Super Fucking Rock Month has encountered a little bump. the jerks at the el rey (i refuse to believe it was spoon’s fault) switched that show from thursday next to friday next, which is the same night we already had reggie tickets. now we have to go and palm off the reggie tickets at the house of blues to some teenage girls with studded belts — hopefully in exchange for their phone numbers and the date of their 18th birthdays — then get back in the car and go to the el rey for spoon, then drive out of town to see reggie saturday night instead. what a hassle. so if anyone wants two tickets to reggie on friday july 18th, i’ll give them to you for what i paid, which is a fair price for a reggie show. you don’t even have to be hot, or 17. it just helps.

speaking of underage sexuality (i can see the search strings now) . . . i happened to see a commercial for mtv latin america at work today. it’s a baby being breast fed. then some sexy music comes on and the baby starts smiling up at his mother, then the baby’s little hand goes for the mother’s other breast and starts . . .[shudder] . . . yes, it’s what you fear. so i’m thinking, ‘wow, this is really gross and weird’. then the tag comes up at the end and it says: “i watched mtv once.”

what the hell does that mean? mtv makes kids want to fondle their mothers? i mean, i know foreign ads are usually more daring and don’t have the same restrictions ours do, but that’s just messed up. now when i want to get in touch with the pop culture trends of el salvador i’m going to have to turn somewhere else; i just can’t support that sort of organization.

[now hearing this: the pay day song floating down from upstairs. go roommate.]