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In 1985 . . .

Songs in my head:
"Until the End of the World" by U2
"Stay (Faraway, So Close!)" by U2
"Colorblind" by Counting Crows
"1985" by Manic Street Preachers

Weekend wrap-up:
Friday, I stayed in and watched Episode IV. What can I say, the movie still holds up and the changes from the original to the Special Edition don't bug me (does it really alter the whole movie when Greedo shoots less-than-a-millisecond before Han?). The heart of the film is still intact and I recognize the changes from the original, so it's not like my childhood has been "erased" by them.

Saturday, I took the dog for an extended walk (read: one hour up and down our street) and she wasn't pooped when we came back. After my shift, I went out to Fort Worth to see these guys, these other guys and a few other guys play a tsunami benefit. Very good show and good to see a lot of familiar faces (especially this guy).

Sunday, I laid around and took it easy before kickball at 4pm. Light mist didn't stop us from playing one and a half games. Kickball is always fun even when our team gets slaughtered. Just playing with your friends/peers is so much fun.

NME reports that the next Weezer album is called Make Believe.

On tap for book writing/revising this week: I hope to get more of the Jawbox chapter revised while ironing out a rough draft of the At the Drive-In chapter. More vague info later . . .

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