TurboJugend. The Best Thing To Happen To Us Since Mayonaise.
*also we saw a crappy band.

July 8th, 2004

Steve and I met this wicked awesome man at the Clocktower last week, who I happened to mention in a few diaries past, who was the president of Ottawa's Turbonegro chapter of the Turbojugend. He wore an awesome jacket, which we've learned is the true symbol of Scandinavian rock power, and it was all very much the movie, "The Outsiders". He let us know that the Ottawa chapter was a club, and that they had barbecues, and drank beers, and were all very good and nice friends. We were thrilled.

So we joined.

This royally kicks ass to the max. Not only are we totally looking forward to rubbing elbows with our fellow brethren, but these BBQs apparently rule to the max like the band itself. I have a soft spot in my heart for Turbonegro, especially after seeing them rock the shit outta Phil and Ape's house in an episode of Viva! La Bam! I fondly remember Don Vito surfing to the tunes. The best part about joining this club is checking out the website, which is very obviously run by pure Scandinavians. They have exclamations on everything, and their vocabularies are cutely sometimes unsuitable for the sentence arrangements that they choose.

We'll keep you abreast of further developments concerning our new membership in the Ottawa chapter. We are royally stoked, and the president seems to have taken a liking to us. He is a cool and nice dude.

We went to go and check out Alabama Thunderpussy last night at Babylon, and were greeted by this hot babe at the door wearing a Nashville Pussy T-shirt. There is something about beautiful women decked out in sheared leotards and tattoos that is a real humdilly with me. We sauntered into the bar, and checked out a local band made up of surprisingly enough, people we knew. After this, we were entertained by a musical fiasco. The following band was so terrible, that I actually exclaimed they sucked, and it happened to occur right at the moment that there happened to be a break in a song, echoing the entire statement throughout the club. I really didn't care because they sucked really really bad to the max. It was like German metal or something, but they sounded like they were attempting to pull off some Primus...I dunno. All I know is that suckage x 4000000.

In other news, our records are taking their sweet time to the max at the facking plant. We are all awaiting as patiently as we can, but the next week will be harrowing.

c