Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Countdown to Coachella!

I can't wait to see Depeche Mode, Tool, Daft Punk, Sigur Ros, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Sleater-Kinney, Scissor Sisters, Massive Attack, Phoenix and of course, Madonna.

As I gear up for this year's festival, I thought I could share some photos from last year.

Thank you for the big ass screens. New Order was like a mile away!

Gram Rabbit was a happy surprise...They are too groovy!

JR sprung a leak! Every event has its mishapes. He didn't seem too upset...

Giant paper mache babies and robotic arms do not mix:

This was taken in "Tent City"- yeah, baby: we are campers! And it is proof that pirates were amongst us:

More information on the most bitchin' festival in the world can be found at Coachella.com

Saturday, April 22, 2006


I don't know why I thought that repainting my bathroom would be fun. I was all excited as I purchased the necessary supplies at my local Lowe's. The color I picked was "Ultra White", which I thought sounded really cool and would be a much needed improvement on the dingy "Ugly White" that was already there. I drove home frantic. I could hardly contain myself as I scrounged around for a screwdriver to pop open the can. I popped, I poured, and I dipped my roller. Then I started to paint. After about thirty seconds on the ceiling, it hit me: This fucking sucks! Somehow in my excitement, I had forgotten one crucial detail. I absolutely detest manual labor, but now I was committed and had to press on.

I'm not sure how long I was in there, breathing the fumes, sweating profusely and cursing under my breath. But the finished result was nice. It's fairly shocking to see an entire room painted "Ultra White" and I understand why people shy away from it, opting for a more subdued "Apache White" or "Eggshell." I like it and it comes in handy in the morning, when I am still groggy. It says: Wake the fuck up! This is the FUTURE!

Also, if anybody asks, I can say Stanley Kubrick designed it.

The pictures don't do justice to the utter lack of subtlety.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Dear Mr. President

This live version of "Dear Mr. President" by Pink really moves me. Is this the same girl who wanted to get the party started? When did she start channeling the Dixie Chicks? I, for one, am gonna go right out and pay full price for her new album, just to piss off those who piss on our right to free speech. Let's not forget what happened to those Chicks from Dixie when they critisized the Prez.

If you like Pink's protest song, you should check out "When the President Talks to God" by Bright Eyes. You can find a link to the free iTunes download HERE

Personally, I am pretty fed up with "I'm the decider." I hear Neil Young has some harsh words for W, as well, but at this point...who is listening? I'm watching Weeds and thinking about the desperation of housewives. I've got sticky fingers, a bad attitude and a lot of time to kill. Maybe I should take a shower.

Friday, April 07, 2006


We drive away and forget things. We break bones for knives and cower from falling stars. We steal breath from birth and hope for the best. We do all these things and for what?

A moment of peace. A moment's notice. A memory of scars and material issues. I can't help but bleed for what never was. What might have been. Gone, gone, gone. Gesundheit.

Fear is not the enemy, a reaper; brave and sure. Fight past the deathly smell and wait for freedom's cure. What right to live like this have I? What heroin gone sour! I cursed him.

And to this end, it's all possessed: not funny anymore. I've lost the best and shaved the rest, of this much I am sure.

When Hitler comes, I'll be on the can with Jesus, waiting in the van. Siobhan knows better but won't admit; it takes a lot to give a shit. And I should know. I should know better.