jesus christ. this is the first time that i've been drinking real booze in months. two beers or so a week doesn't count as boozing. tonight, it's 100 proof vodka with a dash of the ol' blue ox for my smurfiest drink. i'm laughing and shit. the doctor is in the house.



i was thinking about something that my grandfather said tonight about one of his neighbors. it's not particularly funny if you weren't there, but it's one of many "grandpa dean stories" that's fucking great.



when my grandparents' 50th anniversary rolled around, we sneaked into san antonio the day before, and stayed at my uncle's house, which is about 6 blocks away. we spent that day/night tormenting his hairless cat, gigabyte (my uncle is born to code and has a t-shirt to prove it) with a laser pointer.



the next day, my grandparents were invited to richard's house for a barbeque (only in texas) to commemerate the occasion. my aunt had arrived, and all of us surprised them. we procured the largest bottle of champagne in texas (i'm not shitting you) and ate chicken (which wasn't cooked right--that $50,000 grill of my uncle's sucks).



after watching the old home movies (this was all video taped mystery science theater style), we walked back to my grandparents house, inebriated. on the way, my grandfather started carrying on about one of the neighbors, who just happened to have purchased a buick roadmaster.



"that son of a bitch puts tide on his lawn."



i looked, and indeed, the lawn was a fluorencent green.



"dean, stop it," demanded my grandmother.



i began laughing.



"and he has a fucking roadmaster," dean stated.



there was a new buick in the carport, which was surrounded on two sides with the glowing grass.



"watch your language around the children." (erich and i were both in college at this point)



he carried on about this roadmaster and tide on the lawn for most of the night.



erich and i think that this is some seriously funny shit. when we see nice new buicks, we'll ask each other if we think that he puts tide on his lawn.

see, here's the deal. like 80% of this record is done. unfortunately, we were idiots and let the files travel back to nashville. my current plan is to get the files back here and finish this fucking record.



we ought to be able to salvage it.



here's the problem--i can't remember what bitrate we were recording at, so i'm clueless on the hard drive size that we need.



i've set up my old crusty 12 GB drive in a nifty aluminum enclosure with firewire ports and usb. i think that it ought to work, AND it was free.



if i need to get a bigger disk, prices have gone down a lot, so i ought to be able to score one cheap.



this could be cool if ross needs to play on the mighty rime record, too.

I didn't get much sleep last night, but I feel totally alive. These Neutral Milk Hotel bootlegs are the shit. I need an mp3 playing solution for the volvo, because taping mp3s or making cds is such a bitch. I think that prices have come down on them a bit.



I need to make a flyer for next weeks show at the climax. maybe after i fix this template so that my beautiful face once again graces this page.



oh yeah, and a volvo oil change.

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I've saved music all night tonight, and will move our mp3s to my web server. I'll contact the parties which need to know.

everyone got sick.



ross talked to chiefs.



i talked to elves.



andrew probably talked to some asian vampire pixies. i can't remember what those are called--my monster manual is packed away somewhere.



jason did not get sick. fucking guitar players have all the luck.



i don't think that i've ever been so ill.



i only suffered through work one day this week. it's a good thing because some shit got fucked up with 2/3 of my duplicators. its not that difficult to feed them oil when they ask for it--at least that's what i thought.



i haven't killed any of cindy's pets. this anemone has me worried but i can't tell if coelenterates are alive or not. i assume that it would dissolve, or those mean little clown fishes would move out if it was dead.



we're playing another show at the climax on the 5th. no one was really positive about that one, but it is indeed happening. wull is actually going to try to make it out for that one.



my mother invited me to thanksgiving dinner. i said no since i've been so fucking sick. i don't want those clowns to get sick--it would likely kill the old guy. it would be funny to tease him about chopping off fingers in the lawn mower, though. i think that i'll go see a movie, and infect the theater instead.



gobble gobble

kick ass.

that's what the radio show was like. we pretty much played perfectly. ross lost one cable, i couldn't play the coda on the first song because i was fighting with my headphones, and jason lost a cable during a solo. i heard the tape that wull made, and you couldn't tell that any microphone stands were beaten. the bass dropping out was odd, but it wasn't catastrophic.

we played a mostly good set at the hi-dive. tom murphy called it "sacred". i wouldn't ever go that far.

andrew and i hung out most of friday, chatting about shit. we watched the south park movie.

i'm stoked to get our recording proposal presented to ross and jason.

it looks like i'll be moving to thornton if all goes as planned.

i have a 100 degree fever, so i'd better take it easy and sign off.

i watched the rules of attraction last night/this morning. mr black black ocean was watching it one day, and it said "sex" on the back of the box. two things were totally disappointing:



1) that there's a special feature on the really cool hallway shot. i was stoked just to see the shot. dissecting it really didn't turn me on.



2) apparently, i'm not supposed to know who the letter writer is. it was so obvious. it's that lame ass memento shit all over again. i wonder if wull has seen it? we're the only two people that saw those 2 frames the first time.



21 grams comes out tomorrow. i'll see it this weekend. i'm fucking stoked. i need my rabbi. we could hang out at some strange bar and see a movie. actually, maybe i'll get some nerve and ask a girl. i know of one who wants to see this movie.



the rock action has me totally manic. we're practicing friday (hopefully denver's finest won't make an appearance), then driving to the radio station, then driving back to the venue. it's like 2 blocks from andrews haus. at least we can stumble "home".



i think that i'll go to work. it's almost 4:30 or some shit. i have a lot of loose ends to tie up so that i can take friday off. the boss yelled at me for working 3 hours late yesterday. i told him to chill out.

i've been keeping busy. i'm stoked about this show. actually, i'm probably too stoked. hopefully, i won't get depressed afterwards. i made some slick flyers in about 10 minutes yesterday morning. i didn't fuck around with www addresses or anything. i just wanted a good non sequitur.

I think that it ought to work. It's a pretty cool graphic, and I stole a bible passage. groovy.



I completed the toyota report yesterday, and it looked pretty sexy.



my stepfather cut off some fingers when he stuck his hand into a running lawnmower over the weekend. ain't that fucking brilliant??

Who would've guessed this?




The Vigilante/Reluctant Hero: You NEVER asked for
this, and more than anything in the world, you
want your life to go back to the way it was
before. That, however, is impossible.
Vigilantes and Reluctant Heroes are never born,
they are made, so somewhere along the way
something pretty horrible happened to you, and
since then you have been obsessed with the
thought of revenge. You may have even had your
vengeance, but you found it empty and now
continue on this path in an attempt to fill the
void in your soul. Generally violent and anti-
social, you are barely a hero at all-
sometimes you can be just as bad as the scum
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do not love you, the cops generally want you
behind bars, and it can definitely be said that
you have a suicidal streak, but this also makes
you one of the most dangerous heroes out there
and the bad guys know that you are just as
likely to kill them slowly as turn them in.
More than any other hero, you are feared, and
not without reason. Famous Comic Vigilantes
and Reluctant Heroes include Wolverine, The
Punisher, Razor and the Crow.



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i tried to go to the movies today, but took off mid-show. the reason that i go to rated r movies is so that i don't have some fucking noisy children sit next to me. i think that they should get rid of r ratings, and only do nc-17. that would solve this problem. on top of that, these kids (like under 10 kids) had to wiggle, yell to their parents in spanish who were sitting two rows in front of us, blah blah blah.



the lion's lair is the shittiest venue in town, and they seem convinced that we're playing there next saturday. we told them no to this show like two months ago. i ought to bomb that place. maybe once i get a terminal disease. after killing my father, crippling those "active lifestyle motherfuckers", and bombing the qwest building, i'll do the lion's lair.



i wish that weekends were a little more relaxing for me, instead of agonizing about how all of humanity is going out of their way to make my existance miserable.



i'm never answering my telephone again.



i had a very disturbing dream this morning. unfortunately, it's not wise to write it down. i'm dying to know what it means, though. i'm still not quite sure that dreams mean anything. brain entropy seems more likely to me.



i fixed the blown amp today. i'm still not sure that it's fixed. it's still popping fuses. i need to take it into the shop.

there is nothing quite like a house fire. i got my picture taken for an arson investigation.



i just happened to be up, out, and about at 4 am, when two houses burned a block over. they were new construction, so it's totally suspicious.

the cops busted practice. we looked like a skinhead band. andrew would've gotten the ticket, which wouldn't have been cool, so we cooled out.



we went bar hopping after practice, did some networking. actually, jason did some networking. it's a good thing that someone does.



at least the cops didn't shoot us. wait...they only shoot 15 year old retarded black kids.



we're playing on the radio the 21st, which is the same day as the high dive show. i need to update the website of doom.

i've solved the chest pain quandary. i have reason to believe that i'm hungry. that would explain the chest pains as well as my crummy mood and lethargy.

i can't believe that i'm lame enough to get sucked into friendster.com



i got crazy at work today, printing shit for the railroad environmental conference next week, and cursing quark express.



i changed strings tonight on the black bass. i used the strings that ampeg sent. we'll see if they're better than my usual ones.



i finally got a fuse holder.



tomorrow, we have rock practice at 2:45. who dreamt that time up?!?



i think that i'm getting sick again. i've had chest pains for 3 days and swollen lymph glands. maybe i'm finally dying.

yay! it's the weekend! i'm going to work shortly.



it's mostly been an uneventful week. i've been slammed at work. i don't understand why these "people with master's degrees" treat me like i'm a mongoloid. maybe i need to go to grad school just so that i can treat people like they're morons.



i'll spend most of the weekend plotting the murders of my co-workers.



i read a long paper about spermo-gnostics and misogynists on thursday. that was pretty interesting.



the rock is going well. heller is pulling hits out of his ass still. i need to repair this amp this weekend, just in case the groovy new ampeg (who knew that they made power amps?!?) blows up. it has these nifty lights that correspond to the limiter (the limitation?), and it's only 2 spaces. maybe i'll pick up a new tuner for my empty spaces. do they make rackmount fog machines?



halloween was last night. the holiday season is upon us. i wish that i didn't have to ride this roller coaster alone, again. oh well.



hi ho hi ho it's off to work i go.