I managed to snag some tickets to Metallica this past weekend. Definately worth it. Granted, I don't particularly care for their newer releases. Fortunately, these guys played a lot of pre-black album stuff. It was worth it to hear One and Fade to Black. Oh, and they like to spit a lot.   These guys have a lot of props. They brought at least 6 or 7 semi-trailers worth of equipment. There were huge moving coffins filled with lights, cameras and lasers constantly coming down and going up in ceiling.  Apparently, most of what they brought was combustable.  They are very meticulous with their sound.  Lars is constantly running off the stage between sets to adjust levels. If you don't mind when your ears ringing for 3 days afterwards, check them out on tour. 

So, the first time I met my neighbor, there was no "Hi, I'm Curtis". Rather it was "Hey, I noticed you have unused television cable on the side of your house". Following his introduction, Curtis informed me that he would mow my lawn as compensation for him using that extra cable on the side of my house. Being that it was the middle of winter, I didn't quite understand his logic. Besides, he could buy his own cable, so I simply dismissed his request and bid him farewell. Several months passed... Last night I cam home to find a note in my door (shown below). So, I gave old Curtis a call. Apparently Curtis couldn't resist looking at that unused cable on the side of my house any longer and decided to connect it to his cable box. The note just served as a courtesy notice; he was just wanted to check and see if my channels were showing static, because his kind of were. At least my "neibor" let me know he was stealing my cable. Long story short, I ended up telling Curtis, "Gee, I don't know why it stopped working" . What a friggin' moron.  I recently read an article explaining that 32% of Americans are legally retarded.  I would be more curious to know the distribution of those 32% as it relates to Fort Scott Kansas.