too late to cut the grass

I took a look around in The Bungle archives and it reminded me how much I love Fall.

I have a new Fall Jacket that seems to have been specifically engineered to deal with temperatures in the high 50's. It's remarkable.

I like reading the newspaper during Fall, although I rarely do it.

I think you should listen to some good Fall music. Go put on "Here Comes a Regular." You could also go listen to The Fall but I can't genuinely endorse that.

Fall is a good time to be in Wisconsin, eating meat, drinking beer, attending football games, and feeling German. I'm doing all that shit on October 18th.

The new iPhone, battery ishes aside, is the dog's balls. And I plan on using it to document great Fall things.

This Fall I'm looking people in the eye a little more. It's only right.

I am excited about basketball but in a completely vague and directionless way. Maybe the Knicks will light a spark in my heart, but I doubt it.

I think it's a good time to start a difficult book, even if you don't end up finishing it. I've got a nice stack ready to go but I am stuck on this one that's just not grabbing me. I haven't given up yet.

It's a good time for wearing your glasses.

It's a wonderful time for reminiscing about stupid stuff you did 20 years ago. Even the embarrassing memories bring a smile once enough time's gone by. If you try hard enough you can almost transport yourself back there.

It's also the perfect time to reminisce about good people who have died. They'd appreciate it if they were still in a position to appreciate things.

I don't smoke but if I did Fall would be a great time to do it. Walking through NYC with a cigarette and a warm coffee while listening to music would be just dandy.

I no longer drive around late at night hurling potatoes at random houses, but if I did, this would be the time of year to do that as well.

One thing I think you need to steer clear of is football pre-game shows -- all in-studio or talk radio sports discussion, really. It's a giant waste of time and you should know that by now.

That said, it's a great time of year for wild displays of uninformed opinion leading to hours of pointless debate, and sports is a good place to start.

It's a fine time to be a dog. Probably good for cats, too.

You should eat some hashbrowns while wearing a hooded sweatshirt. This Saturday would be a good time. I assume you already have plans to eat apple cider donuts sometime soon, so I won't remind you to do that as well.

It's the time of year to get together with friends and their kids and drink Bloody Marys. Let's do that, reader.

And as always it's the perfect time to smack it up, flip it, and rub it down.

just some crap

Ordered my DBT-THS ticket for the Thursday night 11/6 show. It's gonna be awesome, I can tell. I say we (anyone who's reading this and attending) meet up for some happy hour action beforehand. If you've got the time, we've got the beer.

Summer is over. Astroland is over. The future of Shoot the Freak is anyone's guess.

I don't feel wistful about this summer, maybe cuz I'm feeling pretty good about fall. I have like three new shirts, a new hoodie and two new pairs of pants. That's what you need going into any new season. Some new clothes. Just to let everybody know you're still a factor that needs to be dealt with.

I got a haircut, too, from the barber on West 11th street I've been going to on and off for like 30 years. When I was a kid, it was called Little Tony's. Then, maybe due to some litigation or just a fondness for WCBS-FM, it became Little Tony Be Good. Now it is Little Tony & Igor Be Good. Times change. Eventually, Igor may need to get involved. No sense fighting it.

After a quick internet lookup: here's the story. Sad, in the end. Aren't they all? Should I be going to Mr. Joseph's now?

I played hoops on Saturday for the first time since I was in California this summer. I didn't suck too bad at all. Maybe like a 4 outta 10 on the suck scale. I am going to play again this Saturday and next Saturday and every Saturday until my ACL snaps like a rubber band.

So probably like three more Saturdays.

(EDIT: played again this Saturday, I sucked a little bit more than last Saturday, and I took a crippling blow to my midsection that sounded like two sides of beef slamming into each other at 150 mph. I will still play again next week.)

Facebook sexual orientation update: one of my high school buddies who was ostensibly straight back in '87 is now officially gay. And, judging from some recently posted pics, another dude who I used to work with will be gay soon. He's pretty much just waiting for the paperwork to go through. If I ever decide that I am gay, facebook will be an excellent tool for coming out. I think I would probably just update my status to "Hans is now gay. Way gay."

I just want to remind you that I predicted an 85-77 season for the Yanks. Keep some tabs on that for me.