scooter finally ate a spider. yesterday, he was all lethargic. today, he was trying to escape, so i ran out and located a suitable spider down by the river. then, i utilized my tab at paris to get some coffee. i really should get some food, though. it feels wrong to me to make those people cook for me. maybe i'll run out to the store.



Greg was playing the new flaming lips record at paris. ii might have to pick that up.



anyhow...scooter takes 500 milliseconds to kill a spider. then, he eats it for an hour. what a mean little bastard.



today, i listened to records. of note was:



pink floyd - meddle

leadbelly sings sinful negro songs

elliot smith - either/or



i usually can't bear to listen to elliot smith because it usually depresses me. not today. this has been a nice weekend away from everything stressful to me. i think that i could get used to the ghetto. i like walking down the street. today, i almost tripped on a catalytic convertor, and slipped on some 9mm shell casings. i'm living la vida loca, baby.

not much has been happening lately.



work work work--then some more work.



it seems like our office is empty. it also seems like the majority of my time is being billed to marketing. that's not a good sign, i think.



tony t (the terminator) really is a pretty cool boss, though. he can be a slave driver, but at least he's nice about it.



i'm housesitting a centipede named scooter. he's part of a research project of sorts. this feels like a bad sci fi movie. at least i get some beer out of this deal. tomorrow, i have to go catch some spiders for scooter to eat. that'll be really fun.



my truck of doom died on thursday morning. i decided to return a long overdue video. when i got into the truck, there was NO JEWS. i couldn't even get the lights to turn on. i was late for work. wull gave me a ride from work to the truck. for payment, i took him to the all you can eat salad place in longmont. he was all about it--eating, and eating, and eating. before salad, we swung by the lorry, to see if we could tell what was up. i had somehow smoked a battery cable. $7. 2 minutes. i actually was happy for a second.



i've been talking to this girl on the internet. she seems really cool. i'm sure that she wouldn't like me half as much if she actually met me, but i'm starting to get really emotionally attached to jessica. who'd have ever thought that this would happen to me? i hope that i can meet her sometime. that would be really cool. maybe when we tour this winter. i think that i'm going to get the courage to get digits sometime this weekend. i should give her a call.



grr. more beer.

i really am a horrible person. i wish that i didn't have such hateful feelings about everyone. much of the time, i'm conflicted because i get a thrill out of other people's suffering, but i know that these are unacceptable feelings.



what's in the cd player tonight?



swans

quasi

jesus lizard

pink floyd

skinny puppy



i've just been putzing around all day. listening to music. i had a nice chat with ms. jessica from seattle. i never would've thought that i could be interested in someone on the other end of a modem. she seems like a pretty cool girl, though.



mr. etherton called me this afternoon. apparently, if the bald midget can get out of work on saturday, we're playing at the lion's lair. that's kind of exciting, i suppose. it's really hard for me to get excited about anything right now, though. this band is actually doing stuff--two comp submissions, shows, tour. it's all a little bit much to take in all at once.



i haven't been drinking nearly as much as i should. i've been too busy to. i've sworn off the real booze for the time being. beer is good. i can still function, and i don't lose control.



quasi is the shit. who'd have thought that a guy with a keyboard and a girl with drums could sound so huge. when i saw them, they covered my generation for their encore. it was pretty sweet. i really miss the rabbi dragging my ass to shows. i had a horrible sinus headache/runny nose. shit, i wish that any of my friends would drag me to shows. they've got grrrl friends, though, so i should be more understanding. i'd do the same thing, probably. i've gotten into quite a few bands that i was first exposed to in a live situation. that's the best way to get to know a band, i think.



tomorrow, back to the weekly grind. i've been looking for a new job. so far, the only one that sounds cool is 'forklift operator' in a music wholesaler warehouse. at least i've got mad forklift skills. like that would help me utilize my education. so far, i've gotten zero return on that investment, as far as i can tell. oh well.

karma is a really funny thing. things seem to play out in the queerest ways.

i feel like everyone else is controlling what's happening.



there are days when i would rather be dead than have to deal with people.



abortion--it stops a beating. i saw that sign and got very excited.



i guess i'm one of the lucky ones. i still have a job. maybe that's not a good thing.



i hate having to act like i'm having a good time.

housesitting for janette. she made me a pot pie. good stuff.



that night, erich and i went to two parties, after seeing carla farsi's hiroshima paintings, and dropping off a cd with the bald midget.



the first one was slammin'. we didn't know most of the people there, but erich got to play keg techician, so it was fun.



the second one was one of these chris seaton parties with little or no excitement. jen ooton is freaking me out. i have to stay away from her. i think that she's trying to kill me.



alas, no mentally ill pranks this weekend. i was just too busy. maybe next weekend.

actually, it's called car wreck.



recording was a painless process. they let greg out of the hospital just in time to record us. of course, we were joking around, which only made him laugh. he looked like hell, but seemed to be in a great mood. jason accidently got recorded on his play through. i played though once waiting for the guitar jokers to show up after retrieving the vox. ross and andrew had their tracks done before i got there. in my estimation, it's pretty good, even the rough mix that i've got right now. there's little things that'll bother me forever, but altogther, it's presentable for the 1190 comp. my one screw up is the ritardando at the end. it's loose there, so it really doesn't matter a bunch. i just hope that it gets on the comp.

i'm a worry wart. i finally tracked down mr etherton, after talking to the bald midget last night at paris. we are indeed recording car crash tonight.



last night, i went out with christ, spooky, dustin, jen, and, finally, cm. he's christ's car chase friend from ann arbor. nothing like chillin wit the michigan crew. this guy is the reason that i got to do the 'chase' solo on the free compact disc. we tried our hardest to get thrown out of a bar last night. we have pictures of gay stuff, and various molestations that occured. it's dangerous to get the chrises and dustin together.



cm and i are going to hang out this weekend to try some new shenanigans. hopefully, we won't get arrested. if we do, it'll be easy enough to plead insanity. this is going to be fun.



the plan is to go to a wipe your ass with a dollar bill, and stick it, face down on the ground in a busy pedestrian area. then, you watch some fool pick it up and put it in their pocket. i need to get a video camera for this.



i may be undergoing psychiatric evaluation because of this.



dammit. why can't i get this pdf to work right???? grrrr.

it's september 11th. i still don't feel any different than i did a year ago.



cold.



its crummy that so many people died, but i really don't feel much more.



its saturation radio coverage. theyre playing imagine for dramatic effect. its so disgusting. i don't understand why.



it makes me want to put a paper bag on my head.

lassitude. thats what i want on my tombstone. not cheese, pepperoni. lassitude.



lass. something that i dont have. something (or one) that id bend over backwards for at this point. scottish slang for grrl.



la. the feminine definite article in spanish. i dont understand why we bother with articles.



largo. musical term for large, broad, slow and stately; bowed, as opposed to pizzicato or staccato, in italian.



argo. jasons ship.



go. isn't this the verb that the current administration is using to help prevent teen drug use? what a lame campaign.



i am weary of blogging tonight. more ante meridiem.

i have changed fonts to the much more groovy looking times font. unfortunately, that means no more apostrophes for me.



i had a dream that ross and i were auditioning new guitarists. i hope that this jason m heller deal blows over.



i restarted work on music today after a long hiatus. solo work is so intimidating for me because i think that i am the laziest writer on earth. if only there was a decent pitch to midi converter that i could hum into. that would be slick. i bet that i could locate one. that would keep me from actually having to play musical things. instruments are feeling very limiting to me lately. i see patterns in them, and color within the lines. i feel as though i cannot push any envelopes with current instrumentation.



im looking forward to the christmas compilation with see cities. i tried to contain myself, and i think that it came off as not wanting to do it.



i'm looking forward to the local compilation that the radio station is putting together. i hope that car wreck goes over well. i must admit that i am not wholly satisfied with the bass part, but that is why i joined this band, to relearn bass.



i checked out some our lady piece this evening, since j is into them. i must be too old to understand the appeal. i had to listen to angels of light, followed by smog to cleanse my listening pallete, so to speak. is it peace or piece? i would like a piece of a lady.



i read up on labiaplasty. i had know idea that women were so conserned about this. i cant understand having cosmetic surgery on ones genitalia. its simply mind boggling.

last night i hung out with the crew. we watched movies at christ's house. her majesty was there (i think that she's mad at me), spooky was there, jen and dustin. i also got to meet christ's cousin, sara, who moved in him him recently. she seems like a nice enough girl.



christ burned me a copy of he has left us alone but shafts of light sometimes grace the corner of our rooms, so that's what i've been listening to today while recovering. it has to be absolutely the most depressing record ever recorded. i've had a jones for this for a couple of weeks, but had been unable to locate the disc at any record stores.



everyone liked my waking life reccomendation. i think that sarah, dustin and i had seen it previously. it's a funny movie.



her majesty, christ and i stopped into club 156 to see what was up, since red kkk loud will be playing there in october. hopefully, it'll be cooler in october. the show was a strightedge show. it was packed with kids. hopefully, the kids will dig our funky fresh jams.



i can't imagine what it must be like to have people constantly noticing jen's breasts. i actually didn't notice them for a long time. i didn't think that they were anything special, but apparently, most of the men in boulder think that they are. i don't get it.



i was hammering down vodka+tonics last night. that always requires some recovery time. i feel good now, although the silver mt. zion is starting to bum me out. i actually don't have much to say tonight.

i have accomplished absolute zero today. i've just sat around playing with wav files. maybe i need something to eat. eating out of boredom is gluttony, though.



i talked to erich today. he might be hanging out with us tonight, which would be great, i suppose, although it will contribute to a more couplesey feeling than i'd like. at least vera and erich don't molest each other too much in public.



i'm listening to david coultier's intervention record. it's beyond strange. it goes from weird pot etude to funky r & b.



i probably ought to get cleaned up sometime soon. i'm the funk master, also mr. hairy face. grrr.

ha ha. i slept like a rock. or a dog. i'm out of melatonin now, so part of today's events will be seeking out more melatonin for cheap. maybe i can score an industrial size. i can't believe that more people aren't down with it. christ isn't cool with supplementing hormones, which i suppose is one view to take. i think that i'm dependent. i think that my 'factory' melatonin production is probably non existent. oh well, until they ban it, i'll continue my circadean rythym regulation this way.



the canadian senate has reccomended that canada decriminalize marijuana. here, talk radio is buzzing with open lines. "what would happen if marijuana was legalized?" i would say look at boulder, or even better nederland, where everyone seems to be high all the time. people are calling in and taking polar viewpoints on the issue:



"yeah, man. violent crime would go down. i've been smoking pot since i was a kid, and it hasn't had any effect on me. i'm stoned right now." one of the best quotes about weed is from jackie brown. that shit will rob you of your ambition. not if your ambition is to get high and watch tv."



the other view is the reefer madness view. it's the way my grandfather feels about drugs. he thinks that you smoke a joint and have an uncontrollable urge to play jazz drums, and have sex, among other taboo acts. are those taboos? more like mores, i suppose. is the prohibition against dope a religous one? i think that its an economic one, or at least it was originally. the first marijuana law was enacted in something like 1937. weed, being such a useful plant, can be used for a lot of things. if i were trying to create jobs in the us is the 30s, i would search for a way to eliminate efficiency in agriculture. one way would be to eliminate multi purpose crops, such as weed. another way to increase employment would be to arrest immigrants (brown people--smoking pot), so that 'real americans' have wonderful jobs picking oranges.



both of those solutions aren't sufficiently free market for my tastes. i wish that people had enough good sense and didn't have a feeling of entitlement, so that we didn't have to have a government checking up on us. the fact is, though, that people are basically greedy and stupid enough to only see how they can take advantage of a situation. my utopian views don't go over with my friends. i realize that they're totally idealistic. politically, i'm so apathetic. i had a conversation with grampa a few years ago that really changed my attitude about government. here's a man who worked for the government for most of his life, who hates jews, blacks, hispanics, asians, who believes in the catholic church, aliens, atlantis, illuminati, masons. he was a party-line republican until recently. he said, "you know jeremy, when you vote for anyone, you've basically got to either vote for the left wing or the right wing of the same outfit." it's really depressing that we only have two viable parties in this country. i guess that it's better than having one.

today at work the big wigs attempted to bribe me with football tickets. i didn't even know that it's football season. i thanked him, but refused the tickets.



i just want to know why they were attempting such bullshit.



sex or drugs is about all that they could entice me with. maybe something like dmt. that would be worth it. i need to read more terrance mckenna. sex is probably pushing it. it'd have to be pretty amazing, but, for the most part sex is really disappointing for me. that's why i usually fake orgasms. if i'm doing my job, she doesn't even notice.



grr. sleepy. big day tomorrow.

this isn't good. i can't feel my right index finger. this is really not good. i should've known that this was going to happen. i love cts. it was carrying a six pack of lone star that did it. amazing.

i got some new headphones tonight, so i'm way happier tonight. these are some sony circum aural deals. they were really cheap. they're semi-closed, it seems. they keep my ears warm, but don't block sound from disturbing others. oh well. they seem to hit hard.



i hate my job more than usual. i haven't slept in a couple of nights because i have dreams about quitting my job. maybe i'm being fired. i don't know. they wake me up either way.



on wednesday, i went out with her majesty. jen is feeling crappy because she broke up with kevin. she's got some issues now. i should be happy, i suppose. i'm not. i should see this as an opportunity, but i don't. it really hurts me to see her hurt. i can't let her know that.



i'm pretty sure at this point that i'm happier than if i were dating someone. i told jen that, which was probably a mistake.



the band feels like it's on the verge of a lineup change. i really can't get into more detail yet, without knowing what's going on with our guitarists. the bald midget hugged me. andrew is a pretty cool guy once you get to know him. i really had some doubts.



tomorrow i'm hanging out with sara, christ, spooky and jen. jen wants to make some squid comments to play christ. i hope that she behaves herself. i definately have to watch my flirts. everything will be fine, i'm sure.

my beloved koss headphones died tonight. i tested and re-tested, but i can't figure out what's up with them. i knew zeppelin had something with 'your time is gonna come.' that song is obviously dedicated to my headphones. it's not like i was ever kind to them. maybe i'll resurect them. like a phoenix, they will rise from the ashes....



looks like tomorrow's going to be a busy evening. christ, her majesty! i've gotta play it cool, cool, real cool.



jesus. what's up with my buckwheat typing stylings? i'm using words that have no business being together. it's all about the fans, man. i (usually) spell check and proof this so that you, the reader, can make some sense out of this crap.

sometimes, i wish that i could hang onto friendships better. maybe i'm needing needy, if that makes sense. i just don't feel drawn to people like i should. i feel like i'm slipping away from everyone. no. that's wrong. i'm letting myself slip away. it's really crummy. i just haven't had a real urge to hang out with anyone lately. pretty much, i work, sleep, go to rehearsals, go home, drink, read, write. i've been hanging out with erich about once a week. that keeps me current on him, at least.



i think that it's wrong to feel this way about everyone. i don't feel like it's wrong, though. maybe i've just gotten used to lonely again. i'm pretty happy, i think. i've been taking supplements that seem to have equalized my bs. maybe it's just a placebo, though. i feel good. i'm not agonizing about things. i just feel cold, basically. i'm relatively indifferent about work, friends, acquiantances, rock. it's like the bipolar patient on meds, no emotions, just empty. cold, good, empty. it's peculiar. i shouldn't have read conquest of happiness. i suppose that it was worthwhile, but it has changed my outlook on some stuff.

why do i always feel like ass after playing rock? today, there was apparently an issue between the guitarists. fucking asshole. quit playing your fucking guitar! i'll stab you if you don't quit playing that fucking guitar!



everything's cool, though. i was able to bond with warner before the fucking assholes playing fucking guitar showed up. he was in the middle of mixing something really fucking cool--like godspeed in a david lynch movie with belle and sebastian vocals. i really dug it, but he was agonizing because the bass couldn't get quiet enough without stomping the cello, which was beautiful really rough, down by the bridge. i suggested using a notch to zap out the boomy notes. apparently sound forge isn't as slick as cooledit. it would be rockin' if he could've fixed it. those motherfucking asshole fuckers showed up shortly, and we proceeded to drink a case of beer, play for three hours, even with the fucking assholes.



i really don't feel that way about these guys. it's a reference to the mexican midget at the k's show that was harassing ross. you motherfucker! play your guitar! i'll stab you, you fucking asshole!



when i got home, her majesty had emailed me. that was a pleasant surprise, i suppose. just last night i was thinking that it was nice that i hadn't been obsessing about women for a couple of weeks. here we go again...



she wants to get coffee, or meet up with christ and spooky. why? she said that she had something to tell me. why? grrr. she's totally teasing me, isn't she? i'll just keep a level head. as long as she doesn't give me the look that makes me go to pieces, i'll be alright. unfortunately, she knows what this look is. i've pointed it out to her. hopefully, she won't wear pheremones, or give me the look.



i hope that christ will be able to make it. he'll be able to keep her mellow just by being there. her majesty isn't a huge fan of spooky. she wants christ for herself. at least that's what she says. i don't want them there, though because it will give things a couplesey feel. i don't really need a girlfriend, or nessesarily want one at this point. they are so inconvienient.

madonna. true blue. certainly pop. that's okay. it also reminds me of a female. just dancing with her in what, seventh grade? very sweet.

limp biskit. break stuff? not sure. it's disgusting that seven string guitars have become the norm in metal. i still think that sabbath is the heaviest. long live war pigs! the problem of seven strings originated with bass players. assholes using fives like they weren't supposed to. it's all about busting out the b when you can, not writing for the b. i've got to hand it to metallica for not giving in.

led zeppelin. kashmir. not their most exciting song, but it has good points. the strings are a nice touch. the drums sound great. the layered guitars are tolerable, just like the rest of physical grafitti. that's a good record. the strings sound backwards on the sun burns the ground part. i want to move to the sahara. if i could deal with the water problem, i bet land is cheap. i just read something about some huge underground rivers under the desert. i can't remember how far down. seems like it was a nice even number like 600 feet or a quarter mile. i can't remember.

why are the fonts goofy? this is like a marketing test for me. don't know. maybe they're actually okay when they go to the printer. hehehe.



why would a tall 20 girl be interested in me? interested in me probably isn't the right phrase.



listening to bee gees. i can't help but think of the notorious graphics department at work. they're too much. metal and disco?!? what a beautiful thing.



she'll probably find this page eventually. hopefully, she won't be too upset by what she finds. if she is, at least i'm not attached.



i should listen to more disco. the lines are way funkier than rock. i need to work on my funk. wull's famous idea--a great bass line should make you want to shake your ass. he's right. country music doesn't have a lot of those--yet.



control machette--mexican gansta rap. it's the shit. i want to be the guy who says, "qual?" and "quantas?" and "uh huh."



i wonder how my rabbi is making out in detroit. i listened to the new looper album today. i don't like it as much as geometrid. it has electric piano on every track. the other heavily used instrument is dulcimer.



why wait to tune the dulcimer at the venue at doors time? i'll never get over that...thanks, christ, you changed things for me.



aphex twin, didgeridoo. it's too bad it's samples, but i do like the idea. i still can't believe that i've still got so many illegal mp3s. it's really all about using filters on percussion.



erich thinks that see cities should jettison 'percussion' or 'percussive devices' all together. i'd probably vote for that. i don't know how christ would feel about it. it would force us to create interesting rythyms, though. harmonicly (that's a really weird looking word, but i'm not going to succomb to spell check tonight), we've got it. maybe the critics would chill. i really got sick of 'you guys need a drummer,' crap.



rolling rock is decent beer. in a green bottle? can't believe it's as cheap as it is. i think that i'll pick up some pilsner urquell for tomorrow's shit.

this is what the job test says to me. maybe i've found my niche'.



As a Personable type, you are a true generator of original thoughts. You probably like to think that you're equally as good at spinning old ideas as you are at projecting what might be possible in the future.



Your compassionate nature draws people to you. Because you can relate to others, you see yourself as a diplomat of sorts. You prefer to avoid disruption in the workplace if at all possible — especially if you can help others avoid discord.



You are particularly intuitive when it comes to reading some people. And because of your social smarts, people tend to like being around you. That's part of the power you bring to work. But unless you're in the right job, these strengths could be stifled.

okay. now i've got online grrrls calling me handsome. that's not a good thing, i think. really. they haven't SEEN me. my looks are pathetic, despite what ross says.



if i'd lose 20 pounds, maybe i'd be handsome. probably not. i was 40 pounds less when the knife incident occurred. now, i look at those photos, and i don't even recognize who's in them. a lot changes in 8 years, i suppose. now, i'm a overweight adult. scott steele, last time i talked with him said that i was a mesomorph. that made me feel good. he is too, even though he won't cop to it. sure, we've gained some poundage since high school, but i think that everyone has.

abby road is a really great record. i would change some of the track order. or, i'd remove some tracks. come together is a great tune, but isn't continuous. something is a unbelieveable song, but i'd remove it. i DO love ALL of the songs, i promise. i don't think that i would include oh darling on the cd. maybe abbey road should be a double with the non-continuous songs on one, and the continuous songs on two.



octopus' garden is the shit. i love this song. ringo vocals are it. i probably like them because, like me, he has NO VOCAL talent. he is the master of drumming, though. i've never heard someone able to randomize a fill like ringo. he's the john entwhilstle of drums.



she's so heavy is a good song, but still not continuous. the only reason i'm bitching about this is because the second half of the record is sooooo smooth. macartney is the man with lines, though. the she's so heavy chorus is amazing. it's better than geddy lee, really. george harrison is a really solid guitarist, too. there's some hammond (apparently, a spinet, of all things) added for dramatic effect in the choruses (chori? that's bad-sounding, man). did paul use a pick? i don't think so, but it's really fast.



here come the sun. fucking brilliant. george harrison was (is) the man. this song makes me think of kate d. i had a massive crush on her when i first got this record. in fact, most of these songs remind me of her. who says smell is the memory sense? for me, smell is like sound.



this record rocks.

what's in the cd player tonight--



godspeed you black emperor--lift your skinny fists like antennas (sic) to heaven discs one and two

smog--knock knock

beatles--abbey road

pedro the lion--control



why don't people understand how to make antenna plural? it's not that difficult, really. it's unfortunate that latin isn't force-fed to schoolchildren like it is in the uk. maybe that's what's wrong with this country. all school children should be forced to read caesar's gallic wars. even better some latin erotic poetry. perhaps it would help with crap like the "i be ghetto" crap below.



i took a online iq test today, too. i can't recall what's considered decent, so i'm not going to disclose that here. i'm probably a moron. i am, however, a visionary philosopher, according to emode.com. it says that i'm equally good at mathematical and verbal tasks, and learn best through experience. i wonder if it's the same for everyone. i sent out an invite to everyone who might respond to take it. i don't know if they know it, but i can see if they take the test and what their illelectual type is. apparently, mr. etherton is a word warrior. it's good that he's red KKK loud's primary lyricist, isn't it? i sent it out to three mathematicians, my uncle(computer man), my mother (business woman), my grandmother (tarot-reading house-grandmother), a journalist, an accountant, an engineer, a record store employee, and a law school student. we'll see if they bite. i hope that someone else is a visionary philosopher.



visionary, to me means that i'm a thinker of concepts. that seems right, to me. i do come up with some neat ideas that people dig. such as: nude hot or not; the headphonic rock show; templates for documents at work; utilization of the pdf format for secure electronic documents at work. i'll bet christ is visionary, too.



philosopher means, literally, a lover of knowledge. i suppose that i do like to learn about things. i pretty much view everything as a learning experience. that makes everything relatively unimportant, and interesting. it makes sex very interesting. i slide up the experimental sex scale every time i partake.



it's been more than two years since i had a real sexual experience. i'm not counting things like tantric masturbation, or making out with teenage girls in movie theaters. i'm talking about real intimacy; closeness with a partner. i long for that. it's unfortunate that, demographically, colorado isn't the place to be a single guy with a yearning for female companionship.



i feel stuck here because of obligations now. a month ago, i'd have moved in a heartbeat. the only thing that was keeping me here was liquidity. now, other things are keeping me here.



how does godspeed and silver mount zion get that piano sound? it's haunting. it might just be the reverb coupled with the ambient noise.



i'm so excited to get recording again. with see cities on an un-official hiatus, i've had a jones. i need to get into the swing again.

now, i think that i'll shave, put on some pants, and go galivanting.

today has been self-discovery day for me


I am 61-80% Ghetto





I AM ghetto. And you know this- MAN.

Is the garage really a room? I guess so.
If you were a room in a house, what room would you be?

Take the What

animal best portrays your sexual appetite?? Quiz


and, just to keep things interesting, especially for mr. "we're not a political band" ether-on-my-tongue:


According to your answers, your political philosophy is libertarian.

aren't you all surprised!?!?!


Libertarians are self-governors in both personal and economic matters. They believe government's only purpose is to protect people from coercion and violence. They value individual responsibility, and tolerate economic and social diversity.

i'm such a bozo. wull and i thought that we were going to a show tonight--free at club 156. i want to see if they've done anything with it since i saw punk rock shows there years ago.



it's next saturday. the building was locked because of the holiday.



i wanted to see what sort of crowd the sodajerk/156 situation is bringing in. it's probably the same 19 year old cuties that fill tulagi on sunday nights--the against tomorrow's sky crowd. they're SO last year.



yeah. i'm so down with what's up. i'm pretty clueless about what's cool. i didn't used to be.



so erich and i drove back to his apt to drink cheap beer and make veronika's life difficult. she says that i'm a bad influence. she's probably right. on the way back we listened to godspeed really loud with the windows down. i suggested that we swing through downtown to ogle coeds. erich proceeded to yell out phrases like "we're high" (directed at the vw bus in front of us), and "that guy's going to have sex with three women tonight" (directed at some pretty boy with a harem on a sidewalk), and the always classic "look, jeremy, there's some whores!" (directed at a herd of girls on a sidewalk) sometimes, my baby brother is a sociopath. i couldn't believe how belligerent he was without being inebriated.