*Some memes die swiftly, other memes, it seems, are able to outlive their predictably short internet life-span. Minutes before Ponytail’s set on the Balance Stage a man walked up to me trying to finish his hipster bingo card. He was looking for an out of place metal dude and thought the dude next to me may have been metal. Remember hipster bingo? You may have played it five years ago. This particular card was updated for 2009 and included rompers (check), gladiator sandals (check), ray-bans (check, check, and check), ironic moustaches (Oh, my lord, check) amongst other predictable fashion statements. Surprisingly, not only could he not find the metal dude, but he also had trouble locating a Three Wolves One Moon t-shirt.

*The best dressed couple on Day 2 of the festival had to be the young gentleman in zubaz, short, shiny jacked (with the collar popped), and state trooper shades who was joined by the equally stunning woman sporting a black unitard with a pink flower print, a vinyl mini, gold lame purse, and matching shoes. I feel bad for the guy dressed like a samurai. Normally, he would stand a chance at winning the best dressed competition, but not today.

*Some of the better t-shirt slogans I spotted during day 2 included “Vader Was Framed,” “Games Games Games Games Games,” “Grizzly Fighter (On a man who wouldn’t stand a chance against a squirrel), and the classic, “The Filthy Hippies: Live and In Concert Just About Everywhere.”

*The quote of the day goes to Fucked Up’s Damian Abraham, who when complementing the gracious reception his band received from the crowd remarked, “You guys are a 9.9. You’re much better than that Animal Collective record which sounded like fish.”

*I’m embarrassed to admit this, but my attempt to improve my B- bike security grade from Friday night, was a horrible failure. I was so determined to get my chain on the fat part of the bike rack that I somehow managed to lock my bike without attaching it to any part of the rack. I have a theory on how this happens and it involves someone stealing my keys out of my pocket, unlocking my bike, and re-locking my bike like a tool.