Archive for August, 2004

JR is everywhere

Monday, August 30th, 2004

I’m in Dallas, TX today for the next couple of days putting out fires. I spent the weekend with some great friends in South Cackalack. They ate like hungry pirates, feasting before setting sail - barbeque sauce and all. Mojitos were the obvious choice for the last days of summer and I drank like a man freed from jail after 47 years. Can you believe that by the way? It’s happening way too much these days. People are getting exhonerated based on DNA. Proof is surfacing that we actually executed innocent people in Florida recently. Kobe is going to get off. Kobe already got off in some sense. Scott Petersen will likely get off. Michael Jackson actually had the nerve to wear an all white suit along with his other weirdo brothers and sisters. Janet Jackson is hot as hell by the way. Michael Jackson probably got off, but I’m waiting for the evidence.

Raced east back to Atlanta on Sunday to make sure that I didn’t get close to Gaston or Frances or whatever name it is that we’re using to refer to the aspect of mother nature that simply torments already poor people. Rich people seem to somehow escape the wrath of the environment or maybe it’s just the way the media portrays it. Much like they portray Islam. Americans eat it up too. Anyway, I’m blabbering.

dee oh double g

Tuesday, August 24th, 2004

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Observe bitches, listening pile:

Guided By Voices - Half Smiles Of The Decomposed
:: doesn’t suit me as well as Earthquake Glue and Isolation Drills

Interpol - Antics (pre-release, sssh — don’t tell)
:: two words - rock ass

Public Enemy - It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Bitches Back
:: “I got a letter from the government the other day…”

Dizzee Rascal - Showtime
:: Not bad, not quite as good as the first release though in my opinion

Clinic - Winchester Cathedral
:: Pdork gives them thumbs down, but I say nay.

quest for sleep

Wednesday, August 18th, 2004

I feel like I have not slept in days. I haven’t shaven in a over a week. Small animals and children are running scared. Was mistaken as being Bonnie “Prince” Billy aka Will Oldham.

Car has been delayed again. Been given the kaibosch (sp?) on parking the multi-colored bavarian monstrocity outside the crib. Yeah, I called it a crib.

Did a couple of covers this weekend to get me mind away from the world. “Jesus Walks,” by Kanye West. Ironic that I do a song called “Jesus Walks,” especially with the song’s meaning, etc. Maybe I’ll post it on request. I’m hesistant at the moment — can’t take the outright laughter. I’m a serious artist and shit, maing.

you know corns

Wednesday, August 11th, 2004

Since I’ve discovered super glue, everything broken is now fixed. My fancy noise cancelling head set is now fully operational with gratuitous amounts of super glue applied generously.

Memorable quote of the recent few weeks:

“If I had six months to spare, I’d beat that stripper.”

Things I hate:

1. People who speak about personal matters whilst on a cell phone in public, especially on an airplane.

2. People who feel like they’re free to violate the fuck out of your personal space, especially on an airplane — cause people will get all up in your grill on an airplane and not give a rat’s ass.

3. People who choose to sit in a window seat and then piss all the damn time.

4. People who choose to sit in a window seat that need to piss all the damn time and then decide to cross over your feet and inadvertantly stick their ass right in your damn face.

5. People who take cheesy, posed flash photography in restaurants.

6. People who take cheesy, posed flash photography in restaurants and expect me to be one of the jerk-offs in the picture. (Is jerk-offs technically hyphenated? Hmmmm.)

7. Double-declining depreciation and the internal rate of return.

trip canceled

Saturday, August 7th, 2004

Last minute cancellation slash delay. Here’s how the conversation went.

Them: “We think you should stay for two weeks instead of four days.”

Me: “Can’t. Taking vacation the week that I’m supposed to return.”

Them: “We’ll need to make other arrangements then.”

Me: “Damn.”

BMW 2002 Update

Thursday, August 5th, 2004

Visited the 2002 in the shop yesterday. I’m getting a little attached to it. I need to find someone who can do quality bodywork at reasonable rates here in town. It should be in working order by the time I get back from Thailand. I’m thinking about calling “Pimp My Ride,” but I guess Xzibit may have a hard time getting it back to California.

Oh, yeah. I’m going to Thailand after so much internal discussion about whether the project will move forward or not. I’m leaving on Saturday after a few days notice. I’ll only be there for four days before I need to turn around and come back. Much fun to be had in Bangkok from what I see on Dateline NBC. That’s another discussion. Later.

bedhead: what fun life was

Monday, August 2nd, 2004

Don’t fault me for getting a little strange on this last round of terror alerts by the Fuhrer. But then again, I think I am getting stranger as age sets in. Having to say the word “thirty” the other day in reference to a soon to be age was a little startling. In reference to the terror alerts, I think they are being genuine this time — unfortunately.

The mechanic was able to get my ailing ‘69 BMW started recently. Still not quite sure what the problem is/was. He mentioned that the oil pressure light was lit. If that means that it needs a new engine, I’ll probably put in a six cylinder engine that has been modified to fit into the 2002. I should know something more certain about the condition of the car this week. Everytime I think about it, I am glad that we choose not to drive it across the country. No telling what would have happened. Hope nothing happens in regards to the alerts announced by Tom Ridge. Lastly, I also think that the rumours of his resignation are interesting given the condition of some of the past alerts.