The Killers - Spaceman

Five seconds and I'm already scarred for life. That has to be a new record.

Wow. The new football uniforms are really weird.

I'd tell him to get off the table, but I don't think anyone here really cares.

Crazy Town Gangsters.
They're not like regular gangsters.

"Uh...little help?"

If that isn't the face of a man screaming for help with his eyes, than I don't know what is.

Butt.

"Guys...come on, dinner's ready....Guys, the food is getting cold!"

"That's it! I'm eating by myself."

Clapping
It's fun.

Crazy Brandon Flowers
is sick of this fuckery.

The truth behind the Easter Bunny.

"We now switch live to the inside of Bjork's head."

This
is a three story clusterfuck of batshit.

Are...are those pugs? Why pugs? Actually, why the hell am I even asking?

He's looking at me like that because he knows even in that getup I still find him damn attractive.
Stupid, sexy Flowers.

This is the way Lost ends: BADLY

*sigh*

On the Series Finale Scale, fitted on one side with the likes of St. Elsewhere and Battlestar Galactica and on the other with Newhart and Jericho, Lost sadly enough falls in with the former. (It's been over twenty years since St. Elsewhere went off the air and there are people still arguing about Tommy Westphall. People have written academic papers about the discussion and, much more sanely, someone mapped out every last show that would have had to take place in Tommy's mind thanks to various crossovers. And, actually, Lost is one of those shows, thanks to Oceanic Air being the airline of choice for both JAG and Diagnosis Murder, to Nozz-a-la Cola for being readily available in all Stephen King vending machines, and to Charlie Pace for dating a girl who's father worked in a paper factory in Slough. So, I guess, all the blame for everything below goes to Tommy.) (And while we're on the subject of St. Elsewhere, let's all not forget that after the show (arguably) announced that everything people had watched for six seasons was just a dream, it went and topped itself by killing Mimsie the kitten.)

Holy fucking hell, NBC.

And as long as I'm on a tangent about these shows, not everybody agrees with me about Jericho, but seriously, I screamed outloud twice during that finale, one "FUCK YEAH!" and one "FUCK YEAH YOU DID!" Of all the dramas I have watched the entire way through and supported, Jericho easily has the most satisfying and entertaining finale. Nothing else comes close.

But we're here to talk about Lost.

Cheyenne Frontier Days: Josh Turner and Alan Jackson

The last concert! I've made it out alive!

Cheyenne Frontier Days: Parade, Parade!

I grew up in Milford, Massachusetts, and every year in high school I had to be in the Veterans Day Parade, Santa Parade, and Memorial Day Parade. Every parade was exactly the same. To get the full effect of what, exactly, a Milford, Mass. Parade sounds like, turn on all four videos below at the same time, one after the other.

WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW?!?

So, not having a clue what a real parade looks like, I was pleasantly surprised to have retained my hearing after this one. Also, the hotel my dad had booked solely because it was basically the only thing left, the Central Plaza Hotel, looked right out over the parade route, so we got this awesome, Arnie Pie in the Sky view of everything.

Cheyenne Frontier Days: Danny Gokey and Sugarland

Danny Gokey was the one act I was not invested in all week, and for fairly good reason. His music is middle of the road, fun but nothing special, and the man himself just bothers me. He looked like a sleazebag, somehow, and he spent way too much time singing to the cameras instead of us. Hi, yeah, I know you were on American Idol and I guess there I can understand doing that because most of the people watching are at home. But we're, like, right in front of you. Right here. Stop it.

Cheyenne Frontier Days: Miranda Lambert and Dierks Bentley

I started listening to both Miranda Lambert and Dierks Bentley the summer after my freshman year of college. I came home, found out that there was a station on DirecTV that was nothing but country music videos, and I would just leave it on all day so it could follow me around the house. It was awesome in the beginning, too, because it would play something like five or six videos in a row before going to commercial break, which was only one commercial long and was for the station, anyway. I got a lot of new music that way: Miranda, Dierks, Josh Turner, this great cover of 'Jolene' by Mindy Smith. I was just in a country music mode. For some reason I always associate country music in my head with summer, so that might have helped. Also, I had just spent the past two months listening to nothing but Fall Out Boy and Panic! at the Disco and I think I needed a change for a while.

Cheyenne Frontier Days: Rodeo

The next day I went to the Rodeo with Courtney and her dad. My first rodeo ever! And I’m going to be honest here: kind of boring. I mean, yes, it was very exciting through the first set of bucking broncos and cattle wresting and bull riding. But eventually it’s just the same, over and over – horse, horse, calf, calf, ouch, ouch, daddy of them all, stuff it clown, no, seriously, STUFF IT clown, ouch, ouch, horse. Much like NASCAR, actually.

Cheyenne Frontier Days: Brooks & Dunn

Brooks & Dunn were the opening country act for Cheyenne Frontier Days. I have to add ‘country’ in there because CFD likes to open with a rock act. And this year’s rock act?

Cheyenne Frontier Days: And So It Begins

Cheyenne Frontier Days, also known as the ‘Daddy of ‘em All,’ is a week-long rodeo/fair/music festival, the biggest rodeo in the country, not that I had heard of it at all before coming to Cheyenne to be an AmeriCorps VISTA and kick some homelessness ass (wait, that came out wrong). Rodeos, like country music, is a very area-specific animal. For most of the country you can't open your car door without hitting a guy wearing a Johnny Cash t-shirt, but wander into certain places and its like country music and rodeos don't even exist. New England, and for the most part Orlando, are both firmly entrenched in these areas. You can find it if you want, but you'd have to actively seek it out. Which I never did. Anyway, it’s held every year during the last full week of July. I got to Cheyenne last year in September, missing it by a month, so I’ve been waiting all year for this thing. I am pleased to say it didn’t disappoint.