EVERYTHING HAS CHAINS, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING'S CHANGED

Saturday was marked by an unwittingly romantic brunch with Sarah, when we ended up at a place called Tapeo 29 on a corner of Clinton street (this after we discovered that every one of our traditional brunch spots has become a veritable shitstorm, particularly on a mildly-temperatured afternoon). The bloody marys were spicy and bottomless which made our subsequent quest for ribbons and candy all the more exciting.

When I woke up on Sunday, I was haunted by the popular urban ghost of guilt that shakes me silly whenever the weather is nice. Seriously, what is it about sunshine and noticeably warmer temps that propel us, cattle-prod style, out of our apartments? Where is this unwritten rule that says our life sucks ass if we don't take advantage of the opportunity to wear fall coats in winter? Anyway, Gurj's boy Jared was in town and since I had yet to meet him properly I suggested they meet me at St. Dymphnas on St. Marks for some foods and bevvies. Dymphnas boasts one of the only veggie English breakfasts in Manhattan, and eff me, veggie English breakfasts rule my school. Plus, Jared's band had just returned from a UK tour, so I figured he'd enjoy a continuation of British steeze. Once they agreed, I rounded up Mark, Jenny and Josh (I am a very successful bully, what can I say), for what turned out to be an enjoyable afternoon (despite a restaurant straight out of Gordon Ramsay's nightmares) (service-wise. The food and bloody marys were just fine).

After brunch, Gurj and Jared and I popped into our fave cheapo watering hole (emphasis on hole), for some shots.


Jared was particularly stoked because he had played gigs at the Continental as a teen (in various other bands). Alas, the stage is long gone, but the jukebox is still hilarious. Times change, times change.

Speaking of music-related change, I got a pleasant surprise this morning. I logged into Facebook and noticed that my friend Tom had been tagged in a bunch of photos. I took a look at the album, titled "Losers Live at Proud Gallery." Now, one of the songs that has been ruling my life for the past three months is a remix of "Killing in the Name Of." More specifically - the Losers' Remix of "Killing in the Name Of."

Go to the Losers' Myspace page and listen to "Losers V Rage." It pretty much defines "kickass." And here I've been takin names to it left and right completely oblivious to the fact that a friend is behind it. So awesome. Add this to the list of fantastic contributions to music society by former members of the Cooper Temple Clause.

And speaking of fantastic contributions to music society... full stop... here's today's happy metal video. Featuring the world's most absurdly tiny rock n roll guitar apparatus (seriously, it makes Guitar Hero look macho).