Tuesday, September 30, 2008

For Those About to Rock...


Great news for AC/DC fans: An expansion pack for Rock Band will have over 18 songs from AC/DC, essentially their greatest hits. One of the first cds I ever purchased was AC/DC Live, after listening to it non-stop at my friend Phil's house while playing basketball. It was my first experience with hard rock, and I loved it. I've listened to that cd so many times I'm surprised it still plays without skipping.
Now, as much as I loved the first few Guitar Heroes, there was one big omission from the list of notable rock bands: AC/DC (and Led Zeppelin. And the Beatles). While the guitar playing may not be intricate, Angus Young's heavy power chords are always recognizable. And as he so artfully put, "It's just rock and roll." Listening to the album right now is bringing a smile to my face =)
And one more thing. I've told myself that if I ever make the Brewers my entrance music will be the beginning of "Whole Lotta Rosie." The Live version has the crowd chanting "Angus!" between the guitar riffs, but in Miller Park they'd be chanting my last name instead. Maybe next year I'll grace the team with my amazing batting skillz.

Monday, September 29, 2008

26 Years in the Making


Wow. What an end to the season! Thanks to the bat of Ryan Braun and the left arm of CC Sabathia the Brewers are going to the playoffs for the first time since 1982. I never got a chance to see that team play (being just a twinkle in my mom's eye at the time), but I embraced the twilight years of players like Paul Molitor, Robin Yount, and Jim Gantner in the early 90s. I had all their baseball cards in my binder, and I vaguely remember going to one Brewer game at County Stadium with my family when I was around 6 or 7. From then I didn't go to another game until high school, when our baseball team went down to a game in April at the brand new Miller Park. I remember being inside and nearly getting vertigo: I'd never seen anything like it before! The roof was closed and it was so big! So high up! And so far down to the field from our seats.....

Anyways, since then I've been to about 20 Brewer games over different years and with different groups of people (including some AMAZING games in the past two years), so it's great that a team that struggled so much throughout the 90s and 00s will finally be back in the playoffs. Here's hoping they can add another pennant to Miller Parks upper wall. Now comes the hard part: Do I fork over $100+ for a chance to see them at Miller Park this Saturday? Or do I get together a big group of people at a local purveyor of fine hops to enjoy it with fellow Brewer fans? Hmmm....

Friday, September 26, 2008

Things I Love #5: Band of Brothers


A perfect companion to Saving Private Ryan, Band of Brothers was shown in 2001 on HBO as a 10-part miniseries. BoB follows Easy Company of the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment during their training prior to the United State's entry into WWII up until their mission at the Eagle's Nest at the end of the war. I'm a big American history buff, and WWII is an era that fascinates me more than any other. While the haze of nostalgia might cover that era, BoB does a good job of showing the people involved in the war as what they were: men who made mistakes, but when it came down to it would do anything for each other.

Back when were still in the dorms I grabbed Band of Brothers off the LAN from another guy on the floor. Since then I've watched it 3 or 4 times, and I'm always impressed with the acting and sets. All of the guys in the movie are character actors, not blockbuster super stars, which makes it easy to believe that each of them is their character, not an actor. The sets and props are all top notch and look they've actually been lived in. I recently started watching it again on my Zen ( at work....shhhh), and even on the tiny screen it still is a powerful and moving show. Easily one of my favorite pieces of entertainment, if you haven't seen it I can't recommend it enough.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Righters Bloc

I half-started about 4 different topics today. You'd think with two days of not writing at all I'd have something worthwhile to talk about, but nothing seems interesting to me. And so, if it's not interesting to me than how is it going to be interesting to other people? I blame it on the hangover...

Anyways, I don't want to leave you empty handed today, so here's a few links to some of my favorite sites.

Ars Technica. Specifically the video game blog. Most of the other video game sites are blocked here at work, but this one is updated 6 or 7 times a day, so it's a good spot to get my fix. Plus they're big fans of Rock Band and Guitar Hero, so that's nice.

The Art of Manliness. A site for men, and women who like men. Love of chest hair is required.

Chris's Invincible Super-Blog. Comic book talk, plus reviews and absurd contests like this one: What kind of nunchuks would Batman use?

OnMilwaukee.com. Great place to find out happenings in Milwaukee. I've got it setup in my RSS Toolbar, and check it about 10 times a day.

xkcd.com. Updated every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, it's a webcomic is proud to have this at the bottom of the site: "Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).

So yeah, hopefully those will keep you busy until I can once again tap into wormhole of insight and thoughtfulness that usually fills these pages.

Monday, September 22, 2008

RIP TRL


As as unabashed child of the 90s, the cancellation of Total Request Live on MTV has me rather sad. I remember coming home from school in 8th grade every day and plopping down in front of the TV to see if Backstreet Boys would stay in the #1 position for the 27th day in a row, or to watch the premiere of Eminem's newest video. TRL was basically the only time you could watch videos on MTV at the time, and I was right in my impressionable stage where seeing rappers talking about hoes and money was the highlight of my culture absorption. Sure, there was a penchant for there to be too much screaming from the studio audience, but it was neat seeing actors and musicians interacting with a small crowd. Also, during every summer they would relocate from New York to Florida or California right on the beach, so I got to live vicariously through all of the model-esque individuals in the audience there. You'll be missed, TRL.

Ahhh, 1998.....When Carson Daly was dating (the still hot) Tara Reid and Jennifer Love Hewitt.

Friday, September 19, 2008

A Follow-Up...


...To this post from yesterday. Jesse pointed out this blogpost from one of the writers at Cracked.com. Go ahead and read it: it's long, but brings up some amazing points. Mainly, WTF is wrong with the media?? I wish to put forth this hypothesis: The news media has fundamentally changed from delivering news to delivering watercooler talk. Back in the day the news would report the happenings of the government, and the people would read that and then talk about other stuff that people tend to talk about (what politicians are wearing, their sex lives, wacky relatives, etc.) But sometime in the past 20 years it has shifted to the point that the news media actually REPORTS on the gossipy shit ("OMG, did you see Palin's glasses! Becky, Obama toooootaally wasn't wearing a flag pin on his suitcoat. Is he, like, a communist?") and then people talk about it. The vital part of their job, actually reporting where candidates stand on positions, how they've changed over time, etc, is completely missing from the equation. How in the HELL are we supposed to know what's going on if you don't keep us informed? News media can't follow the typical business model of "do what's popular, just because it's popular." Sometimes you've got to forgo popularity in order to do what is right, in this case educate the people of America on the issues that will help determine who we vote for. Writing about "pig on a lipstick" and "Reverend Timothy Wright" might be more exciting than going over a candidates economic policy, but by God it's your duty to help educate the masses. Ignorance and apathy are the enemies of democracy, do your part to help fix those problems CNN, Time, Newsweek, and all the other media congolmerates out there.

It's Just Those Little Things


It's been said before, and by better people than me, but it's the little things in life that really make me feel alive. Things, that when taken put against the canvas of life might now seem like much at all, but when taken in the moment (as they truly should be) make life worth living. You can spend your whole life trying to hang your hat on the big moments that leave your mark in this world, or you can take it a day at a time, living for the moment and enjoying all the little things like:
  • an ice cold bottle of beer after a long day at work
  • the look, feel, and smell of fresh cut green grass
  • laughing so hard that I start crying
  • ..especially when people are looking at us and wondering what's so darn funny
  • hearing one of your favorite songs being played to perfection by a cover band
  • cruising with the windows down on a beautiful sunny day
  • the first time you jump into a pool, not realizing how cold the water was
  • watching little kids interact with dogs and cats
  • an old couple holding hands while walking in a park
  • getting ahold of one in softball and sending it deep into left field
  • eating so much that moving hurts
  • laying on a hammock reading a book or napping
  • a homecooked meal after being away for months
  • sharing a laugh with my Dad and brothers
  • Seeing old friends and picking up right where we left off
  • waking up the morning after the first heavy snow of the year
  • wearing shorts when it finally hits 50 degrees in the Spring
  • the smell of campfire on my sweatshirt after camping
  • opening the door for an appreciative person with thier hands full

So when's the last time something like this happened to you?

Thursday, September 18, 2008

46 Days, 14 Hours, and counting...

I'll be so happy when this election is done. I can't handle politics. I can't handle the lying and pandering and mudslinging and all the other BS that comes with modern elections. I just want to sitdown and watch the news or a Brewer game without having every other commercial about McCain or Obama.
How terrible is it that in order to get elected president these days a man has to basically abandon all of their long held beliefs and align themself with their party/special interests who actually fund the campaign?
Or that decisions get made, not because it's the right thing, but because the American people are so apathetic about decisions being made they just believe everything they're told. There are two parties, so you think one party would call out the others idiocracies and correct their stupid ideas that sound good on paper, but really won't do a lick of good. You'd be wrong.

November 4th can't get here soon enough.

As an aside, I'll end up voting for Obama I'm sure. But I won't hold out hope that things will radically change for the better like a lot of his supporters seem to think, the president gets more credit than he deserves, for good or bad. If he wins I doubt we'll all be sitting around a fire singing koom-by-ya saying how he fixed the economy, ignited world peace, and cured AIDS. As Roger Daltrey said, "Meet the new boss, same as the old boss."

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Numbers, they scare me like...





















Spiders! AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!




Seriously, I hate numbers though. Instead of doing mental math I started using a calculator when I was in 4th grade, and ever since then my math skills have lacked. Somehow I got put in an advanced math class from 8th grade on, but I'm pretty sure I've gotten C's in all my math classes since then. Now, I almost always need a calculator when doing anything besides basic math, need help figuring out percentages, and suck at anything involving the dreaded 0-9 combinations.

Soduku hates me too.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Back in Town


Last week I got invited to return to UW-Whitewater and attend the Career Fair there as a representative for my Company. The Company tries to send out one of their HR reps along with a few recent graduates, so that there is a diverse group of people manning their booth. And so, as I head back to Whitewater for a presentation next Tuesday, then for the Career fair on Wednesday, I flashback to 1.5 years ago in the Spring of '07. I figured it was about time to get a job that really pertained to my major, so I looked through the list of jobs being offered at the fair, figured out the companies I should apply to, and printed up some resumes. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I walk into the career fair to find that nearly every other guy was wearing a suit and tie, with their leatherbound binders and shiny watches. I walked around, talking to the companies on my list and finding out most of them were looking for programmers, rather than networking guys like myself. I tried to keep my hopes up, but my options were quickly dwindling. I stopped at The Company's booth, and (learning from my past mistakes) asked them what kind of IT people they were looking for. The guy said "mostly programmers," but I still asked if he would like my resume. He said yeah, we shook hands and I moved a few feet away to look at the map for the next booth to head to. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and the guy (his name was Marcus, I think) asked if it would be ok to ask me some more questions. I beamed and let out a "Yeah, definitely!" So we talked about my schooling and experience a bit more, I asked him what he did at The Company, and we parted ways with me feeling a lot better about it. A few days later I received a phone call from their HR department, and setup a phone interview with one of their IT managers. I apparently did well enough on the phone interview to be invited to The Company's HQ for whole day of interviews for an internship position. When I got there we were shuttled into an auditorium with dozens of other people. Jamie, the HR lady that I had talked to on the phone came over and introduced herself and I realized that I knew her from my hometown! She said, "You're Bryan's little brother, right?" It really is a small world. Anyways, I got hired for the internship, got a full-time offer out of it, and now I'm happily employed here. And now the cycle starts over, in that I get to hopefully help someone else find a good job here.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Dancing Days are Gone Again.


Oh Brewers, what has happened to you?? You were on fire in August, winning nearly every game you played. Since then you've gone 3-11, letting your lead in the Wildcard slip away like sand through your fingers. Then there was the comments from Cory Hart that the team felt looser playing away then they did at home, because of the booing on their recent homestand. Granted, I hate it when people boo during a game. Does anyone really think that booing Eric Gagne when he comes out to pitch is going to help him pitch better? How would we like it if someone booed us at OUR day job? I know I'd start cracking under the pressure. I wish Miller Park was more like Busch Stadium in one regard: when the Cardinals start doing bad the crowd just becomes quiet. No booing, just silence. I think that's a great way to show displeasure than booing the guys you were just cheering your asses off for a few innings back. Now it's become kind of hard to watch the Brewers lately, just because every time I turn on the game their down by 4 runs, and no one has any pop or excitement to them. It's like they are all walking The Green Mile to their doom of not making the playoffs for the 26th year in a row. I know that no Brewer reads this, but FIRE THE FUCK UP!! You guys are young and talented! Figure out what you're doing wrong at the plate and change it. Don't get down on yourselves, guys, but look why you're stinking. Take a cue from Gabe Kapler and stay positive, yo! I'll keep watching, but the time is now to turn this thing around and remind everyone why you guys were the hottest team in the Big Leagues throughout much of the season. We want those dancing days back!

Friday, September 12, 2008

My Arch-Nemesis

Batman had the Joker. Sherlock Holmes had Professor Moriarty. Churchill had Hitler. The arch-nemesis, the yin to our yang. Every notable character has one, and as such I have one also. I have faced him at numerous times in my life, sometimes coming out victorious, other times leaving the battlefield a broken and bloodied man. We are destined to forever battle, for the fate of all that is good in this world. My arch nemesis?


Chicken wings.


I have such a love/hate relationship with those little fuckers it's ridiculous. The last two times I've had wings they've left me sweating up a storm, drinking as much beer as possible to cool my mouth. And then the next day.....oh the next day. Firey farts, burning defecation. This morning I did the unthinkable: I pooped directly after my shower. So ashamed. Will I give up, admit defeat, and next indulge in those tasty bites of chicken again? NEVER! I will train my mouth and stomach to enjoy the pain, like a true man. Before and after Thursday night kickball games I will practice, indulging in 30 cent wings at O'Brien's, and by God I will vanquish my enemy. In due time, my domesticated fowlish foe.


Thursday, September 11, 2008

Things I Love #4: Waffle Fries


The first time I ever had waffle fries was at Miller Park, of all places. They offer a pretty good deal of waffle fries covered in cheese in a collectible plastic Brewer helmet. They were a bit on the soggy side, but ever since then I always find myself saying "Could I get the waffle fries?" when offered my choice of side at a restaurant. I've had them plain and seasoned, dipped in ketchup or mustard, and they always kick ass. I think it might have something to do with the expanded surface area of the fry, in that it allows more tastiness to be sampled whence it enters the mouth. I had some last night (with an absolutely amazing Olive and Blue Cheese Burger) that were lightly seasoned and hot out of the fryer. I was in fry heaven.

A little back story on Fries in general, from the Wiki.

A Belgian legend claims that the term "French" was introduced when British or American soldiers arrived in Belgium during World War I, and consequently tasted Belgian fries. They supposedly called them "French", as it was the official language of the Belgian Army at that time. But the term "French fried potatoes" had been in use in America long before the Great War. Whether or not Belgians invented them, "frites" became the national snack and a substantial part of both national dishes — making the Belgians their largest per capita consumers[in Europe, and their "symbolic" creators.

My Belgian heritage is definitely coming out in my love for Waffle fries. Om nom nom.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Who's the Boss?

On the way back from softball last night I got a phone call from my friend Taidu, who I haven't talked to in about a year. We did some catching up (he's in Florida working for a Grocery store now, and will be going back to school next year), and then started talking about our past a bit. Between my Sophomore and Junior year of college I planned on staying in Whitewater, so I began looking for a local job. A campus-wide email was sent out for on-campus jobs for the Office of Residence Life, so I applied for a computer position, and just in case I didn't get that I also applied for Grounds Crew and Utility Crew. Rick, the guy in charge of Operations for ResLife got back to me first, so I accepted a job on the Utility Crew with one of the guy, Marc. Frankly, the job was weird: We started calling ourselves "the Bitch Crew" because any job that no one else wanted to do we were given the task of. Deliver paint, load up salt bins, clean out heater vents, move furniture; you name it, we were doing it. We basically would stop in at the office every morning in our grungy gray t-shirts and khaki shorts, pick up a set of keys and a cell phone, and then get our list of tasks for the day. Once in a while we'd work with someone else, but most of the time it was just me and Marc all day. I liked it, because we were given quite a bit of freedom, naps could be taken (without our boss Dave knowing) and we were done at 3:30 everyday. I continued working there that next school year, though because I was by myself I was moved to garbage duty. Basically I'd drive a Gator around campus, stopping at all of the outside garbage barrels, empty them out, put in a new bag, and then drop off the bags in one of the dumpsters. Piece of cake. I'd usually end up stinking to high heaven when I was done, but I liked the solitude and driving around the gator was always fun. That next summer I was asked to be the Lead Worker for the crew, which was going to expand to 5 guys. I accepted, with an increase in pay, and we welcomed Justin, Taidu, and a third guy, who's name escapes me at the moment (he only worked with us for a few weeks). As my first real "being in charge" job, this one was definitely an eye opener. Marc wanted to take more and more naps as the summer went on, while I was a bigger fan of getting all of our work done first and then napping until it was time to go home. Justin worked hard, but even he fell into the nap routine after a few weeks. And Taidu was originally from Ghana, so he barely said a word the first few weeks. Eventually he warmed up, and we all got along great, but motivating your peers around the age of 21-22 years old is a far harder job than I ever thought it would be. I think the combination of getting work done, plus trying to figure out what I wanted to do after I graduated was starting to get to me, as the whole summer I would get random twitches in my eye (Ivan talks about a similar phenomenon here). However, it was a very good experience, in that it helped me become more assertive, made me find ways to creatively motivate people, and helped me learn great leadership traits. Just because I'm the boss doesn't necessarily mean that every idea I had was correct. All the other guys had a great knack for finding the easiest way to do something (mainly because they wanted to do the least amount of work), which often made our jobs quicker and easier. However, it was up to me to decide what work needed to be done first or best. One of those life experiences that I look back on and realize they really shaped me into what I am today....a disgruntled employee.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Crimpin' Ain't Easy


I'll admit it: for a few years in high school I was really into rap music. Fine gentlemen like Ludacris, DMX, and the Big Tymers were constantly blasting from the speakers of whatever car I was in at the time. The upcoming release of Eminem's protege onto the unsuspecting public was counted down in homeroom like it was New Year's Eve. I still have a mix CD made for me by my buddy Dave called "$hill's Ghetto Mix." Yes, that's a dollar sign. I blame this all squarely on MTV. Around 2001 MTV began showing a LOT of rap videos, and rappers were on TRL and the VMAs. It was only natural that an impressionable young kid from an almost exclusively white town would be fascinated by bling and cars and women's butts shaking in the camera. And while I never started dressing or talking like a lil gangster, my taste in music at that time was...deplorable. However, I absolutely LOVE when I hear certain rap songs from that time period, because I (sadly) know almost all the lyrics to them.
BTW, the title comes from my summer job of working in the ginseng gardens at the time. We'd have to attach s hooks to wires that were strung throughout the garden. Then we'd go through and crimp the s hook to the wire, to make sure it stayed. Our motto was "crimpin' ain't easy, but it's necessary." Aaaah, dorky white kids.

Friday, September 5, 2008

How Can I Help You?


You know what's a dying art? Good customer service. I noticed it a bit when Pickles was talking about getting his Time Warner cable switched to a different apartment in the same building. He called up and was informed the wait time was pretty long, so they'd call him back in 45 minutes. 3 hours later they finally call him, and inform him they can't change the cable for 3 weeks. Seriously?? First, how do you not have enough Customer Service people that you can't get back to a caller within 20 minutes. Even worse is that 45 minute wait turns into 3 hours. Now, I understand right now is a busy time for Time Warner, because all the college kids have been moving in the past few weeks and they're getting cable and what not, but do you know what most normal companies do? HIRE SEASONAL HELP. Sheesh, you really can tell when a company has a monopoly in a given area, because they just don't give a crap about the happiness of the customer. This goes even farther to my actual job. My "customers" are actually other people that work for the company, but the general consensus among my co-workers is that "well, our customers have no where else to go for help, so we can take our time doing everything." Apathy is the name of the game. I think a company with great customer service can make up for it's other shortfallings quite well. Knowledgeable employees, an attitude to help the employees reach their ultimate goal, and constant learning from customer feedback is key.

That's the reason I enjoy going to smaller stores and mom & pop shops. In order to keep customers in the world of big box stores and one stop shops, these smaller stores need to have amazing customer service. My dad has a lumberyard up in Edgar, and in order to compete with Home Depot and Menard's they need to have better products and the personal touch that you can't really get elsewhere. He's even gone in to work on Sunday to get someone a few 2x4's or a gallon of paint, because he knows they'll be back for more during the week.


So with this in mind, next time you see someone do a great job at Customer Service let their manager know! It's the only way to perpetuate the good things.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Roadtrip: Fin

STILL WORKING ON GETTING THESE TO WORK, I'll let you know when they're good to go.

Charlie finally got the pics posted so that everyone can see them.

Wyoming and Montana

Idaho, Washington & Oregon

California 1 - Redwoods!

California 2 - Welcome to the Rock!

California 3 - Out on the Town!

California 4 - Nice Backside!

Nevada

Arizona, Utah and Colorado

After looking through all the pics I realized that there aren't very many of us in them, after the first album. Ah well. If the links don't work just let me know, I'll check them out.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Foo Fighters Part Deus

Just a follow up to this post, Rolling Stone put up a few pics from the concert here. I now plan on growing my hair out just like Dave Grohl: I mean, come on! Look how cool his hair looks in that first pic!






Quirky Things I Did as a Kid




  • Scribble fake cursive on a piece of paper, crumble it up a bunch of times, then pretend it was an ancient treasure map.
  • "Turn on the furnace" in the woods next to our house before heading in for the night by taking a little stick (the match), pretending to light it, then putting it in the "pilot light" of this gnarly old tree on the edge of the woods.
  • Load up my Darkwing Duck fanny pack with all sorts of crime fighting tools (flashlight, little plastic bottle that magically turned into anything i needed, length of rope, mirror) and solved crimes around my house as Batman.
  • Kept various lengths of sticks in my garage to use as bos, sais, and katanas for when I played Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with my neighbor Paul. Luckily had a pair of nunchucks that I got at the Edgar carnival for when I was Michelangelo.
  • Use large boxes (from fridges, etc) and turn them into cars, planes, whatever type of vehicle my imagination required. Drew wheels, wings, windows, and handles on with pen.
  • Never got any big playset for my action figures when I was young, so I always had to make them out of small cardboard boxes and the rolls from toilet paper. They were super sweet, though, with trapdoors, multiple stories (using the toilet paper rolls as supports), and decorated to the max with stickers and stuff).
  • Took the wheels off of a Dukes Hazzard police car and pretended it was a boat while playing at the beach.
  • Combined Ghostbusters, Ninja Turtles, Go-Bots, and Police Academy into one big universe where they all interacted.
  • Started a "bank" at school with the "Fun Stuff Coupons" we used to get in 4th grade for doing good things. The coupons could be used to get toys and books from this big box that Mrs. Wood had. I had the bright idea of being the bank for everyone, holding on to their coupons, and over time I'd pay them interest with my own coupons. It never dawned on me that banks make money from giving loans, which you can't really do with those coupons.
  • Used this folding bow and arrow as a huge jet, flew around the house with it and engaged the "wings" when it was time to fly really fast. Used my then empty closet as it's hangar (my room had been cleaned out to recarpet and repaint it). Cried when I had to move stuff back into my room, thus losing the super sweet hangar.



I was kind of a weird kid.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Foo Fighters

The first time I saw the Foo Fighters in concert was the summer of 2006 at the Kohl Center in Madison. They were opening for Bob Dylan, and doing an all acoustic show coming off their half acoustic/half rock album In Your Honor. I'd only heard a little of the FF's acoustic output other than In Your Honor (mostly just Dave Grohl playing "Everlong" on the Howard Stern Show or covering "Tiny Dancer" on the Late Late Show.) Seeing them acoustic did not disappoint, in anyway. There's something about seeing a band unplugged that really makes you appreciate just how good certain songs are, and "My Hero" and "Everlong" have never sounded as good as that night. Bob Dylan paled in comparison.

Anywho, when I heard that the Foo Fighters were going to be coming to Milwaukee for the Harley-Davidson 105th Celebration I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see them again, this time outside right on Lake Michigan. Damn, what a fantastic concert it was. They rocked hard for most of it, had a sweet funk jam for a bit, mixed in some nice acoustic in the middle, then went back to rocking to finish strong. Dave Grohl was as funny and entertaining as ever, the band was really into it, and even the guy who plays triangle was brought out, front and center, for a sweet solo (which the crowd loved). I'll go see those guys play again and again, and love it every time.

Setlist (I think I'm missing some)

All My Life
Times Like These
Big Me
Long Road to Ruin
Stacked Actors
Breakout
Learn to Fly
Let it Die
Cold Day in the Sun
Skin and Bones
My Hero
Cheer Up, Boys (Your Makeup Is Running).
Everlong
Best of You
The Pretender

(BTW, Three Days Grace opened for the Foo Fighters, and they were equally as good. I've had both their cds for a long time, and listened to them so many times that I knew every song they played, which was very cool. Best part was where the lead singer Adam did an acoustic version of Alice in Chain's "Rooster," which kicked all sorts of hind parts.