With the new arrival of Internet to the house and the discovery of my friend Jeremiah's blog, I somehow got roped into creating one so I could comment on his. So here we are.

A few self-imposed ground rules for my blog:

1) I will most definitely use it to promote my own sense of self-importance. That's what the medium is for, right?
2) I will definitely use it to write about my band, Confusion About Weather.
3) I will also incredibly, surely use it to write about Aural Minority, a web-zine run by Jeremiah Griffey in Oceanside, CA, of which I have an on-again, off-again relationship (the 'zine, not Jeremiah).
4) I would be hard pressed to not write about bands I think are totally fucking sweet.
5) I will not in any way write about my day job, which I spend what few hours I have away from it trying to forget what it is.
6) I will so very much, indubitably use it to post my fiancee Lisa's artwork until she gets her own and does it herself.

With that being said, let the fun begin.

So they're filming the new Rocky movie literally right outside my apartment, and have been doing so since Saturday. They'll continue doing so until Saturday. I don't know how people in cities and places that regularly allow this handle it, but it's been a most annoying experience. Aside from the craft service tent set up outside my bathroom window, or the crane that seems to go up and down only at points when I am most likely to hear and be affected by it, the imported South Philly look-alikes they've imported mill about our block when not standing in front of the cafe across the street (decked out to be "Adrian's Restaraunt").

Yeah, excitement of the silver screen. On the plus side, their random machine operations have been waking me up like clockwork in the morning. It's better than an alarm.

Lisa and I have decided that everything that goes wrong in the apartment is the film crew's fault. When my cell phone randomly resets itself, when we can't get good reception to watch Lost, when I can't seem to get into my apartment door; this is all the fault of the filming, we've decided.

On the plus side, I figured every time I go in and out of the apartment, I'm costing them money. So I got that going for me.