Yet another reason to hate Jerry Jones

I have an odd metabolism when compared to my fellow Texans. I tend to be a slug in hotter weather while everyone else is getting sunburned at the lake, needing the comforts of air conditioning. But when autumn arrives, I suddenly become much more active.

Usually this funky burst of autumn energy doesn't add up to more than some hiking/birdwatching expeditions, which I'm already planning. Although I prefer to go alone, there are some extremely obscure trails I'd like to hike - I'm just a bit nervous about being alone. Perhaps I should hire a bodyguard.

However, I digress. I noticed that U2 were going to be in town in a few days, so I thought I'd see what tickets were going for. I hadn't been to a U2 concert since I left Australia. But aFter about four minutes visiting the usurious ticketmaster.com, I was right out of the mood. $250 for a so-so ticket at the new Cowboys Stadium? Fuck that.

But then I have friends who paid $850 a pop to see Paul McCartney a couple of years ago, so maybe I'm just not keeping up with this sort of thing. Maybe I'll just treat myself to a new CD instead, and crank up U2 on YouTube. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and I recently fried one of the bimmer's front struts while driving fast and furious in Erath County last weekend.