I'm doing this by myself, so if it sucks, I'm to blame. Oh well. Not to mention, I have the strange feeling that I'm doing something illegal. I just don't know what.

7/24
Current song is Pelican's Lost In The Headlights.
Moving sucks. Don't let anyone tell you different.Back...I don't know when.

7/6 And the crowd goes wild!-Deftones, Hexagram
Off to see the Deftones tonight. Should be much fun. Not as crazy as a game show, but more fun than monkey barrels.

Or something. I'm just updating to put some links up and get a new song out there. I'll admit I barely know what I'm doing or talking about or anything.

6/20 Oh my God it doesn't mean that much to you-The National, Racing Like A Pro
New song. I don't know that there's much else to talk about. Who knows. If you haven't been here in a little while, you might find something new. Off to the middle of WA soon, and then hopefully The Captain will visit. No complaints. Things that suck will get better, things that are good will hopefully stay good for now.

6/5
She passed! As a tribute, I've put up the poorly named, but triumphant sounding, Flight of Sperm, by fluf.

6/3
Lala takes her final exams at culinary school tomorrow. Good luck!

And I found this, which I pretty much have to link on the front page.

5/29 We take care of our own, at least on paper-Cursed, The Void
I know one shouldn't speak ill of the dead.
But fuck that hatemonger.

Been kinda stressed out. Work is still meh. Things that I think should be happening--not happening, so much. And I have no idea what to do next. I never do, but it's times like these that this seems relevant. I'm writing, though. And I cleaned my desk off at work. Found papers that were over 2 years old and wholly irrelevant. Big recycling day. Going to try and keep a slightly tidier desk now, I think.

Soon I'll be on my way to Spokane, for the thrill that will be my niece's birthday party. Looking forward to it quite a bit. Plus, I've not been to the 'Kan in awhile, and it will be good to see some old friends. Plus; I'll have a camera for the first time, so I suspect there will be many pictures of people drinking and tiny people goofing off.

Edit: I went, and took pictures.

5/7 Happy Birtday Boo.
And a late happy birthday to Mr Forehead.

4/27
Today's song is So Long Lonesome, by Explosions In The Sky. It's an instrumental, but they convinced me with that song, no question about it. I've got a bit on my mind these days, and as with so many things, some good, some bad. Although right now, as of this writing, I'd say the thing that's pissing me off the most is the fact that my internet connection keeps winking out. Who fucking needs that?

Meh. MEH, I say. Still, there are cool things to look at. If all goes well, I'll have a few essays, such as they are, up on the site soon.

4/12


A moment of space for Kurt Vonnegut. I liked the writer, I liked the man. Thank you, Universe.

4/9
I'm really not one for just posting a link, BUT, this is so fucked up, I kinda have to. It is not even, ever, close to being considered safe for work. Click at your own...whatever. But for gods' sake, do it somewhere where you can play sound, and don't have to worry about getting fired.

3/30 Sometimes you gotta go crazy, and other times you need to go crazier!-Andrew WK, I Want To See You Go Wild
Ah, the wit and wisdom of Andrew WK. For my birthday, I bought myself the album that he's only released in Asia. Why he did that, I'm not exactly sure-but I've read that it's part of a trilogy of records he's going to release, in Asia, Europe, and America, but one for each.

Anyway, there's new stuff-the usual collection of rants, odd links, and god knows what else. Including the song.

3/25 Made myself an enemy-Handsome, Ride Down
Whew.
It's been a few weeks. I've been a busy dog.
There should be fucked up crazy links. But I'm going to save that for later this week, when I'm trippin' on more sleep.

3/7 We'll be strong...You'll be dead!-Rocket From The Crypt, Guilt Free
Happy Birthday Lala.
You can email her birthday wishes you know, if you feel like that.

2/11/07 It's six o'clock, I'm ottta here!-Hard-Fi, Living For The Weekend
And it begins. Not the weekend, so much, as the time we get to say: fuck this, I'm goin' home. Or out. Or wherever.
I've got a few thoughts here and there, I'm going to try and get 'em outlined and up over this week. Been far too long I've gone without some kind of site update. And I've done things! So it's time for you to kiss the screen so I can tell all.

1/16/07 Being wrong's a crime that I'm serving forever-The Replacements, Swingin' Party
It's been too damned long. But after the violent illness of Christmas, I got a cold. Too many other dumb things to do, and while I'm wanting to write for this web site, I never quite get it done. Plus, there are so many other places to write...I don't know. I feel like this is a little more about me and my ego, and in other spots, I want to write like I have an audience that doesn't know who the fuck I am--or care.

(Oh, as an aside: yes, it snowed heavily in Portland, and yes, I'm fine, as is everyone I know. Hopefully this will melt off and things will return to normal winter soon)

One thing I've been doing lately is listening to older music. The bonus is getting to put up songs like today's-a song I overlooked when I first heard Tim. I've also had some success finding songs from last year that I needed to find.

I'm not sure I've got a bunch of neat things to talk about, though. Odd stories, of course, and the glory of Japanese bikini rodeo pie fighting. (You really have to see that to believe it.)

A late happy birthday to The Captain. He'll be happy to know that he's part of the reason there are so many lesbians.(Imbedded video, needs sound)

I guess that's it. Or at least, I can't think of anything else right now.

12/25 I didn't know what to say-Jimmy Eat World, 12.23.95
So Merry Christmas to everybody. Or; Pleasant Greetings for whatever holiday you're celebrating.
I'm flying solo this Christmas. It's not so bad at base.
However.
Last night I got violently ill. This was no fun, as you might imagine. Merry Christmas 3am! Now puke really hard and try to sleep through a stomachache. It's a little gift you give to yourself.

I still feel a little shakey. I assure you; it's not the alcohol.

Of course, if anyone had been here, what're they going to do? They're not throwing up, I am. Now, obviously, I'm well enough to sit here and type and update. Go me. And I'm going to head out, sorta, today, Briefly. I made a pie last night, and I might as well head out to give it away.

Then, home to watch Oldboy, and perhaps Truman, or maybe something else. Basically; I'm killing time until football is on. I don't know if anyone interesting is playing or not, but it doesn't really matter. My tummy is pretty unhappy right now; bananas and milk seem like a good idea.

Ugh. I have to leave the house to take care of plants and pets. I just remembered this. It's going to be a day. Well, I hope everyone else is having a decent day at least.

12/13 See the man in the bitter frustration? He didn't count on a bad situation-Hall Aflame, Shake The Pain
Yeesh. It's been too long. Already we're coming up on the end of the year, and I'm kind of glad. It's been a strange (slightly NSFW) year, wonderful and difficult in about equal measure (thankfully) but I could use a restart. I will say; it's been a better year than last. So the resolution has been kept.
If all goes well, there will be new things in the Rants and the Neatness and so on.

Also: Happy Birthday to JV.

10/31 Pulse-Pelican
This is the song for today, but there are no lyrics in the song. So there you go. I wanted it to be Mammoth...but it wouldn't fit. Damnit.
The wind is blowing tonight. It's cold, and I cannot explain why. I've had a couple beers (good) and am exceptionally tired (bad). I've had a very busy few weeks, and that's been excellent, but I haven't been much for website updating. In a way, it's too bad, since there's stupidity to rant against, and the occasional exposure of good information to give.
(Written by someone at Consumating-"It's true, it basically does the same thing as Kegal excercises. Work that muscle, and apparently... you can not only perfect the Crane Pose (Bakasana), but you'll have more fun in the sack").
Ladies: you'll have to let me know...but be careful! Yoga isn't just something you fall of the truck and do.

I have to go to sleep. Soon.

10/7 Fly thru dreamscapes of valleys gullies and spires-Mastodon, Circle of Cysquatch
And another month is upon us.
It's going to be another stretch before I update again. I know you all got used to the weekly song, that you were so dying to hear to make you cool. But. It's not my job to make you cool. I show you the path. You gotta walk it for yourself.

9/24 Won't you tell me when it's over?-Monsterland, Angel Scraper
It has been a interesting few weeks. Lots of things going on, and much coming up to do, especially in the way of music to see. So instead of wasting people's time here, I'm going to go into Neatness and Rants and do my thing there.

Strangely, I'm now tired. And I don't think everything that I wanted to say got said. But meh. Some days are like that. Sleep.

9/11 Lonesome Warrior-Eric Bachmann
Show me lover where I’ve gone wrong
Guilt me up with empty bullets and guns
Lonesome warrior meaning no harm
Leaving suckers four leave clovers for luck
Toss me in let’s sick or swim to the bottom
Tell me once again why we even bother
Meet me underneath the covers
Lonesome warrior wounded working for what
Tell me lover where I’ve gone wrong
Soon we’d better take our bullets and run

And that's what I've got for today.

9/3
Today, I wish there was a breakfast delivery service. I don't want to leave thet house, but I do want hashbrowns with bacon. Maybe gravy too.
The song is Boris's Electric. It's so 70's awesome!
And really. How often do I say that?

Never. Because there's so damned much not awesome these days.

I love my new toy. But some messages are too good to pass up.

8/27 Would you give up all you've got to get the things you want? Would you give up all you want to keep the things you've got?-Andrew WK. Totally Stupid
Another week has passed. I'm a little weary. I think I'm going to have to do something drastic to reset the old body clock. Drugs. Music. Women. (NSFW, barely) All coming together in a perfect storm to keep me up all damned night, whereupon I stagger through my day, amped on rum and Jolt cola, eating dead skin and seeing into the souls of my enemies.
Before crashing, lovely and delerious, for about 10 hours.

It's gotta be better than wanting to nap at 2 p.m, having to piss at 4:30 a.m., and feeling itchy and dazed all the time.

Maybe I'm a zombie. That would explain a lot, actually.

At least I'm not fucking the Transformers movie in the ass. I don't hate being right, but I do hate knowing when things are going to suck dead Presidential balls.

8/23
Damnit. The toy link died on me. Sorry everyone!
Thanks to Fuz though, who helped me with the setup of the shiny...new...iMac.

8/20 It's time we saw a miracle- Muse, Apocalypse Please
A quick thanks to Blue Orchid, for introducing me to Muse, who I'm going to go see on the 3rd of October. Yay!

I almost can't believe it's been a month since I updated the home page. Good christ. I don't know if I'm lazy, or just busy. Maybe both. Either way, there's new shit up now. Such as it is...

Sometimes, I realize my web design skills are a little weak. Unexercised. But I still know better than this.

Otherwise, things have been good. Interesting, and not easy, but good. I'm embarking on a quest to try and work out what I want in relationships, and that's always a challenge. A good one, though; I look forward to this.

And...I have a new toy I'm going to be setting up over the next few days. If I'm out of touch, that's why.

7/28 Bleed! Yes, I'll bleed! Now the love is gone so just bury me. 18 Visions, Pretty Suicide
Sick today. Sicker yesterday-or at least that's when I was vomiting. At this point, I'm just kind of seeping various forms of nasty.
So no real updates today. I feel an ache in my groin when I walk. I don't like that. Fucking whatever is working through me is taking it's time doing so. I want whiskey, soda, and tater tots.

'Oh, wait 3am' you say. 'you've got the strength to post on the internet, how bad could it be?'

Screw you kimosabe. This is the only place I'm posting this, out of the 5 fucking blogs I've got. I don't gotta justify to nobody. I'm not even going to my shift at the Summer Beer Fest. Grrrr.

7/16 You'll celebrate the minute you was having dough-Jay-Z, 99 Problems.
The thing about brusing your assbone is; it doesn't heal quickly. Why? Because, of course, you're always sitting down, putting pressure on it. It's just one of those things: you don't think about it until you have to think about it.

I do believe that 99 Problems is the first rap song I've posted. I'm not a fan of rap music; it's not that it's bad, but it doesn't often speak to me. I mean, even angry rap songs don't sound angry enough. Guitar makes a song mean, man. [and gin, of course.]

I just realized I had a year's worth of posts on the home page. Jesus, I'm lazy sometimes.

Not much to talk about-I'm going to upload the song, and kick it for the rest of the week. I'm off to Seattle on Thursday, and I'm glad. I'm depressed, and seeing some old friends will set me right.

7/7 Pour the ashes out the window -Constantines, Young Lions
Day before yesterday, I slammed my coccyx. Today will be a day of short posts, since my ass hurts.
However, there might be posts everywhere, because...I'm good like that?
I don't know. Fuck it, I'm lazy.

And I'm grouchy this week. You can work the reasons out on your own.

For a little while, this bit from Moonstruck ran through my head:
Ronny Cammareri: You're gonna marry my brother? Why you wanna sell your life short? Playing it safe is just about the most dangerous thing a woman like you could do. You waited for the right man the first time, why didn't you wait for the right man again?
Loretta Castorini: He didn't come!
Ronny Cammareri: I'm here!
Loretta Castorini: You're late!

Then I got over it.
I got over it because I know that you just love who you love; and hopefully they love you back, in a way the two of you can understand. All you get is the now. I just hope I can make something good.

Huh. Kind of a nice thought for being sexually frustrated, in small pain, and grouchy at people. Would you believe I was sober? (Not for long, though!)

Lastly: Geek Riots tomorrow. Going to be a long day.

7/2
It's been a somewhat frustrating week. No good writing got done. The stuff I put down, I could just feel the lack of enthusiasm. It's like that sometimes, especially when I get stuck, as I am now.

Hey, I'm working on an informal will. If there's a possession of mine that you want, nows the time to tell me. Otherwise...

(Hey, he's extra cheery today, right? Now let's talk politics!)

Actually, it's not so bad. Just thinking about death all the time.

In truth, I'm listening to a bunch of Andrew WK, and trying to have a mellow weekend. I'm pretty much staying in. How's that for excitement!? But sometimes, I just don't want to try and engage with people. Major holidays would probably be a good time to not engage.

No new song-I've no idea what I'd put up. I'm hoping to go on a hike today, and then do lots of nothing until the 4th.

6/25 And I know that assholes grow on trees but I'm here to trim the leaves-Peeping Tom, Don't Even Trip
In a strange turn of events, the song lyric does not match the link at the Misc. Instead, the song is Sucker, also by Peeping Tom, with Norah Jones doing vocals. Don't Even Trip was too long, and couldn't be uploaded.
Sigh.
Oh well. There will be new stuff. Plus, I'm thinking about creating a will. And there's some new stuff in Neatness.

6/18/06
Today's song is Johnny Cash's cover of Soundgarden's Rusty Cage. It is done in part because my Dad is the reason I listen to Johnny Cash-I mean, sure, the Man in Black got hip again, but honestly, I don't know that I'd've given him as much of a chance, if it weren't for my Dad.

Have spent the last 5 days partying like a rock star. Very, very tired. Have written a thing, but it's not ready yet.

6/7/06
Today's song is Mr. Bushmills, by The Fumes. My little way of remembering Gus, their drummer, who died recently.
I have been flat out of my head over the past week. I can't keep the days straight. I've been at least one day behind since last Wednesday. Maybe something about June has done me in. It may have something to do with allergies, or sleep-fuck knows.
I've written a poem, and it's in Storytime. I like it.

Not much else to say, I guess.

5/31 Seen it happen, a billion times before-Archers of Loaf, Scenic Pastures
I feel like I've been trying to write in so many places. I won't claim that I'm being spread too thin, but I do only have so much time.

I wanted to put Chumming the Ocean as my song for today, but alas it was too big. However, if someone had a hankerin', then...they should let me know.

I'm also posting because I have a few links that I want to get out of my inbox. This unpublished Hellblazer comic, for example.

Or The Swarm, which Fuz agrees, is cool.

An amusing note I wrote to myself a few days ago:
You really like brushing your teeth when you're high.

What else. A link I should have used in scorn, during the porno rant a few days ago. There should also be new stuff in the Neatness, but not today. Today, I dance for your amusement.

5/22 Power is my life!-Holy Gang, Power is my life
Eh. Not every song can be a winner.
There's some new Neatness stuff. Actual paragraphs where I talk about things.
One bit of hockum I'm going to dismiss right now: even if chick flicks are good for me, 1) There's no way in hell I'm just going to believe what the California Psychics web site says and 2) I don't care, gimme red meat. I'm a guy, and I want to see good movies, and I could give a fuck about the rest. But chick flicks automatically pander, and I hate that.

5/14 We're the regulators that de-regulate-System of a Down, Cigaro
More cleanup in Neatness, and a pic. Plus there's a rant in the Rants, if you're into that sort of thing. Because I love you, and all that.
3am

5/9 Loser got nothing to lose!-Tad, Loser
New song. This isn't an update so much as an excuse for me to clean some links up in Neatness.
I have had a lot on my mind, though. I saw family and friends and that always helps me. I've been writing the good stuff, and that's been positive. And I've gotten some encouragement from and unexpected place. So I'm grateful for all that.

4/23 I have done this for the sound, have done this for the sake of you, the sake of me-From First To Last, Mothersound
I'm not always proud of eveything I do or write. There are times when I feel it's ugly, or worse, banal.
Nonetheless, there are sometimes demons that need to be served, and today's post in the Rants is one of those time when I serve them. It's not the kind of thing that belongs in any of the other 5 places I write.

I don't recommend that anyone read it. But I also know that this web site is mine, and is the place where I can put up the bad shit, and really, the only person who's going to see it, aside from myself, are people who already know me. They've seen it before, and so the banality, and the unpleasantness won't bother them much, if at all. Nobody who is a stranger to me will stumble on this-so the 'to be mocked/fightened' level should be pretty low.

Of course, there are times when I go here, and it's hard to feel bad after that. Sure, it's corporate bullshit, but I don't feel any worse because I know that. And because I don't want everything to be in the cold, there is some new content, and maybe a link or two you haven't seen (Leisure Town!) in Neatness.

Haven't been able to get enough of the new From First To Last album, Heroine. Good stuff.

4/17
Bah. I wanted to put up a new song, but it was too big.
One of these days, I'll clean up this site. Tonight is not the night. You're stuck with Sancho until I'm square.

Going up?

Sometimes, I like to think of myself as a modern shaman. Then there are times when I think I'm a god.
But mostly, I'm just delusional..
Do I want email from you?
Probably not.