Saturday, February 28, 2009


"We drove sluggishly through the night, with Brook doing the lions share of the work behind the wheel. I rode shotgun most of the way, but couldn’t stay awake the entire time—which is the one thing you’re supposed to do while riding shotgun on tour. Sorry about that Brook..."

Head over and check out the rest.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

1:11 AM.

I got tricked.

I was watching LOST—damn fine show, but I can't help but feel it took them a couple episodes too long to get the band back together, so to speak—and when that ended I started looking for something else on TV. I hit the guide button and scrolled through the channels and I saw that The Da Vinci Code was starting in 45 minutes. I'd only seen it one time, and was kind of bored by it, but I figured I'd give it another shot.

I killed time by going through a bunch of old photos and flyers to try and get back up to speed on the tour diary I started way back in 2004. I'm about halfway through the 2005 entries, but still a long, long way away from finishing. Hopefully I'll keep up the pace I'm at now. I'm trying to get through one entry a day (at least) if not more. I did go back through and add pictures and flyers to all the old entries to make them a little bit more enticing. After doing stuff for GCA for so long, I've got the blogger thing down pretty good. It was much harder to add pictures and video when I first started it a long time ago. But now that I have a scanner, constant internet access and only 1 job, I figured I had no choice but to finally get on it. So head over and check it out. I think there's probably only 6 people that read this site, and probably only 3 will head over, but you should. I tell good stories.

And now back to my original story.

After I did that for a bit, I looked at the clock and remembered that The Da Vinci Code started 15 minutes ago. I turned off the internet, grabbed the remote and settled in to watch it. I changed the channel, and the first thing that popped onscreen was three broads with no clothes on jogging around some yard, while a guy with a sweet goatee made witty comments laced with sexual innuendo.
I didn't remember that scene from the first time I watched it, so I hit the Info button. The movie that was on was The Da Vinci Coed, softcore porn that couldn't be all that old, but looked like it was straight out of the late 90's.

I'm not going to lie, I watched for a few minutes. But I got bored with that pretty quick too, so if they were trying to channel the real movie, I guess they did a pretty good job.

And now, because why not?

Harley Quinn and Gwen Stacy

Sunday, February 22, 2009


No way is this real, but holy shit I laughed (if you click on them they'll enlarge. I don't know how to do it on my own).

Saturday, February 21, 2009


I was thinking about this earlier tonight (but, I think about this question often so it's not really anything special).

Chuck Klosterman is one of my favorite writers, and he wrote a book called SEX, DRUGS AND COCOA PUFFS that's fantastic. There's a section of the book titled something like "The 23 Questions I Ask Everyone I Meet To Determine if I Can Ever Really Love Them" (I'm paraphrasing there a bit, I've loaned that book out so many times that I can't remember who has it now and can't check to be sure).

One of the questions is this: You have won a prize. The prize has two options, and you can choose either (but not both). The first option is a year in Europe with a monthly stipend of $2,000. The second option is ten minutes on the moon.

Which option do you select?

I don't think there's a 'right' or a 'wrong' answer to this question, but it does give you a little more insight to this persons personality.

I asked this to a few people earlier, and one of the better responses was, "Europe. There's no bitches on the moon."

Which one would you take?

Me? The moon. Wouldn't even think twice.


The new jams.

Friday, February 20, 2009


Add me.


I wrote an article on touring for City Weekly last year, and just ran across it today.

Check it out.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Today was not an adventure—far from one in fact. The majority of my day—as is the case every Tuesday until May—was spent in the Chronicle office editing and writing articles for Red Pulse.

I need to hire a couple more people to take the load off me a little bit. I enjoy writing, but each week I end up writing three or four pieces and by the end of the day I am creatively drained. And that's not good because it leaves very little time for writing on my own accord.

There's so much that I want/need to write that isn't connected with the magazine, but I just can't find the energy to do it.

I need to write 60 pages of a screenplay for one class.
I need to write a 5 or 6 page story for another.
I need to get cracking on the Grudge City comic.

There's more, but none of them are as important as these.

And of course, instead of doing any of this I'm writing on a blog that no one reads.

That's okay. Eventually there will be adventurous tales to tell.

And eventually one of them will involve me shaving my beard. Look at it. Jesus.

Monday, February 16, 2009


I got rid of that shitty site, and now I'm using good 'ol Blogger. I know my way around this one from the hundreds of posts on Grudge City Activities, and hopefully since I only have one job I'll be posting on here more.

No one reads it anyway, but still.

Sunday, February 15, 2009