much madness tonight, mostly via the telephone, mostly because i simply wasn't entertained by wacko jacko. call me pathetic, call me what you will.

madness opened with the long-awaited return call from now 25-year-old brother dave, who could kick your ass. i'm not sure what we discussed, although i believe an all-too-short amount of time was devoted to er reruns on "the national network." pardon the interruption also came up, although he wasn't impressed by tony's equipment/shower stalls joke. i also heard about the time he was hit by a car.

those of you familiar with my iowa lifestyle know that my circle of friends, depending on your definition of 'friend,' is as limited as 2 and perhaps as expansive as 8. further telephone madness ensued when eisch, one of the two, called to break our 'drink mgd and catch up' date. even worse, after weeks of planning, said date won't happen for at least 10 days, as eisch is soon headed to cancun with his family. his dad won the trip for selling a lot of seed corn. i'm not making this up.

fields of opportunity, indeed.

in other news, the mountain goats' tallahassee is the latest addition to my "albums-that-kick-my-ass-but-not-because-they're-ass-kicking-albums-per-se" list, a list that also includes neutral milk hotel's in the aeroplane over the sea and the polyphonic spree's the beginning stages of... . i'm not saying that the mountain goats' album is as good as the other two, i'm just saying that it carries a certain weight that most records don't have.