beauty eh_and the ill tempered moose

Nothing drives an Australian crazier then
by telling them you don’t like AC/DC. But
we are in Canada and man I can’t stand
Rush. But enough about myself, which
oddly enough I’ve been told I don’t talk
about the band that much in these little
words of blah blah blah.
Speaking big egos, I love eggos and am
now extremely hungry, and being hungry
leads to bad decisions. Like this guy. He’s
our merch guy.

He’s a barrel of laughs. Not so much a barrel but more
of a tightly packed summer sausage.
For this trip to the Great White North
the band and crew are all on the same
bus. It’s a good time to spend together
especially when Shaun and Dale are giving
haircuts. Merch just wanted some
lightning bolts on the side of his head like
his hero Vanilla Ice but instead he looks
like the guy from Prodigy.

Shaun looks like Mike Patton and I still
look amazing. Oopsies here I am talking
a-BOOT my self again. See what I did
there? I tried writing with eh Canadian
accent. Beauty eh?

Speaking of all things beauty check out
those tanks.
We, ooppsies, I mean the guys, did a
workplace invasion thing today with the
radio station here in Edmonton, AB. That’s
Canada stupid, not Alabama. The guy who
won was in the Canadian Armed Forces. So
the acoustic set was in between a bunch
of tanks.

Well I hope you, which is probably just
Melissa, enjoyed the new and refreshing
Seether blog-NOW WITH PICTURES.
I’m off to find a Creamy Sleeman. It’s a
beer you perverts.

Seether ding dongs and fruit loops

It’s been a great run with Shaunyding dong, Daley ding dongs and Johnny ding dongs. Last’s night show was a great way to end it! Did you happen to catch the show in Burlington, IA? No? Come on! Well you better have a least shown up somewhere the past 9 weeks.

Speaking of 9 weeks, great movie right? Wait..that’s 9 ½ weeks and it’s terrible. I’m glad I have someone to live with now. One time I came home after 9 weeks I left my self a present in the toilet before I left. It looked like chocolate upside down cake.

We have the day off in Burlington, IA before the show and stayed at the Catfish Bend Casino. (sorry Springfield, MO we will make it up to you somehow) That place had everything! Lazertag, Go Carts, gambling, waterslides. It was a great day to wind down although I think we pretty much wound up the guy who was in charge of the go carts. Ole Bob here had a hell of a time. Always got the slow car and was rammed so many times and so hard that I’d be facing backwards. NO BUMPING!!! A bunch of 30 year olds acting like we were 10. But hey that’s what happens when there is a bar next to the track

So long buds see ya in Edmonton in a week. I have a tough decision to make. There’s a comedy festival here in Chicago this weekend and I can’t make up my mind on who to see tonight. Demetri Martin, Whitney Cummings, or Jim Jefferies.

Bomb threats, bad weather and where is that organ

We’ve had an interesting week since I wrote last. Bomb threat. Check! Lightning storms. Check! Hot swampy sweaty mud butt clubs. Oh you better believe that’s a check. One nasty, nasty check. I actually washed my hair afterwards and scrubbed my lungs.
How do you scrub your lungs you ask? Well it’s like huffing gas and smoking at the same time. Actually it is. Sometimes you just have to get that crap out of your lungs. If gonorrhea had a scent that’s exactly what I was breathing in the whole day.
Speaking of STD’s we are in Grand Rapids today at Fifth Third Ballpark. I never understood the whole Fifth Third thing. Even when I used to pay my mortgage to them. I can tell you what it doesn’t mean and it’s not paying only a fifth of your mortgage on the third of every month.
Speaking of banks I love baseball. And since I haven’t been able to go to a single game yet this season we might as well have a show at one right? And if this whole writing a blog for Seether stops paying the bills I wanna be a mascot that gets heckled and beat over the head. The heckling and the beatings I’m used to. Just last night a took a serious blow to the head. Good times. Or if the whole mascot thing is as dumb as I think it is then I wanna play the organ at the games and heckle the umps like Wilbur Snapp. Better yet I think it’s time for a new Bob Uecker.
Now where’s that number for the neurologist?

Cicadas or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Song that Pays My Salary

So I’ve been slacking on this. Thanks Romero! But you’d think with these past three days off that I’d get it together. NOPE!

Memorial day we had a pretty rad BBQ at Johnny’s house. That was a good time and hilarious. After that we spent the next two days off in Nashville. I’ve never understood the whole Nashvegas thing. I can’t find a casino anywhere. But I’ll tell you what I can find.

Cicadas. Urgh! Those things are the worst. Especially in this heat. Reminds me when I was a kid and I took a whiffle ball bat to lightning bugs. That was a blast. Gooey glowing guts everywhere. But these things kill themselves.

Also spent an amazing time at a gun range out here in Nashville. nRange it’s called. Fired every thing imaginable. Wish Iwould’ve bought that Thumper a few weeks back off that guy in Omaha. I thought that was a made up weapon in Call of Duty. Stupid Cicadas

The best part of Nashville is the Red Door Saloon on Division. Best Chicago bar that isn’t in Chicago. But don’t order the Chi-dog. It’s an insult, delicious, but insulting.

Hell yeah Country Song!!