walk until you can't be seen

OH I love being home. And I can't wait for the Super Bowl! OK, I'm just kidding about that. But a good sports story is that I have a hockey game next Friday, and that is going to be a good show.

In other news, Broken Social Scene can f-ing blow me. I mean, for serious. First off, I hate them, and always envision them as a band of Santinos (until Santino started growing on me with that Red Lobster/Tim/Andre fantasy thing). Then, they got people to read about their crap by slagging off another band (lame).

THEN I read this week somewhere they they were demanding a table in a restaurant by saying who they were. Um, who are you? And WHO CARES? OH my butt. Hate them.

Did I tell you the part when one of them had my #1 favorite Deadly Snakes shirt? Ugh.

Then I was reading some lame Toronto lame blog of lameness (don't ask me why it is still on my Bloglines, please) and they were saying something about judging a show's coolness by how many members of Broken Social Scene were there. For frog's sake, people!