I don't know.

I don't know shit about music. I used to think that I did. I know what I like though, musically, and I know what sucks. and that is the important thing.

Where is pancakes house?

Me No Understand

The band 'phish' is playing some reunion shows. I read that some tickets are re-selling for $1,000. I don't get it. I don't fucking get any of it, at all!

' the beast was upon us before i could register what was happening. i reached for my sidearm and swung it across the fire. Captain Smith stood straight up with his arms held outward in a defensive posture. the next few minutes seem a blur now but then took an infinite amount of time to transpire. Captain Smiths right arm was ripped from its socket by the yeti, blood spewed out of the socket in what became a scene in slow motion. the yeti now had Captain Smith by the neck and began to drag him away. I ran headlong into the freezing night unable to fire at the disappearing silhouette. The wind had begun to howl, shrieking all around me. For fear of walking off the side of some unseen crevasse i dropped to my knees to hear any sound which may give me a clue where my dear friend may be. i strained to see the blood trail left by my wounded companion, i started back up the mountain slowly when all of the sudden i heard a high pitched bloodcurdling scream.' yeti diaries

the toothpick factory pt. 4

I awoke in a pool of sweat, and the fever was gone, only the memory of a surreal and absurd dream about a zombie who worked at a toothpick factory remains. I am all better now. Time to go outside........

The

End

The Final Solution

I am losing the 'War on Cat Shit' and fear that I only have one choice left; get a dog. That powdered red pepper didn't really do a damned thing. A dog will. A dog will run the cat out of here. Yes, a dog will poop, but not in those semi-hidden little places like herb gardens, like the cat's leaving a present or something.

Yawn-Fest '09

The annual yawnfest known as the Grammy's was on last night. I didn't watch it. Well, I caught the tail end of it, and saw some pre-show footage from the red carpet. The red carpet, yeah, the five minutes that I could stomach of that show had all the artists blowing hard about how this year's grammy's are "rock and roll" this, and "rock and roll" that, as if they all got a memo beforehand stating that "its all about the rock and roll this year people." Even that little musical work-horse myley syrus was chiming in about the 'rock and roll.' yeah right, that's when I had to surf back over to the show me and the wife can't stay away from, 'rock of love,' -the tour bus- hey, I watch it okay, and really I'm not trading in the mindless viewing of rock of love for the pointless viewing of the grammys man. No way.

I did surf back over to the tail end of the grammy's though. I Saw that Coldplay won 3. YAWN! also, another letdown of the grammys was the "In Memoriam" list of musicians who had died in the last year. Snubbed from being remembered by the "INDUSTRY" was Stooges guitarist Ron Asheton,(R.I.P) who passed away about a month ago. His influence on what became Punk Rock and Rock and Roll in general is undeniable. I mean, come on, The Stooges are the roots of the punk rock family tree. Furtermore, those Green Day dudes came up to present something after the memoriam list went up, being that they are "punk rock" I thought they would've made mention of the blatant snub of Mr. Asheton, nope, didn't want to ruffle the "industry" feathers and possibly jeapordize some kind of future recording contract.

"Rock and Roll Grammys"- my ass!

At least they didn't forget Bo Diddley from the memoriam list.

Okay, that being said, maybe Ron's name will be on next year's list. And for all I know, there could've been some kind of tribute to him in the middle of last night's program. I wasn't watching. I still reserve the right to talk shit though. Yes.