Really Real Rage; Damn The Man

Today, I wasted two hours at the Boulder County Clerk and Recorder's office to not register or title a truck. The problem comes down to what the revision number is on the 'Statement of Fact' form. The content is exactly the same, but my revision number wasn't acceptable to the bureaucrats.

I came uncomfortably close to a homicidal freakout with the shotgun of doom. I got home and was reduced to freaked-out pacing and yelling at the cat. I decided that I ought to play some bass for therapy (as I often do), instead of shooting those giggling bureaucrats with rat-shot in the face. They're on the list now, however.

The 'Frito Bandito' (Mahoney's new nickname) inspired me to fill said truck and park it in their lot with rotting garbage. This is what I will do early next week. I need to pick up some restaurant waste so that it's totally awesome. I'm sure that I'll get a ticket, but maybe we'll make the news. Free advertising, friends...

I tried to watch TV, but I had to turn it off because I was this close (holding fingers close together) to getting medieval on its ass.

Because I was completely pissed off, I totally broke the orange one. I was learning a fucking INXS song, of all things:



I broke the pick guard off at the output jack. It was hanging by a screw, and that made me angry enough to start drinking.

I needed an excuse to replace that hinkey 'parchment' one. I opted for a brown tortoise one, a la the hot rod (wicked, but with a side-mount jack) precisions from a few years ago. I'm thinking that I ought to go all out, though, since it'll be in pieces, and just do all the mods that I want to do now, since I can do it outside of the bass, and then basically drop the new setup in.

I'll be internet shopping tonight.

I'm An Idiot.

I spent half an hour in the liquor store parking lot looking for the batmobile. Lucky for me, it wasn't that crowded, and I could just meander up and down the aisles until I found her. I had scored a close spot, and not in an aisle (near the building), so I just looked like an idiot.

They totally had Turn Left Energy Drink on sale for $.69! I had heard about this about a year ago--it was supposed to be marketed at NASCAR 'necks. It claims to be "liquid horsepower." The can queries, "How Fast Do You Want To Go?"

In its raw form, it's pretty ghastly, like most beverages in this category.

My dudes, they should've marketed this at alcoholic drivers. A fifty-percent vodka and fifty-percent Turn Left Energy Drink beverage (essentially a Dr. Vodka with Turn Left Energy Drink) is some certainly potent shit.

I'm going to have another pint of this and see if it actually enhances my driving ability. I'll bet I can outrun Statey on the wrong side of I-25. If only the batmobile were running better, right?

Unbelievable.

I totally smoked my ankle falling out of a truck today. I was actually reduced to tears. I called to get a rent a drunk (labor ready), but instead I got one of our employees.

Doesn't look so good compared to my right ankle:

Walking is not happening, even on 1600 mg of Advil and 650 mg of Oxycodon (only because it hurts). It's a good thing that I keep those crutches around. I'm convinced that it's The Kaptain's Kurse or something.

Something that I won't be doing (unless I get my hands on some weed and booze; Zappa rocks):
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Now playing: Frank Zappa - Dancin' Fool

Today's Work Assignment

I was instructed to "show up when I feel like it." This is a miraculous deal, for sure. Since we went to the bob show last night, this was great. I materialized at the folks' house before mom got out of jail. It seems that she required assistance drinking all of the wine in their house:

E-dogg and Mahoney thought that we were both too drunk to go out for lunch. We sent mick to the sandwich place with a script. He said that dude was baffled by my request for a "salad sandwich with everything" (certainly I've gone veg, man).

I picked up my bass goodies. Tomorrow is e-doog meets the lrc. i hope that she wears her new "harry potter" disguise.

Honestly, I'm Conflicted About This Repost

I totally support the effort to locate Neil's bass, even if he replaced my dumb ass with the RC. Shit, we do have matching tattoos. It's a supercool instrument, too. Here is the repost from PMFS (emphasis added):

Last night at the Mastodon, Against Me, Cursive show Neil's bass was ripped off outside of the club.......

THIS IS WHERE WE NEED YOUR HELP!!!!!! this bass was the world to neil and was his baby so we need to pull together and find it for him!!!! so please help!!

the bass was stolen outside of the Warfield @ 982 Market Street in San Francisco between 4:15pm and 4:45pm on Wednesday, May 2nd 2007
there was security "watching" our gear but somebody pulled a fast one.
the bass was seen right up until 4:15 by the guys in Cursive and has not been since.

it was a 1979 Washburn "Hawk" bass
long scale
the knobs were all different colors: one black, two gold, and one metal
it was wood grain with a pearl trim
and there was a crack between the knobs that also made it his bass.

the bass was in a hard, black sbk case with several red and white spray paint stencils all over it.
things like:
"Git Some", "Fragile", "Planes" w/ thunder in the night forever and a planes skull, "Please Be Gentle", and there was several other random one of a kind art prints on the case as well.

the best photo of the bass we have is below>>>

side note> the knob you see on the right has been replaced with a black knob and the gold one has been moved down to where the knob is missing in the photo.

if you have any information please email no_rest@hotmail.com or call 773-793-5244
if you need a police officer right away please contact the San Francisco Police Department in regards to case number 070449444
officer d. sands badge #170 was there and filed the report.

PLEASE REPOST>>> WE REALLY NEED YOUR HELP!!! AND THERE WILL BE A REWARD IF IT IS FOUND!!!!!!!!

19th Nervous Breakdown; Dreams; Cable Entropy; etc (too long, too drunk)

It looks like I'm not going to be fired, even after my lively "conversation" yesterday. I was pissed.

This morning, I dreamt that I was getting high with Jay Leno. It's amazing how I still have stoner dreams like that. Apparently, we had purchased $80,000 worth of blow that we had to consume in one night. Action-packeed! Maybe I'm hanging out with the OC too much.

We had a very good (productive) practice last night. I'm pleased with how things are going, even if I've secretly (not any more) decided that Denber probably isn't going to get it (put on your surprised face). Andrew Warner will, but I'm not sure about the Denber Heepsters. Fuck 'em. It boils down to me getting to play with some great musicians who aren't flakey. Anything more is really extraneous. The new ones are a lot of fun--the old ones are still decent.

I've decided to revert to the classic 80s ampeg setup while the mesa goes to the shop for work. The big black bass-tard is really close to ideal, but it needs a little extra something for this band. Is within an RCH at this point, and I might wind up going back to the 6x6L6 setup if 6550s or KT88s and an adjustable bias don't help. On second thought, maybe I need to get the tuner out of the signal path. Hmmmmm. I saw a true-bypass tuner that I likeed recently. We'll have to see how I like the ampeg setup (which served me well for years) now. The cable entropy of the preamp/power amp setup makes me nervous. I will require a second loud rig (and another fender--might build up an OC-specific bass instead) for band number two (still at the top of their list), so it's good to work the amplifier gremlins out with the OC.

The ampeg doesn't sound bad, per se, but it's really really really clean.

Monkey-Puss (the feline formerly known as Jesus Christ) learnt to swim in the bathtub this afternoon. I was actually trying to drown her, but she was bobbing around and making chirpy noises instead. She's not even pissed at me. I wish that she would stay out of the bathtub when it was in use.

I've been on the verge of losing it for a week or so. I've totally fallen off the wagon, too. Three months of moderation is some sort of record for me since age ten.

I totally need a summer haircut, again.