Pretty excited, regardless of how many people are trashing the line-up. Who can possibly turn down 3 straight days of bad-ass music? So what if you haven't heard of some of them before.The best thing about music is discovering something NEW to mix in your collection! You might surprise yourself, haters.

2010 ACL Line-Up

Mike Leach on "Friday Night Lights"

Wow, this is pretty ridiculous.

Hey Douche!

What makes you want to roll up the sleeves of your button-up shirt? The heat? A messy plate of nachos? Vein-popping forearms? Those are all acceptable reasons, BUT, showing off your fancy fag shirt is NOT. Going for the one-roll defeats the purpose of rolling your sleeves up in the first place.

Moral of the story; If the fabric on the inside of your shirt doesn't match the fabric on the outside, and you're not Cam from Modern Family, take your shit back to Fag Factory USA.

I talk a lot of shit about homeless people with no remorse. I stand behind my opinions on laziness, and self-destruction, but today... for the first time... I felt TRUE sadness for a bum. (That is also excluding all of the sadness I have experienced from watching bumfights.com.)

On my way to a friend's house, I struggled to see through a torrential down-pour. I noticed a homeless man walking down the sidewalk, and immediately switched lanes in order to avoid hitting him with a tsunami. Other travelers, however, did not show that same courtesy. They didn't even brake! It was enraging. People were splash-blasting hobos like it was a ride at Texas Water Rampage. The worst part was that the homeless man didn't even flinch as he got soaked to the bone. It caused me to shed a few tears.

Uh! Take that, ya dike........

My friend Shara is one of the most genuine people I know, so I really trust her judgement. I often call her for advice, and look to her for guidance. One day, she pointed out that sometimes I say really rude/ridiculous things without knowing it. Shit. She implied that it was directly correlated to my red-neck upbringing, but I think it is my lack of filter between brain and mouth. Either way, it sometimes gets me into sticky situations.

This weekend, I exercised my freedom of rude-ass speech to the fullest. As I was groovin' to some Spivey, I couldn't help but notice the douche-dancer between me and the stage. His moves were begging for me to kick him right in the ass. I walked up behind him, and mocked his style for a few 8-counts, but couldn't stop there. I reached my arm out, and gave him the Noogie of a life-time, knocking his sun-glasses right onto the dance floor. As I realized that this might offend a complete stranger, he whipped around to confront me.

BOOBS! It was a chick, and she was bowed-up like a bullfrog. Though I talk a big game, I am immediately terrified, and at a loss for words. Somehow, I manage to say,

"I'm so sorry, I thought you were a guy."

Are you kidding me? What the eff is wrong with me? As much as that deserved a hay-maker to the jaw, I bolted to take shelter behind the nearest friend-boy I could find. Luckily, I got away.

Uh! Take that, ya dike........

It's a GREAT day in the L-B-K!

Wow, I can't explain what is going on here... but I haven't blogged in over 2 weeks! WTF? Usually, I think of things to say on the daily, but lately my mind has been elsewhere. Maybe I have been experiencing writer's block, I dunno, I think you have to be an actual writer to catch that. Today, however, after a long weekend of euphoria, my next topic hit me light a freight train. LUBBOCK! Paradise. One of the greatest places on Earth!

As I road-tripped up there on Friday, my excitement grew faster than the heartburn from being iced that morning. I was sad about leaving before I even got there. Not only did I get to spend some QT with my family and friends (not enough), I also spent a good amount of time (the majority) partying like it was 2006, 8, and 9. I hit up all of my old spots, and reminisced over every square inch of that town. I drank my body-weight in vodka, and kissed over a dozen babies. I committed multiple crimes, and left completely unscathed by the law. It was epic.

Lubbock, Texas is more than just the town I lived in for 23 years. It is my own private Paradise. A miniature version of Las Vegas. It is a place where inhibitions fly out the window, and everyone you meet is as friendly as your favorite Grandma. Taco Villa resides on every street corner, and Broadway Avenue really does know how to put on a good show. The skies can be brown with dirt and cow-shit, but the patio parties don't skip a beat. Tailgates are unforgettable, and your favorite 50-year-old bartender has no problem giving your D-runk ass a ride home. There are no rules, no judgement, and Texas Tech girls make campus look like a Miss America pageant. Cool shit is popping up everywhere, and the awesomeness that is Lubbock keeps getting awesome-er every day.

As much as I LOVE it here in Austin, a small part of me will always want to be in Lubbock. I think I am going to lose my hard-ass attitude about staying away from there, and take every opportunity I get to go back. If you've never been, it's time to get real. Just do it.