*The blaring of trumpets*

Ok, so this is officially my 100th post. I know some of you are out there with your 1000+ post blogs and are turning your noses up at me, but it doesn't matter, this is a personal achievement. So back the fuck off, bitches.

Now, this being Number 100, you'd think I'd do something special. Well, you'd be wrong. I want to do something special, but I don't know what to do, so instead I'll do what you'd expect.

I'll bitch about something.

Last night I went to Phoenix at the Trocodaro. I really like that band - I've seen them nefore - and they were as exceptional as expected. Seriously, let us put aside our general distaste for the French and acknowledge they're talented. If you don't have any CDs, go! run! buy! And if they play anywhere near you, try to get out to see them. you won't be sorry. Well, maybe you won't

See, I got to see them free, which is an added bonus. I would have paid, but the show was by "invite only". Which simply meant grabbing a ticket at the local CD store (found a new music store I love. AKA in Philly. good times)

SO, free ticket, great band, 21+ which means that I could booze it up, and check out all females in the place without feeling like a dirty old man. They were legal. I mean ALL THE WAY legal, not just 18.

Unfortunatly, I realized there are two types of girls in most of these types of situations: The ones I wouldn't sleep with, and the ones who wouldn't sleep with me. So it goes.

But, and here comes the real bitch: I had to sit through the Frnch Kicks. Now, this band, this FUCKING band has no reason to exist. they are horrible. completely and utterly terrible. If you try to argue this point, you are wrong, and you have no taste. shame on you. Anyway, this band - to use the term loosely - has somehow managed to open up for the majority of bands I have seen in the past few years. I've seen them more then any other bnd. And they keep getting worse. They are dirty, and deserve to be destroyed.

ok, moving on.

Oh, great news, you'll all soon have to bend down and kiss my... ring. That's right, I'm going to be a Godfather. I will be my nephew's godfather in October. The Godmother is our friend, the very attractive (and very married) Nikki. I've already tried to convine her that me being godfather and her being godmother we'd need to consummate the relationship. I'm not sure if she's buying it or not. I'm going to have to say no. I don't know that I'm giving up just yet. Because, no one beats a dead horse quite like me.

Ok, that's all I have for now. Oh, some new stuff on BrokenFrontier.com should be coming along soon - interviews and such. I'm trying to put together an actual article, but can't seem to find the time. I'll have to try to put aside some time this week. Sadly, work - the one that I get paid for - has other ideas. I am serious when I say I need to put my resume together, it's getting that bad.

Ok, I need to log off and eat some ice cream. It's time to relax. Night, all! And onward to the next 100 rants!