Friday, April 21, 2006
Pianicas and Dad Pants Make Easter Easter-y
THe following group of images tell the story of my easter. It was Megan's birthday last friday and we went to the pie where I proceeded to remember why I hate the Pie. I am not generally opposed to cheese (although my friend Paul...come to think of it, both friends Paul...would have me believe that it is the reason third world countries are oppressed) but that stupid place puts soooooo much cheese on the pizza that it gets all heavy and makes you want to die and/or scream ala French Kiss "LACTOSE INNNNNNNNNNNTOLERANNNNNNNCE!".
Oddly enough, I don't have any pictures of my cute sister. I'm really not very into using my camera in the moment. I guess I just wonder what exactly I'm going to do with all these pictures after I take them and load them onto my computer. I don't scrapbook (although a few of you may remember the faux scrappin' debaucle of 1995-1999) so it just seems kind of weird to have a million pictures of my life running around on my harddrive with no purpose other than the blog.
My little brother Bryan (www.irononghost.com) discovered my pianica which you might guess is a weird cross between a piano and a harmonica. It has a keyboard and is played by blowing air into a tube that looks like it belongs on the back of a dryer instead of an instrument. It makes this creepy sort of wailing noise that is just perfect for a guitar/ banjo/harmonica/penny whistle playing hipster like my brother. This particular pianica was a valentines gift from Liz when I was on my mission and it's signed by Matt Bevans of Jump, Little Children (my favorite pianica playing band other than the old 97's) so it has some serious sentimental value...After exclaiming that "the world has come to an end. There are no pianicas for sale on e-bay!" that kid brother of mine whined and begged, begged and whined until I finally offered to LEND it to him. His excitement was VERY short lived. Moments later, my Dad(see the man in the funny dad pants) squashed his dream by saying, "NO NO NO. He already annoys the crap out of us with that pennywhistle and banjo. No more weird instrumentation!"
I love my crazy/normal/funny family. It's good to know that you come from SOMEWHERE.