Archive for February, 2005

Monday February 28, 2005


Horseshoes, anyone? Hmm… that looks like fun!

An interview with Syrian President Bashar Al-Assad. This is one interview you’re not likely to come across in the US media. He admits he does fear the US might attack, but also that we need to work with Syria in order to ensure peace in the Middle East. He also partially defends Hezbollah, noting that while Bush refers to them as terrorists, the EU has yet to do so. An interesting read.

Would a Basic Income Guarantee fly in the United States? Despite the attempt to show that both “wings” are involved in pushing for such a concept, this is hardly the best political climate to propose the idea. I imagine that if Bush knew people even thought about this kind of thing he’d have them locked up in Guantanamo before they had the right to remain silent. When you examine the absurd amounts of money we throw at the military, despite our poverty, homelessness, and hunger, you can see where our priorities are. Yet I’m sure that, by eliminating a couple of superfluous military projects, there would be ample funds to support a program like this. At best that’s wishful thinking.

When Ann Coulter Attacks: editors clean up the mess. How any human can stand listening to her senseless yammering is beyond me.

Mmmm mmmm that’s good milk!



Back to work. Friday night’s concert went pretty well… we had the Beachland Tavern pretty much at its normal capacity. Of course, a lot of those people in attendence were certified rock nazis, and as usual, no one danced or even wiggled. It’s an unwritten rule at the Beachland that, unless you’re a total square, you don’t dance and you don’t show appreciation for anything that you’re unsure about. The most enthusiastic crowd I’ve ever seen at either of the Beachland venues was for the White Stripes. Personally I thought they sucked shit, and the band before them blew them clean out of the water. So, go figure.

In Iraq, a suicide car bomber took with him around 125 civilians. This is the single deadliest attack thus far. I guess I don’t understand the rationale of an Iraqi suicide bomber. Whereas a Palestinean suicide bomber is clearly attempting to off some of his opposition, are the Iraqi bombers simply trying to generate disorder, or take out a few US troops? Perhaps to strike a certain demographic of Iraqis…? No matter what, this is a pretty shitty event.

Is Hong Kong more “free” than the US? Having been there, I’d have to say it definitely felt safer at night to be walking around, which is one of the main points the author makes. While we so fiercely defend our right to bear arms, only the police in Hong Kong have guns, therefore the need to protect yourself becomes insubstantial. According to this article, accidental deaths from stray gunfire happen once in a generation - compared to this country which has consistently led the world in gun deaths. Like so many other issues, the obvious answer is staring us in the face, and either greed or genuine ignorance prevents us from adopting policies that would benefit us in infinite ways.

Noam Chomsky talks about nuclear weapons, and the way the US military thinks they should control space, in addition to the earth. If you’re going to take anything with you from this article, it’s probably the fact that odds are good we’re going to end up blowing ourselves up for some stupid-ass reason. Odds are even better that America will be to blame, with our arrogant, power-hungry foreign policy.

Putin points out to Bush that our “democracy” ain’t so democratic anyway! Despite having some mixed up information about CBS and Dan Rather, the fact that Putin rose to the occasion is pretty cool. To my knowledge, he’s probably the first person to put Bush under the hot lights regarding censorship and government-controlled media. Someone needs to teach him all about Rupert Murdoch. Putin, I know you’re busy, but if you have some spare time I’ll give you some more ammunition for verbally assaulting the guy. No one in this country seems to have the balls to criticize his policies to his face!

Which brings us to female ejaculation. Okay, maybe I’m jumping around a bit. Still, we live in a very exciting time, people. A time when women can finally let their juices launch freely. No one is happier or more enthusiastic about this than the author, Dr. Susan Block. Without divulging too much, I’ve tried this on a woman and had only partial success. As she discusses later in the article, “hang-ups” can be major obstacles, and if you’re not used to feeling like you have to pee while simultaneously feeling great pleasure, well then that must be pretty odd. I would still encourage anyone with a willing female partner to give this a run. Why? Fuck if I know! Why not??

If you’ve never checked out SomethingAwful’s Weekend Web, you might want to check out this edition. Specifically, the first third of the feature - which focuses on a message board for people who enjoy acting as adult babies, complete with diapers, frilly dresses, and some of the most twisted fantasies you couldn’t imagine. One that stuck out in my mind was a guy talking about his struggle to become permanently incontinent so he can rely on a diaper at all times. In response, another man said he has trained himself to be incontinent whenever he has a diaper on - including shitting and pissing himself throughout the night! AGHHRRH! Imagine waking up with last night’s dinner smeared around your unmentionables! Why would you….. oh forget it, there’s some things you just can’t understand.

For instance… fucking cows! Who in the world would ever…. oh, yeah… this guy.



Sunday February 27, 2005

“Medical marijuana is unlike every other topic about which the government is lying, in that the American people know the reality. Most people don’t know for sure whether democracy is being established in Iraq or whether privatizing social security will benefit them or whether the Kyoto accords will slow global warming. But most people do know, first-hand or from someone they trust, that marijuana is safe and effective medicine.”

That’s Fred Gardner, reporting on the AARP’s lame self-censorship on the issue, despite solid evidence that their members (which is to say: our parents and their constantly celebrated 1960s dope-liberating buddies) overwhelmingly approve of the stuff. My plea: anyone who knows anyone over 50 who hasn’t yet figured it out, please fucking turn them on ASAP. Sadly, this organization might be the last remaining major obstacle to complete neocon free reign. End screed.



Friday February 25, 2005

So I removed some totally non-updated and/or undeserving blogs from my list, and I did away with my beer log. Let me just sum up my beer log by telling you right now that I drink a lot of beer. I drink a lot of different, exotic, interesting beers. If you want to ask me about beers, go ahead and write me! It’s too damn time consuming to put up a graphic of every beer I try. Plus, I lost track a good while ago. If I can think of a more efficient and less taxing process, I will switch to that method.

Erin’s blog is totally dead… I don’t know why she stopped writing in it, but she did. In fact, I haven’t seen her around town lately, and despite the fact there’s over a million folks in this general area, that’s still cause for alarm. We had a knack for bumping into one another.

Ben’s blog hasn’t been updated since June. I’m not sure if he still even has time to read my blog, let alone write his own. That’s too bad. He’s the one who inspired me to start one in the first place, and I liked hearing all the things he was up to. At least I can sleep comfortably knowing he’s listening to good music, wherever he is.

New York Escort Confessionals is gone because she’s an attention whore! (Duh.) She wrote me an email once, telling me how much she liked my blog and asking if I would add her to my links. I said sure, as long as she’d add me too. She never did. Not only that, but she never wrote back! Just the other day on her site, she was whining about not having as many people linked to her as some other escort/whore. I posted a response reminding her that she only obtained a link from my site because she praised my blog, and that she never did take the time to link me. I checked back to see if there was a response and she’d removed my comment! Totally weak. Her method was exposed and she had to censor it.

I’d really like to see a fuckload more comments on this here blog. Tell me what you think about a topic, what links you enjoyed, how big your shit was last night, how much you saved by using your Bonus Card, a list of your grandmother’s perscription pills… anything. I don’t care if you leave it anonymous, like my cowardly brother… just leave something!!

Aaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnndddddddd… I’m out.



Metaphysik. Damn this game is hard!!! A couple of times I punched my desk so hard I thought I broke my hand. Right now I’m on Level 34. Give it a shot.

Edit: Okay, I’ve made it to Level 44 and that’s as far as I’m going.



I didn’t even work all week and I still feel like this week has been two weeks long. I even got a full night’s sleep last night and I feel like I took a 10 minute nap. My doctor says it’s all the crack I’ve been smoking, but I think it’s the TV dinners.

Tonight there’s a Moon show; our very first at the Beachland. We’re pretty excited, but there’s 5 bands tonight, and I know how damn annoying that can be. Somehow, owning a concert venue in Cleveland doesn’t mean you need to take any logistics into consideration. Specifically, when a band shows up, where do they put their equipment? To this day, I’ve yet to play a venue where a secure, concealed, and/or roomy space was available for band equipment. Often bands end up blocking fire exits, intermixing their equipment with other bands, or even having to leave everything right by the entrance. If you owned a venue, wouldn’t you try to anticipate the needs of your patrons and the bands playing there? We’ll see how the Beachland ranks in this department.

Bush talks to Putin; makes him uncomfortable by running out of things to talk to and delving into rhetoric about democracy. If you can find any pictures of the meeting, you can clearly see Bush is completely unaware of Putin’s discomfort. It’s no wonder why a lot of world leaders don’t look forward to his visits. He comes up with nicknames that make powerful leaders sound “cute”, which if you ask me is about as arrogant and disrespectful as one could possibly be. If you read accounts of the meeting in this country, chances are they’ve left out the fact that Putin was taken aback by the apparent criticism Bush had for him in favor of explaining it away as a matured relationship between to people who can comfortably critique one another. For lack of a better term, the “spin” is pretty clear here.

Eat our beef or suffer the consequences!!! That’s what the US is telling Japan because of their US beef import ban. Don’t do it Japan! It’s a trap! Seriously though, the Japanese have damn good reason to not want our beef, and the audacity of our demand is astonishing. So, Japan, here’s what you do. Add some stipulations to the offer. Something like “We’ll eat your shitty beef if you pull all your troops out of Iraq and give the Black Hills back to the Lakota Sioux.” Get creative, and don’t be afraid to make your stipulations outlandish. These groveling politicians are desperate, Japan… I suggest you make them beg for it. Personally, I’d love to see our beef market collapse. Until the crooked-as-fuck FDA requires every cow to be tested, and farms to stop feeding ground-up carcasses to cattle, I don’t see where we get off making demands with such a decrepit industry on our hands.

I know my brother remembers this shit: Little Men and Little Miss! We used to have every one of these fuckin’ books, back in the day. Brings back happy memories, like fistfights with my bro, and oriental ramen soup for lunch.

Something in this office smells like dirty diapers… and it’s not me.

This week’s Photoshop Phriday is: Boring Movies. Not a bad idea.. there’s a few really good ones in there.

Ah ha ha ha ah ha ha ha… ha.

Jesus Christ! I care very little about Hollywood, but I happened across this picture of Tori Spelling … holy shit is she nasty!!! I know she had implants back on 90210, and they didn’t look good then … but now they’re revolting! I’m pretty sure she’s actually a robot at this point.



Thursday February 24, 2005

Russia is poised to piss off the Bush administration by signing a deal to assist Iran with a nuclear power plant. Er, I’m sorry… Bush would probably know it as “nucular” power. I’m listening to NPR right now and they just happened to be talking about the very same thing. Now the host is getting to the paternalistic, “big stick” approach that the US takes on this matter, and the guests are beating around the bush using words like “rational” and claiming that we could be forced to endorse regime change in certain instances. Why is it no one is capable of self-examination? Or the hypocrisy of it all? It’s highly obnoxious.

Did GW smoke ganja? Yes. Did he snort coke, plow whiskey, and beat up hookers? Probably two of the three, yeah. Legalize it! Ye-ah, ye-ah. Don’t criticize it.

Holy shit! Invisible galaxies?! That’s it, I’m freezing myself and coming back when things get awesome. (Meaning space travel.)

A couple vacationing in Khao Lak, Thailand, took pictures just before the tsunami hit; died after it hit. Poor folks. I was hoping the wave would have been more impressive though.. but you can see the utter fury it brought along with it.

I don’t have time to read this, but if better understanding the Big Bang theory and the expansion of our universe interests you - read away. I’m gonna check this out later.

This is hysterical and frightening at the same time. A man met with members of a white supremicist group at Applebee’s and tried to blend in. This is one perspective you’re unlikely to be privy to without actually being a skinhead.

This would really suck… but it’s funny anyway.



Wednesday February 23, 2005

This week I’m rather busy at work, so you’ll have to excuse the lack of blogging. I’m still getting settled into my new office, and now that I’m having to look things up in filing cabinets that aren’t mine, I’m finding it rather difficult. I just got done throwing a bunch of crap away, finding shit from the mid-nineties and earlier. The person I’m replacing accumulated a lot of things with very little order, and I’m just trying to start with order so I don’t end up in the same boat. I started out looking for a sign-in sheet from a CPR training session in January, and although I have a new drawer to store things in, I still don’t have the sign-in sheet. The worst part of it all is that the person I replaced wrote in cursive all the time. I fucking hate cursive, and I hate trying to read someone else’s version of it. So as I’m pouring over endless file folders, most of it isn’t even registering… it’s just blurry letters and acronyms I’ve never seen.

Hoping that Bush would extend his war on terror to encircle homosexuals, the Pope called gay marriage part of an “ideology of evil”. So not only do we have to put up with a geriatric supreme court, but the yammerings of a decrepit skeleton of a man as well. I guess we don’t really have to put up with these folks, but just being subjected to their statements and knowing that some people are nodding their heads obediently is disgusting enough. Someone should sit all of these elderly morons down together and explain to them that 50 years have passed since any of their judicial, legislative, or non-secular ideas were in any way practical. I’ll be happy to apply the duct tape to their lips.

More Ward Churchill clarifications. Still interesting, if you ask me.

Our Mexican border is still wide open, despite technological advances. I’d like to ask politicians exactly why this frightens them so much. It’s not because illegal immigrants are seriously damaging our economy - because even if they were, politicians are so crooked they’d find a way to horde enough for themselves and their trophy wives anyway. They’re afraid because, just as Ward Churchill pointed out, with the exception of 9/11, we’ve never been “held accountable” for all the horrific actions we’ve taken as a nation. There’s numerous good reasons to despise us, and now the open border means more than just a few unaccounted-for farmers. It’s a back door invitation to anyone who wants to enter America secretively. I say tough luck. I know, I live here too… but I can’t think of anything, including 9/11, that has caused our greedy, militant politicians to reconsider their actions… even after the fact. If we’re unable to keep terrorists out, then (although g-men may never realize this) the only option is to start down a more tolerant road… to quit acting like we’re the most important people on this earth simply because of geography.

Here’s a good idea - put up barriers around accidents after they happen to reduce rubbernecking. Shit, in Cleveland, the other side of the road rubbernecks after an accident. It certainly is the leading cause of completely unnecessary traffic delays. You know exactly what I’m talking about… the kind of traffic jam where you reach the end, there’s a smashed in car, a couple of cops, and - looking ahead - everyone has already reached 70mph, even though you were just going 7mph. If you couldn’t see what was on the side of the road, would there still be such a tremendous slowdown? I don’t know, but this is one way to find out.



Tuesday February 22, 2005

Since someone couldn’t resist being a smartass, I’m going to only post non-news items today. Some of us have JOBS, in the REAL WORLD… we’re not out smoking DOOBIES in a VAN, down by the RIVER. I keed I keed.

But seriously, no news today.

Damn near everyone in Brussels pisses on Bush’s face daily! Note to self: move Brussels to the top of your “countries to move to” list. Also, make sure to pass this information on to Ev.

Marge’s sister Patty is… *drumroll*…. gay. As though we didn’t know all along that BOTH her sisters were gay, the Simpsons finally divulged this information in an episode centered around gay marriage. Homer apparently marries a number of gay couples in this episode, provoking some shithead to say the following: “At a time when the public mood is overwhelmingly against gay marriage, any show that promotes gay marriage is deliberately bucking the public mood.” Hey, fuck you buddy! I got yer fuckin’ “public mood” DANGLIN’! *points at crotch*

Anyone who wants to be terrified, please click this link. I warned you. If you really want a scare, read the last sentence in the fourth paragraph.

Some guy decided to pose as McDonald’s first restroom attendant, and here is the story. This is really hilarious - and even includes pictures!

Save Toby! This guy’s holding a rabbit hostage. If he doesn’t get $50,000 by June 30th, he’s going to eat it. He apparently has gotten $14,000 already!

And finally, if you’re just sitting around playing EverQuest in your underwear today, why not take advantage of the new offer from Pizza Hut? Just type /pizza in the game and you’ll be taken to Pizza Hut’s website where you can order up a pie. I don’t like imagining the kind of people who are excited about this, nor do I like imagining what kind of people will be around in 10 years if something like this was just invented. (Really, really, really fat people… for those of you who were born without an imagination.)



Not that anyone cares, but the upcoming season formerly known as ‘summer’ just got even more frustrating: This asshole’s picture on billboards across the country (again), fresh off the set of another shitty remake of what had once been regarded as a good story. Thank you, Spielberg. May your downward spiral of dumbness accelerate n-fold. You seeping, syphillitic pustule, you.

Full disclosure: I’m still a wee jigger bent over the somewhat shocking news of Dr. Thompson’s death Sunday night. Thankfully the matter has been handled somewhat tastefully by the press (online, at least); my greatest fear was a rash of halfassed pseudo-gonzo brats going hog-nuts with their smarmy, cotton-socked tirades in limp ‘tribute’ to the man. Which is going on, yes. And which reminds me, yes, of the coked-out fratboy i ran into on Hallow’s Eve a few years back in a corner store off Market Street. High on the heels of watching the Johnny Depp remake of HST’s glory days, he’d decided to spend the evening traipsing about the Castro in full ‘Raoul Duke’ garb, plastic cigarette holder dangling foppish over prim Palo Alto wax chin. In light of the good Doctor’s demise, let us reflect not merely on his life, savagery, insight and tenacity: but on the vacuous, hip poseurism and lame imitation that passes for tribute these days.

In fitting honor, Alex Cockburn has unearthed Thompson’s farewell to a fellow mongrel. HST at his best. Let’s leave the ESPN nonsense aside. Freak flags half-mast today, boys.