Hulk energy?

It totally has the horny goat weed, which is my new favorite herb.

Bluetooth?!? (The Luddite Wins Again)

The bluetooth is a pretty cool deal for the cellular phone. Now I won't be fuckeed if I run batfon mk iii over with a truck. I don't quite get that I have a music player (no knobs), but that's alright. I'm just stokeed (tm) to be able to use a real keyboard to edit contacts.

Setup was relatively painless, actually. I remember back in the day when I had a wicked 8 MHz machine with an amber monitor and hardware setup was a wretched undertaking. Plug and pray is so much more groovier. I wish that Linux would get with the program. At least I'm financing malaria drugz (apparently fun stuff), right?

Note:
If I used to have your number, I probably don't anymore. That's cool, right? No more drunk dialing. If you still love me, you'll let me know your number. Current numbers are my mom, my girl, and my bands'. Hook me up.

Test

Fixing the mobile

Not All Maracists Are As Evil As Don Henley

Here.
This is old, but I saw a re-enactment of this incident with puppets on TV recently. Flashes are an annoyance to me, but I've never felt compelled to assault a listener. Actually, I've gotten some cool photos because of flash photography.

Gettin' Down Wit' The Maladies

I really have no reason for the sort of bummed out that I've been getting for the second half of this week. Everything is cool, really. It's been a long time since I had the planetary alignment (or whatev) working in my favor. However, the maladies are getting me down quite a bit. It should be really interesting to find out WTF is up next month.

Funny how I always get ill when things are going great, or when I'm actually attempting to take care of myself. No more self-destructive, vitamins, a reasonable dinner, and a new exercise program apparently only means getting sick and other more upsetting afflictions. It's so not encouraging, really.

Frou-Frou Foxes

I totally cannot figure out how to mobile post with the new phone. Cutech (tm) sucks. This Nokia is mighty, but the abundance of features puzzles me. The Luddite rides again, or something.

Anyhow, I saw a pair of foxes playing near the tracks in midtown Boulder this afternoon. I managed to snap a bad photo after getting one to look over its shoulder at me. It was a supercool (tm) moment.

Love when the chorus-ey guitars come in on this track. Liz Fraser is a great (albeit bizarre) vocalist.

The Overcasters are now loud as hell, but still seem to retain clarity. There are too many changes to really get into here, but it actually improved things dramatically. I was giggling during rockpractice (tm). K asks if I'm okay. Might have to increase the size of the array if the guitars go much louder, though (master is up to 8). John claims that I'm vibrating his nose, which is a wonderful thing. Sounds pretty mighty, and with performance looming, this is great.

I hadn't played this loudly since Heller wrecked the output transformer on the Vox. That was out of control bass; well past the edge of controllable. Now I'm completely in control of the rig, which is awesome (although the ceiling vibrating at the cocaine blues was pretty tough, as was the PA destruction at the lame lion's lair). The Mesa makes me happy, but I think that I might want to pick up its big brother (500 watts peak of the tube o' rama, 2x power, or something). Another alternative would be to clone and chain the rig. On third thought, there are a lot of things that I can do. Need to see how my ampeg is working out for Tito. I so want a sunn 2x18" cab.

A clerk commented about my wife today when I was doing obvious Valentine shopping (last minute, for sure). This didn't bother me as much as it used to. I smiled.

Co-opted

Or, It Should Be No Surprise That The Eagles Are Evil.

Someone please explain to me how a Walmart exclusive can possibly be "indie." Maybe it is in the mind of some clever journalist?

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mission accomplished

the small cat apparently is not a fan of home alone.

outside of an unfortunate cellphone disaster (no phonebook no more), the treep was okay. the truck is cool. one of the high points of the trip was jose regaling me with tales of corpus christi back in the day:

"we used to go to the part of town that we called the nigger town."
"i was maybe 13 or 14 years old."
"no one said shit and there they give me beer and there was music and girls."
"a lot of girls."
"they used to call me the nigger fucker."
"i never fucked a black girl."

certainly it's not the same if you're not in a "family restaurant" with a hard of hearing mexican diesel mechanic. it was hilarious, really.

Mobile Test

Is this even working?

overwelming, really

i had to take a minute because this made me all wobbly this morning.

Illinois, bitches!?!

Jose and I get to take a treep to pick up another truck in Illinois (Rangoon, as mahoney calls it--actually it's rantoul, IL--ought to be Indiana, really). Am I the only one that thinks that a Midwestern road trip in a strange vehicle in February is a bad idea? I suppose that it'll be no worse than the new jersey odyssey through the July 4th weekend. Weekends are best, because the weigh stations are mostly closed, so they won't be checking the (non-existent) logbook. Legally, 11 hours a day is the maximum for OTR drivers, but I prefer to do 15 or 16.

The truck is supposedly pretty sweet--a 2003 Sterling with a 16 yard NUWAY, a Benz motor (hinkey germans), an Allison tranny. It'll have AC and a radio. Whoot! This treep will be better than that last one. Any Jose teep should be memorable, with some Jose antiques, for sure. SALSA.

This means that Nitwit gets a vacation, and that Monkeypuss will be home alone. I'm a bit troubled by the travel since it means time away from my lady-friend (more about her another time).

And I Thought That My Blog Was Jacked Up (wtf is with my server?!?)

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I like these people a lot, but I was trying to locate JH's stunt double's (see photo) bit about the queen of rimshots, which sounds completely obscene to me (but mildly erotic--some cyberpulp (tm) show review or something, apparently). It appears that their php navigation is fuckeed. There's a reason that I had to feex (tm) a lot of stuff for the redcloudrock.com (final notice of expiration received today--a pretty site at one point). I hope that they get their hosed site up to snuff soon.

They need to publish their shit more regularly. I'd like to see something monthly at the bear minimum. Can't be a hipster if your rag is obviously out of date, right?

Anyhow, the queen of rimshots is a mighty drummer, and now in my top three--with warner and mikey. Chick's got skills and shit (and will probably kick my ass for that comment). It's pretty intimidating to play with a drummer that's as gifted as she is. I'm glad to do it, though--you only improve by playing with people that play circles around you. Last night with the microphone on the kickdrum, the paint was coming off the walls.

Yay for loud! I want to know why John doesn't invest in a noise suppressor of some sort. Dude's got a problem. I love his sound, but that insidious hum sucks. Myself, I think that I need to seek a less distorted sound. It seems to be working, but I think that the preamp on channel dos is a little too much. Wednesday will be a switch to channel one for a cleaner sound. I'm not Shannon Stein.

(beer, bmx, and menacing looks, and the stunt double--this is the one that got published)

Nightmare

Another recurring one is the self-nullification one that I experienced this morning. I realize that I have made a mistake and shoot myself in the face.

We Believe that there is Beauty in the world; We promise to keep looking.

Like the SCFS manifesto goes, right? Beauty seeking in the 'burbs is a challenge most of the time, especially since they built those houses. The interstate isn't even visible anymore. One hell of a sunset, though, really.

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No News Is Good News

I have a new hole in my hand from work yesterday. Damn stigmata...