Monday, February 28, 2005

You Were Only Waiting For This Moment To Arrive

Please, surrender to the void.

Current Favorite Track That Was Destroying Me For the Last Week:

Man, 2005 feels like a a pretty good year on the music tip, definitely better than '04. and good riddance.
stoked on 2005!
And this song takes me to that special happy place we should all be at a lot more than we all probably actually are. Slow, dub-heavy beat, the vocals evenly spaced out, sampling paul maccartney's chorus "blaaaackbird, flyeee" and then some of the lyrics....spaced out. Sweeping keyboards, driving beat, deep. Oh man, this song killlsss.
Into the lightttt of the dark black niiiighttttt

I've been playing it at the Slanted Door the last couple weeks and i'll probably try to do so this Wednesday at The Bright River (see DJ Gigs, on side)
This is exactly the kind of treatment this song has long deserved. Of course, it's totally illegal.
But who cares, this is what music is all about.
Even with the fuzzy sounds and crackly shit.

And maybe i'm the "Blackbird," taking my broken wings and learning to fly (and please, no references to Mr. Mister OR Pink Floyd, music-heads).

OK, i take back what i said a few weeks ago about Paul McCartney being a putz.
He isn't a total putz. Well, he is kind of a putz now.
But back in the day, he wrote some songs.

This makes me chest get all tight and stuff.
BIG UPs to Banzai Republic, who did the gorgeous remix.

DJ in Italy hit with biggest MP3 piracy fine in Europe
Wow, that's some scary shit. and lame too.
i saw Tom Waits at the Mos Def show a couple weeks ago in Berkeley.
Well, i didn't actually see him with my own pupils, my friend did.
She really did see Tom Waits.
He was wearing his trademark hat, though not playing the piano.
More Hunter S. Thompson stuff
Hunter ashes to be shot from cannon
That rocks.
Being There is a great film, i've decided.
The Drug To End All Drugs
Five Ways The Music Industry Is Changing
Women, embrace the Magic Cone, now animated for your pleasure
Apparently 1969 is the year of the Rooster, so this is my year.
Or so i've been told, that this is MY YEAR. Whoo hoo!
People do tell me things from time to time.
Often even.
Heavy petting rules.

Homespun shows find big audience: Do-it-yourself podcasters turn their living rooms, basements into studios

and this sidebar is also quite informative.
Podcasting gives voice to amateurs: Although it's not as easy as blogging, it's still worth the effort
Firefox Continues To Chip Away At IE's Share
Today, i was the winner of my work-related Academy Award picks. I got 16 out of 24, and the only major category i screwed up was Best Director (i was sure Martin Scorsese was going to pull out the Best Director category but alas, he did not).
I was secretly hoping for Kate Winslet to win for Best Actress because i love her and i loved the movie she was nominated for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
anyway, for my deft mind and overall unbelievable skill in selecting so many correct answers, i was awarded $10 million dollars, paid out to me over 10 million years.
but still, i got that going for me.
Man Accused of Having Relations With Cows
Oh No You Didn't!
Love the one you're with (not safe for work)
Superfriends meets 'Office Space'
Real Life vs. Internet
Brawnyman, the sensitive side
Forget The Gates, it's all about The Crackers
It's not you, it's the E talking

Monday, February 21, 2005

Snap, Crackle & Boom

We're getting a rare treat for the Bay Area: booming thunderstorms are rolling overhead today.

The brief flash of lightning preceding the subsequent crackly thunder soon after is a glorious thing.
I think i like them so much because of growing up in Michigan and experiencing plenty of booming thunderstorms, something i always found impressive from a weather point of view.

Here, thunderstorms seriously happen maybe once a year.
And honestly, i can't recall the last time we had thunderstorms that were intense as they have been today.
Not to say these were intense by Midwestern standards -- not even close.

But people that are from California tend to be more frightened of them than Midwestern transplants like myself.
I'm not sure why, though i'm sure it has to do with the lack of experience.

I recall visiting San Francisco in 1999 and the night we left to fly back to Michigan, there were huge lightning strikes illuminating the sky and we were nervous about flying. The airline employees were all talking about how rare these thunderstorms were and i remember thinking "big deal, we have these all the time during the summer in Michigan."

So i always can dig on the smattering of raindrops hitting the skylights in my place, a soothing sound i've always liked.
Hell, there was even a bit of hail falling earlier, which is pretty rare even in Michigan.
Of course, it didn't last. I remember being in a hailstorm once in which they were like little white pellets on the ground, like snowflakes that had fused together to make tiny ice-covered snowballs. But super-rare.

Yay for thunder, yay for lightning (though it can play havoc with your satellite TV, as i've been finding out today on my DAY OFF!)

One love for Presidents Day.
I'm glad i'm not outside.

Addendum (10:57 pm, 2.21.05):
Apparently, Paris Hilton's SideKick was hacked over the weekend.
And all of her private phone #'s, photos, emails and notes are available for us to read.
Go ahead, you know you're a bit curious.
Paris Hacked
Paris Pics
The Intracacies of Hilton's Hacked Address Book
Defamer: Hilton Hacked

Sunday, February 20, 2005


Author Hunter S. Thompson Commits Suicide
Hunter S. Thompson Dead At 67
Author Hunter S. Thompson Kills Himself
'Truth is weirder than any fiction I've seen ... '
Lazy Guide to Net Culture: Hunter farewell
Hunter S Thompson takes his final trip
HUNTER S. THOMPSON: 1937-2005 - Original gonzo journalist kills self at age 67; 'Fear and Loathing' author, ex-columnist for S.F. Examiner dies of gunshot wound
Rolling Stone: Hunter S. Thompson Dies
Detroit Free Press: Gonzo journalist Hunter Thompson, author of 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,' commits suicide

..of course, Hunter killed himself, with a gun.
He loved guns.

Wow, fucking crazy.

Hunter is dead.

I guess he made it out of Barstow...

Some Words from Mr. Thompson

-- "So much for Objective Journalism. Don't bother to look for it here-not under any byline of mine; or anyone else I can think of. With the possible exception of things like box scores, race results, and stock market tabulations, there is no such thing as Objective Journalism. The phrase itself is a pompous contradiction in terms."
-- "I have spent half my life trying to get away from journalism, but I am still mired in it - a low trade and a habit worse than heroin, a strange seedy world full of misfits and drunkards and failures."
-- "Why bother with newspapers, if this is all they offer? Agnew was right. The press is a gang of cruel faxxots. Journalism is not a profession or a trade. It is a cheap catch-all for fuxxoffs and misfits - a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage."
-- "If I'd written all the truth I knew for the past ten years, about 600 people - including me - would be rotting in prison cells from Rio to Seattle today. Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism."

-- "Richard Nixon has never been one of my favorite people anyway. For years I've regarded his existence as a monument to all the rancid genes and broken chromosones that corrupt the possibilities of the American Dream; he was a foul caricature of himself, a man with no soul, no inner convictions, with the integrity of a hyena and the style of a poison toad. The Nixon I remembered was absolutely humorless; I couldn't imagine him laughing at anything except maybe a paraplegic who wanted to vote Democratic but couldn't quite reach the lever on the voting machine."

-- "Let's face it - it's the tension in life that keeps the light in a man's eyes, and keeps the foam in his nuts. It's really the only thing you can't afford to lose."
-- The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over."

-- "We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... Also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. The only thing that really worried me was the ether.  There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon."

'We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark -- the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back."

"We are living in dangerously weird times now. Smart people just shrug and admit they're dazed and confused. The only ones left with any confidence at all are the New Dumb. It is the beginning of the end of our world as we knew it. Doom is the operative ethic."

Avid HandWashing Is In

i'm so down with avid hand-washing this week.

And/Or i've quickly become hyper-aware of germs that are fucking everywhere, ready to take over your very soul!
Yes, even your soul, little Christian disciple. It's all part of God's plan, see?
Germs invade you. You soon die.


No really, hand-washing is the new black in timprattWorld -- (a fine world indeed, or at least, some of the time anyway).

All because that damn Today show got me freaked out about germs (i know, isn't it funny i watch the Today Show? i mean, that's so Amerikan of me! it's strangely not bad and informative from a general pop culture level point of view). i mean, the dude testing various public surfaces found vaginal residue on an escalator rail, which should always be enjoyed with a hearty snack.

They found fecal matter in taxicabs. E Coli was kicking it new school on somebody's desk area.
Hide that shit, for real.
i mean, shite.


So, this week, i've suddenly gotten aware of the massive amounts of germs lurking around the workplace and tried to combat this newfound awareness by washing my hands fastidiously, tenaciously, and abundantly.

It's true.

Did you know that there are more germs on the door handle or the faucet of a public restroom than on a toilet seat?
I know, messed up.
And i don't even think i need to talk about all the crap that's in your computer keyboard.

So, as you can see, it's quite important to remember to grab a towel and use that for the door handle or faucet, both before and (more importantly) after you wash.

Yes, I've been influenced by a February Sweeps Month TV tactic intended to be a scare tactic.
What can i say? It's not like i'm a germ phobe, per se.
Just...there's a lot of nasty shit, figuratively and literally, out there and it's good to try and avoid the nastiness if you can.
And now i know more about it.

Information is good.

Also, when washing said hands -- the most common form of germ passage among humans is via hands -- remember to get down and dirty in your hands. In between fingers, cuticles, knuckles and palm stench.
The rule of thumb here is to sing 'happy birthday' twice, or about 30 seconds minimum, whichever comes first.

Thirty seconds doesn't sound like a very long time, but it is when you consider that, when people even DO bother to wash their hands after using the room of Rest, it's for like 5 seconds or some shit.
A quick splash of water on your hands, rub 'em together and you're outta there.

Many public faucets don't make it easy for us hand-washing obsessive compulsives, like the kind that turn off automatically within a couple seconds after you stop pushing them. I know, i know, they save lots of water, which is a good thing, but not a good thing when you need more than 5 seconds to clean up that shit.

So, I urge each and every one of you to sing Happy Birthday hella loud and proud.

but hey...maybe you can avoid getting some nasty breakout or sickness or whatever...

Or Mr. Yucky could be coming to get YOU.

I ain't trippin'.


I'm the king of digressions, asides, bric-a-brac and what-have-you.

I have a lot to say. You'll have that.

My mind is always about 10 steps ahead of my hands attempting to keep up.

Things do get lost in the shuffle. And tangents, why, tangents are the magic elixir of life. Didn't you know?

Please bear with me for station identification.


Rhythm is King.


Don't you wish you were at the Democratic National Convention right now?


Maybe not.

And how lame is it that the site hasn't been altered at all since the last day of the convention last July?
That picture of Kerry on the site isn't exactly new either.


Bachelor Pads
The pictures certainly aren't of my personal space, but i may have had some influence on these quotes.

And to think it all started via a conversation i had with Mr. While Seated recently, about living in a space that wouldn't necessarily be hospitable to someone of the female persuasion.
You see, your mom was right: cleanliness IS a virtue.

Sorry, your mom was more right than you care to admit. It's OK.

I've only lived by myself once, in Fort Wayne,Ind. (and i loved living by my self), but i wouldn't say i was super messy. Vaguely, somewhat messy, sure.
I was surprised with myself at how well i kept the place up.

Well, except for the several tell-tale spills all over the living room carpet, the result of many a night staying up late watching TV with a 2-liter bottle of Mountain Dew, Coca-Cola or related soda.

See, what would happen is that i would fall asleep in front of the TV regularly (the TV has ALWAYS put me to sleep -- hell, earlier this afternoon i dozed off for about 10 minutes watching the deleted scenes from Ray, a great film chronicling the life of Ray Charles. Jamie Foxx is amazing in that role).

Yeah, so when i would fall asleep, The Kitty liked to knock down the 2-liters onto the floor so they'd spill out onto the floor and then she'd sit there for god knows how long licking it up.

I know, i was a bad cat owner in my younger years. Maybe that's why The Kitty had to have her teeth cleaned and fixed a couple months back by the vet.

And hell, i paid for it dearly in the end by getting a miniscule amount of my security deposit back.
If i were a landlord, i would never have carpet. I'd rip that shit out of there.
Too much wear and tear, especially in a rental.
You can't do that shit.

Hardwood floors are the way to go, Mister.

And stuff you sorrys in a sack, mister (or should it be 'sorries', though that doesn't seem right...kinda like spelling the plural form of the the Grammy Awards the "Grammies."
No go, sorry, no.

I'm glad we worked that out.
Even if the grammatical rules clearly state that plural forms of words ending in the letter 'y' should be substituted with "ie" and an "s" at the end. It's only fair.


or Mr. Mister.


Cute Cuticles Come With A Price

i fucking hate it when you get those tiny little rips in your skin just below your cuticles on yo digits.

i got a little flicker going on on my right index finger. fucking hurts every time anything comes in contact with it but it's such a tiny little skin-tear, you need some tweazers or some shit to unspool that bitch.

And then you're likely to be ripping off extra surrounding skin in the process.

Which sucks.

All of it, you know?
i know you know. even though you knew i know because i'm knowing while you're NOW knowing.
sweet mother johnny of joseph. we got us a rattler!

I'm going back to Istanbul on the next train.

But i can only pray that the reddish skin caused by the painful tear is temporary and i can rip that excess skin off my person for good.

Let us pray...


ButterFingers Still Just Whatever

Just the other day, i stumbled upon a potentially delicious new candybar snack in my favorite local snack machine area.

Twas the new variation on the classic orange-filled goodness known as the Butterfinger, but called Butterfinger Crisp, featuring wafers and butterfinger candy creme.

Now, I'm a sucker for new candy bars.
I have to try them.
It's required. Part of my life contract.

So i tried it.
Result: Mediocre at best.
It still has that brittle butterfinger vibe because you got all that fairly hard orange shit in there.
I haven't ever figured out exactly what the orang shit is.

When i was a child i recall i got a lot of Butterfingers at Halloween, and the Butterfingers were almost always in the piles of the last candy bars to eat.

It's not the type i would normally pick.

and I won't be buying the Butterfinger Crisp again.
Aren't you glad you know this now?

Oh yeah.


Presidents Day So Rocks
Especially when you get a day off like i do.

[Confidential to the red states:fuck you]

just kidding (sort of).

I'm just talking to people who ain't willing to change they minds.



Environment? Who Cares?

Lead in Environment Causing Violent Crime

Why global warming is not natural


Science is Real

Science Points to a 'Sixth Sense'
This is interesting and i'm a firm believer there's more going on than what we curently know.
We just haven't figured out how to use these extrasensory elements just yet.


As if we don't have enough to worry about...
Mobile Phone Virus Found in United States


Favorite Fonts for 2004
Fonts are wonderful.


Are You A Music Nerd? Find Out.
Not like most music nerds don't already know this.


One Man's Trash is Another Man's...well, you know..


Currently listening to:
TroubleMan - Time Out of Mind

And there you go, more crap for you.

Have sex.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Pandemics are Lame

i actually watched this giant box come flying off the back of a truck last week that could have been a huge disaster.
I was going south on I-880 and the truck was traveling north on the other side.
I saw the thing come undone from the tie-downs and fall backward, like it was slow motion. The box flew off the truck and landed in the middle of the freeway. that's when i realized it was a washing machine.
It was a totally spectacular crash as the machine smashed into shrapnel, with pieces flying all over the freeway. Somehow, it didn't look like anybody hit it, which i can't really believe, but it looked like people were able to break in time, not following too close to the truck.
But as i said, i was going the opposite way, so who knows. unbelievable...but also very scary because it could have totally killed someone.


Can I just shout from the highest fucking rooftop that the self-titled album by Detroit band Downtown is pretty damn good?!
i don't know, something about it just kinda,, i can't say 'moves me' hits me.
i dig on emotion.
there's this track, "one more trip downtown," that i've been playing over and over again.
i never heard of them before either. it's very dreamy, ethereal sort of rock, breathy vocals, slow and methodical. the production is quite good and you can tell they are accomplished musicians.
reminds of me of pink floyd, love & rockets and such.
i know i posted about this album before But it's invaded my head more since then.


damn, this sucks.

No protection for bloggers


To all young upstart bands, good news!
'You will become bitter enemies'
Or so says Peter Hook (New Order, Joy Division) to members of rising band the Bloc Party.
An interesting read.


Oh man, the Gates project by Christo currently in New York's Central Park look breathtaking, to say the least.

The Gates pics


pretty funny story about hollywood stars and their often confusing visits to Los Angeles-area Apple stores.
Stars take a shine to Apple


The times, they are a-changin'.
Billboard adds downloads to charts


Grammy Awards Not so good


On The Road, Again


you know...the latest obsession with the michael jackson trial is a total joke and is merely a distraction by our lame media to help us forget bummer-inducing news like oh, the iraq 'war' or the fact that bush is trying to snag all those billions for the pentagon and just happened to not include it on his budget.
that stuff is sooo boring.
so let's cover the latest facts about michael's trip to the hospital! now THAT's news!

and i hate writers that say sheesh, methinks.
just like i always hated the usage of 'boy howdy!' in creem magazine.


Sometimes, things have to end and we have to say goodbye


Burning through Napster's collection, for free


So wrong, so right, so wrong.
The Perry Bible Fellowship
I enjoyed many, especially The Happy Brothers, Astronaut Falling, Mr. Rex, etc.


Saw Mos Def last night, Interpol the night before.
I have a lot of confidence in saying i was probably the only person at Mos Def last night that saw Interpol the previous night.
Not a lot of crossover.


Saturday, February 12, 2005

Statistics are Sexual/Goat Juice

The bulk of this entry was written Feb. 3 at 11:41pm.
Re-edited, remixed and refreshed periodically Friday, Feb. 11, 9:04pm to 1:15am.

Please understand and carry on.


Number Of Periodicals "Really Plan To Read Soon" Currently On Person:
    16 -- 3 copies New York Times Magazine; 3 copies Newsweek; 3 copies Entertainment Weekly; 1 copy Macworld; 2 copies Playlist; 1 copy Us Weekly; 2 copies Rolling Stone***

Most Hypnotic Song Listened To In Last 10 Minutes:
    "It Never Changes To Stop" by The Books, from Lost And Safe

Number Of Beers Consumed In The Last Hour:
    2 -- 1 Amstel Light, 1 Anchor Steam

Time Left Work Tonight (2.3.05):
    10:15 p.m.

Amount Of Love For Whales:
    A lot.
    (Sappy, I can be.)

How Often Embarassed For Self:
    A lot.

TV Segment Temporarily Distracted By:
    Jamie Foxx interview on Jay Leno

Number Of Lights Currently On:

Words Currently Stoked On:
    Kerfuffle, Festooned, Pantaloons & Jennifad (Jennifer Aniston & Brad Pitt)

Number of Shut-Ins whose asses I've kicked tonight:

    ***Please note, subscription to RS ran out in 2003. Yet, it still comes.


i got this going for me


But I learned it from watching YOU!
Mom and Dad need to bring in the drug dogs, son. It's for your own good.


i've always thought the government believed that American troops were nothing more than guinea pigs they could experiment on, whether it be for sending them to their death via stupid wars that mean nothing (Iraq, Vietnam, et all), dropping experimental chemicals on their asses (pretty much all American interventions abroad) and trying out new medical experiments.
and no, i'm not some crazed conspiracist.
i'm realistic.

and i fucking read. you fucking read. you should fucking read.
everybody should fucking read.
even chosen enemies of staten island or satan. either/or.

Here's further proof your government doesn't give a flying fuck about its troops.
Abuses Endangered Veterans in Cancer Drug Experiments
veterans were treated like "guinea pigs."

Amerika is so gonna be on the receiving end of some payback someday.
when you fuck over so many people, eventually it bites you in the ass.

we have bitten a lot of people's asses, directly and indirectly, officially and (mostly) unofficially.
Bullies ALWAYS get brought down, eventually.

fucking sucks, i know. depressing, i know.
but these



have a donut.

amerikan stylee.


pigpiles for hire

meanwhile, watching the pre-superbowl coverage this morning at 7 a.m.(!), i was struck by all the go-go family bullshit, the gratuitious soldier appearances and the like. it's almost as if Bush is America's collective Daddy and we're all trying to please Daddy as best we can by showing that we really do appreciate those soldiers daddy and we'll do whatever we can to prove our allegiance to you daddy!


Having a good one, Amerika!

Wish you were here!

Suck face for real.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Rain Reigns

I love the smell in the air just before it starts raining.
It's a distinctive smell that is unlike any other.
It makes me happy.
Even though i'm not necessarily a rabid fan of rain, per se, at least, extended rain. i like intermittent showers best.
A light rain that's falling now is perfecto.

"I'm not happy. I voted for George Bush," said cotton grower John Rife of Ferriday, La.

Farmers Shaken by Bush's Subsidy Plan
Well, Bush voters, maybe if you would have done some research and found out a little bit about your candidate BEFORE re-electing him, you wouldn't be worried about losing your precious subsidies.
Hello! Bush has always stood for corporate America. Anybody remember Enron?
Insead you let ridiculous social 'issues' that aren't really issues like gay marriage cloud your vision.
Too bad it's too late to take back your votes, huh?
Dumb-Ass Republican sheep.

Then again, maybe it's time to simply give up and accept the inevitable.
Become a Republican!
George W. Bush, Musical Star
This is one of the best W. mash-ups i think i've ever heard. Quite good. I can't believe someone took this much time to put something like this together.
this took a LOT of work.


Here I Am!
Small Doggie Mania
Even babies need a drink sometimes


Bad News from Detroit.
Techno fest teeters; entry fee possible
Every year there seems to be some sort of drama surrounding the DEMF/Movement Festival, though this year looks more dire than ever.
You know, i'm really sick of dealing with this drama every year.
I have a special place in my heart for Detroit, as anyone who knows me understands, but this is getting pretty ri-goddamn-diculous.
But as Derrick May points out in the story, there are bigger issues going on in the D besides worrying about an electronic music festival.
"I would love to see the festival happen, but at this point, with the financial situation, it's a lot to ask the city to get behind the event," May said. "The reality is that the City of Detroit has bigger problems than the festival."


Uhhh, OK, so women spray this on their private parts?
Good sex comes in a can for women low on libido
This is something i'd like to see.

Chew On This
This is, um, painful to read, to say the least.

I'm going to Bora Bora tomorrow. Leave your tablecakes with the Elementals.
You are no longer part of the family.

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Super NutBall Shuffle

Superbowl is such a male-dominated tradition.
It's very American, full of bloated bluster, pomp and a whole lot of obnoxiousness.

they're just now saying on tv that yes, it's a corporate event but you have to remember then, that the crowds are excited, as they are saying, this place is alive and people are dedicated.
yay for you. how can you say this shit?
fuck you.

it's very commercial. not even close to not being commercial.
i mean, when i arrived at my friend bruce's mom's place (it's a cool place, so who cares that it's his mom? she's kinda funny actually. besides. i like to go back and relive things this time of year, this being me reliving my youthful excursions into rocking it hard on superbowl sunday. it's an excuse you know? hardee har har), the first thing i asked wasn't "how's the game so far?" it was "how have the commercials been?"
so yeah, please. you're hosting the show. you can't be dropping the 'it's really not commercial' kinda shit in the superbowl itself.
shut the fuck up.


uh oh, the terrell owens dance by the new england dude.
new england just scored.
this seems like the last minute of the game, bruce just said. with 1:10 left in the second quarter.

brad pitt just appeared in an advertisement for heineken. crazy.
wasn't bad.
most of the ads have sucked though.
bruce just said, boy, this game could not even be closer.
can i tell you i love bruce?
but the wardrobe malfunction from last year has definitely had an effect. everything is cutesy and humorless, lame as shit. where's my sex?

it's SO nice today.
i rode my ass up here to the berkeley hills (which took hella longer than i expected -- and yes, i used hella on purpose. when it's this sunny and warm in february, you gotta embrace that california shit) with my moon roof open, yo. how can you not love warm california sun this time of year? love it..

anyway, jimmy johnson is totally screaming right now.
now howie long is yelling too. apparently the little girls are screaming for paul mccartney? maybe not.
terry bradshaw is a freak.

it was funny, i saw two guys, 50s-ish, walking urgently obviously on their way to a superbowl party when i was driving here to the berkeley hills.
carrying their alcoholic beverages in brown bags. and these guys were working men, not no street people type shit.
such a guy thing, superbowl.

but you know, it makes me think of superbowl parties past, hanging with friends and such. it's an excuse for friends to get together and get messed up. have fun. rate the ads. talk shit.

paul mccartney is such a putz.
the two cool beatles are dead.
the two lesser beatles, still alive.
watch, SIR paul (as commentator just called him) will live to be 100 or some shit, milking the beatles for the rest of his life.


ok, back in black.
so i am already predicting that the tabasco sauce girl ad will be one of the highest rated, especially among males. one of the few ads that was blatantly and completely sexual.

ok, the worst ad yet.
anheuser busch just shamelessly used the image of the troops to sell their stupid beer.
beyond pathetic.
i'm disgusted.
people clapping for troops walking through an airport.
1. yeah, i totally support the troops. don't trip me like that. but shit, this was shameless usage of 'the troops' for bullshit beer.
3. what about the troops that didn't make it back?
7. i ain't trippin'.
22. elevator junction

thanks for playing.

ok, the Ameriquest commercial was pretty f*cking hilarious. man.
with no words spoken. you have to see it.
looks the the guy is about to knife the cat he's holding by the neck, covered in spaghetti sauce that's supposed to look like blood. and at that moment, his girl comes walking in the door and they're all 'don't judge something by first impression' or some shit.

i ain't trippin.

SuperBowl is for men, testosterone, america, flag-waving mother fuckers, and people who like shemp. reminds me of the dude i saw the other day with giant sort-of torn flag flowing high and mighty in in the bed of this giant American truck.

4:54 left in the third quarter, greg lewis gets 3, 3rd down coming up.
new england's up 14-7. people are already dissing philly.

i ain't trippin'.

oof, huge first down by philly. people are back on philly's side.

bruce just said, 'new england had a lead and now it's gone. one of those games where you just don't know."

the ameriquest commercial was so damn funy.

the just finished commercial by verizon with celebs getting into being minaturized was kinda funny. interesting the song they were playing was 'video killed the radio star' by the buggles, which bruce and i both noted, the first video ever played on MTV back in 1981.
i'm gonna publish dis shit.
we at 3:29 in the 3rd quarter.
i love it's only 6:15 p.m. in my timezone.
screw ya'll in the east coast timezones.
west coast is the most bitches.

7 Patriot penalties
we at 3:08

it be 14-14 going into the 4th quarter.
apparently this is the first time that it's ever been tied going into the 4th quarter. a little known factoid, apparently.
bill clinton was just shown kicking it extra live on the scene, watching a 'good one,' as the network fucks just said.

nearly a touchdown.
just shy of the 2.
bitches yo bichon frises.

oh christ, the local fox affiliate just was showing their advance for their after-superbowl coverage and they're showing a family enjoying the superbowl together and to see their reaction to the ads. i'll tell you what their reaction will be "oh, well, it was very family-friendly, i felt safe that my 5-year-old could watch."
yeah, whatever.

the score is currently 24-14, new england.
8:35 left 4th quarter.
biggest comeback superbowl history, trailed by 10, ended up winning 42-10.

this game is feeling over.
new england's gonna win.
be aggressive.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

MicroChromatic Dysentery For The Children

Howdy disco citizens,
Fun-filled random love for your kidney stones.
Don't bury me in quicksand just yet.

People who talk incessantly on their cellphones while driving are fools.
Study: Cell Phone Use Makes Young Drivers Drive Like Senior Citizens
Like this is a surprise.

Way too many Microsoft workers are using iPods and Bill Gates is so NOT happy.
Hide Your IPod, Here Comes Bill

Military Death Benefit Called Too Narrow
Did you know the families of military personnel who die currently get only $12,000 as a "death gratuity"? Of course, Republicans want to limit the money. I thought they were "pro-troops"?
"Under the Pentagon proposal, a tax-free "death gratuity," now $12,420, would grow to $100,000 only in cases where the service member died in a war zone as designated by the secretary of defense.
The Pentagon also would substantially increase life insurance benefits. The $250,000 coverage offered to all service members at a subsidized rate under the Servicemen's Group Life Insurance program would be raised to $400,000, and for troops in a combat zone the government would pay the premiums on the extra $150,000 coverage.
The increases would be retroactive to Oct. 7, 2001, the date the United States launched its invasion of Afghanistan in response to the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks. The families of the more than 1,500 troops who have died in Iraq and Afghanistan since then would be eligible.


For the music geeks in the house.
How to download Real Audio streams and convert Real Audio to MP3


Aw gee, my homeland has seen Better Days (anybody from the D remember that club Better Days? Off of Woodward, down some alley).
Too bad about Detroit. Sadly, it's the same old story, different decade.
Things in Detroit could be better

The Waiter you stiffed has not forgotten

A new way to stop spam>

And just when you thought you've heard it all.
Nope, you haven't heard it all.

Woman Accused of Giving Lethal Sherry Enema
Delicious again, Peter...


Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Why Don't You Tell BabyDaddy?

I saw the Scissor Sisters Sunday night and damn, holy shite, holy damn, holy hell, holy mother of mom, and other shit that sounds like i'm a bit overjoyed and/or in awe. they put on a fucking SHOW. and i ain't trippin'.

no sir.
they are HUGE HUGE.


Not that i'm being over the top right now.
They are so far over the top, they're mega mega white thing over the top. and that ain't no shit.

It was much fun. much craziness. quite gay. quite.
Of course, i was kickin' it extra live being in the presence of MollyGoLightly, Teddy and Tina B, so yeah, good company. Tina B and MollyGoLightly looked so good, people were parting like the red sea wherever they went. it was great. we walked in like we owned the place and after arriving, decided that we DID, in fact, own the place. in theory anyway.

Whoo nilly. willy nilly.
But as far as the scissor sisters, it was pure and simple a big giant SHOW, completely fun, throwaway melodies that stick in your head, with nice stomping backbeats and choruses that make you sing at the top of your lungs in ecstasy.

You had queens jumping up and down in the front of the stage waving foam scissors in the air, trannies doing cartwheels down the aisles and other honeys leaping from the balconies. seriously.

It was a great release, if nothing else. I mean, sure the music is very high energy, campy and a bit cheesy even, but that's all part of the gag. it makes the scissor sisters that much more fun.
i wasn't going to see the Scissor Sisters to analyze the artistic merits of Paddy Boom's intricate drum fills or Ana Matronic's howling vocals. I was there to look good (i was sporting my yellow suit, btw, though i had no Curious George to follow me around, unfortunately) and get nuts.

and in case you were wondering about the real BabyDaddy, the man behind the carefully cropped beard, well then, feast your eyes on this.
His real name is Scott Hoffman and he's originally from Kentucky (or i should say, KY).


Botox may soothe musican's cramp
finally there's an excuse for all that twitching going on in your extremities, musicians, and you can do something about it.
you can be like the Hollywood elite and/or the Hollywood addicted.

Urine can help.
Man peed way out of avalanche

Be the Master of your Domain
though i gotta wonder what this couple was doing spying on some guy in another building for 10-15 minutes with binoculars.
it seems like the people who are most concerned about sex these days are repressed conservatives.

This is both funny and kind of sad at the same time.
"Was Mark Mathis of Charlotte the best weatherman ever? He absolutely, positively did not give a fuck about his job, spending his entire forecast dancing,
rapping, screaming, pulling his co-worker's girlfriend onscreen and then imploring his boss to call and fire him on his cell phone...which finally happened in November of this year, after Mathis checked into rehab for drug and alcohol problems. We'll miss you, Mark."
For the kind of sad follow-up, Read What Happened.


Get the Pixies' performance from Coachella 2004 -- but don't delay!

Cool ambient soundscape madness


Don't get Sick Building Syndrome

OK, Now That's a LOT of weed

Oof! And this is good news for the Bay Area.

Powell leaves mixed legacy as FCC chair
what a prick. talk about a babydaddy.
My iPod, My Self
iPod, therefore i am.
however, i'm not quite so rabid.
I'm not even a smoker and this pisses me off. So lame that a company could force people to take tests to see if they smoke, even on their own time, and then not give them health care. ridiculous. and yet our leaders are worried about social security. hello! health care is what needs fixing, idiot Bush.
Costs Make Employers See Smokers as a Drag

And last, and certainly not least, here are a couple CD reviews I've written recently. Read, weep and sob. Or jump for joy. Whatever you prefer.
if i had to write this review over again, i would make a change. I meant to say Downtown sounded like early Pink Floyd and Smashing Pumpkins, not early Pumpkins, as i said in the review. not sure how that happened.

Chemical Brothers
weirdly enough, i personally am kind of over the Chemical Brothers, but it is what it is, and really, if you like the Chemical Brothers, you'll probably dig this record. it's got a fun and vaguely political element to it, but gets the party started. for those parties that want chemical brothers to get their particular party started, that is.
yet, i can say with confidence i likley won't be listening to this 6 months from now.

and that's what's happening in Amerika.
Don't forget to write!