i fucking rock. i can do links fucking hammered. (don't start with me diabetic man)



now...if i can get those african-colored black negroes in my band to mix this shit....

ahh. lots and lots of news....



on the 15th, the evil red cloud opened for the angels of light. the only thing that could be more huge for us is opening for someone huge like willie nelson, neil young, rush. i suppose that it is obtainable since we've gotten gigs claiming to be former members of led zeppelin.



so...those guys were entirely nice. michael (apparently we're on a first name basis) and i talked about bass amps, both preferring tube gear for sound, but liking the obscene power available in SS.



on that note, since i wasn't audible that night--thanks for the low down erich--i'm in the market for a new rig. i'm running an honest 100 watts through 2 x 12" subs live. i'd like to go with 400 honest watts. i'd have headroom that way for lame venues/fucking guitar players. this is the first band i've been in with a chill drummer. andrew rocks. i love the brushes.



i've investigated a lot of heads and find them obsurdly priced. $2,000 for a 600 watt head doesn't seem like a deal to me.



i can do 1000 watts with a sweet preamp for about $600--new. hoping that lc has some ideas, or greg or roscoe. greg rocks, and actually wants to buy this silly head. i'll give him a straight deal since he's ross' other best friend, even if i think that he doesn't like me. his wife is beyond hot. i wish that i was a total dirtbag.



the chas is going to fucking costa rica and leaving ross for a month. we're going to have self-destructive action movie watching sessions.



bulleit bourbon is on sale this week at the liquor store of doom (a href here) i'll get that link soon. i'm waiting for an outstanding offer on knob creek, so that i can buy my friends some.



you suck, toby. telling me to update this page and shit. not really. thanks for loaning me movies. i have to get your ass out to some shows. maybe a work night?? if there's ever someone that i need to become friends with, it's you, hombre.



now that i'm really liquored up, it's all over. email me, lil. you'll understand.



i haven't called people out like this before.



who reads this anyway?????? you guys need to mail me.



ruben is the man on american idol. fuck he's in the bottom two.



i might bomb fox.



so, we played with the north atlantic. nice kids--my rabbi's friends. we weren't all into their music. mostly that night i was trying to score. cool! we're gonna score! i didn't connect with the girl that aw trying to hook me up with. the super cute girl asked me if i was gay.



jw says that i don't give off a gay vibe. she'd know.



jessica is coming out on 5/22. it's odd that we met via the meat market . I searched for chicks matching the keyword rush--she's all about moving pictures.



90210 reunion? unbelievable. i was too busy getting high or fucking to watch.



hmmm. i think that's about it. later dudes.

syria isn't supposed to harbor bapists??

80 degrees today??

oh! and...i did 10 spcc plans today before i started getting too spaced out to do them.

i think that the gnu/linux people are paranoid. perhaps they should be.



this distribution doesn't include mp3 support! it does, however, include vorbis support, which is great, but i needed some sitar music tonight (getting high and watching the lava lamp).



luckily the xmms people aren't all weird and now i can carry on with my plan to watch the lamp and listen to ragas.



LC would laugh his ass off. i wonder how his tour is going.

how i loved you while i agonize about spcc plans. i still like this one best. looking forward to a lonely weekend at the office. i could use a drink right about now.



the headaches have subsided. both eyes are twitching. massive gastro-intestinal pain. perhaps i should've eaten something this week besides caffinated beverages and pills.

spill prevention control and countermeasure plans suck. i have 160 of them to do in 8 days. i'll be shackled to my desk until they're completed.



luckily, i have plenty of tunes to amuse myself. toby has given me access to the motherlode of mp3s. 40 GB of classic rock?!? that totally rocks the rockies.



anticipating this upcoming show is about to kill me. it seems like it's so far away. the list is solid, though. we're cutting out the loose laughing children song because of a certain guitar player's uncontrolable urge to jam too much. at least if it sucks, we'll have a redemption show the sunday post-angels. it won't suck though.

i rock. synching a palm to a linux machine is a real pain in the ass. permissions/ownership/devices/symbolic links are all something that you learn to take for granted in the windows world. it's not too bad once you're down with the lingo, though.



now...if i can only get it to work at work.



Happy Birthday, Ross!



i'm cruising down to denver today. maybe i'll run into someone i know.

talking to someone today about cocaine. sure, it's fun and all, but the price just never quite was justifiable to me.



i have a photo in my cube of doom that i found around here somewhere--it has two guys in cowboy hats playing horseshoes with toilet seats. i just thought that it was strange, so i stuck it up. people regularly ask me if that's what texans do, or which one are you?



i also have a photo of charlton heston captioned "the real president". i found that one in the office too. someone drew a little mustache on him. several of the nit wits that i work with think that i'm some sort of lefty idiot now.