The Tim Tebow Era

Howie puked all over the bedroom. I need to remember to clean it up when I get home.
I'm really enjoying the new Oh, Sleeper album "Children of Fire." People keep comparing them to Underoath and Norma Jean, but that's not fair. Those are decent bands, but Oh, Sleeper is much more intricate. And as much as I enjoyed Norma Jean's last album, their songs don't compel me to scream along at the top of my lungs, but with lyrics like "Calling the bold to stand and make the coward bleed" and "I'll marry a blade to his throat," how can you not share them with the world?
In that same vein, I think I'm disappointed in the new Maylene & the Sons of Disaster album "IV." Yes, bands are allowed to modify their sound. They are allowed to evolve. But this album has lost that spark that their first three releases had.
I need to trim my fingernails.
I did trim my beard today. I was starting to look like a hobo.
Project 86 is promising a new album next spring. That's not soon enough. I need it now.
Coach Fox has officially named Tebow the starter against Miami. It's the right move. I don't know if Tebow will be good. I want him to be. It's alright if he's not. But as long as the Broncos' played Orton, they were going to stagnate. It wouldn't have mattered if they won more games with Orton. They were never going to make the playoffs this year, and Orton will not be a Bronco next year (and Brady Quinn probably won't be either). They need to find out now if they need to draft a quarterback next year or not. Yes, for those of you who read The Denver Post or watch ESPN's "Around the Horn," I realize this is essentially Woody Paige's position. Well, he's right for once.
Poopface got a haircut last week. This time she doesn't have a prissy cut around her face. It's all just really short.
We had to take Hank to the vet the other day because he wouldn't open his right eye and it kept watering and emitting green goo. It turns out he had a rather sizable sticker under his inner-eyelid. When the vet showed it to me, I was astounded that Hank hadn't committed suicide out of sheer misery.
Switchfoot's new album "Vice Verses" sounds better with each listen. There are a couple songs that don't appeal to me, but on the whole, it's a good time.
I'm at Anna's place of employment, at the moment, making use of the Wi-Fi. She looks really cute, running around and being helpful.
My left eyebrow itches.
My right pinky toe itches.
My right cheekbone itches.
My stomach itches.
Whenever I think about one spot itching, the rest of me starts to itch. I need to stop talking about this because now I'm going crazy out of itchiness.
I'm used to having random inappropriate things appear when using vague search-engine references, and I can pretty well ignore them. But it's startling when it happens while I'm on my computer in a public place.

Now listening to:
Band-- As Cities Burn
Album-- "Son, I Loved You at Your Darkest"
Genre-- post-hardcore