Uncategorized

vaccine wanted

Everyone’s getting sick. Ryan’s sick. Sara’s sick. Dave’s sick. Maryann’s sick. Everyone. I don’t get sick, myself. Not in a physical way. I express it cybernetically. My computer gets sick. I’m telling you this because you need to know why I’ve been silent for three days. I run a pretty tight ship here in the […]

nick nolte’s diary

Click this link before the site goes away. Two screenwriters had many people fooled into believing that actor Nick Nolte keeps an online diary. Nick has since flung a cease and desist order their way. I thought it was a little weird, but it seems weirder that someone would go to such effort as a […]

autumnal image

I love this photo. I took it in Santa Barbara. There’s an annual pumpkin patch that opens on Hollister Avenue. It’s kind of special. It’s just like every other pumpkin patch I’ve ever seen, but we had good times there. On this particular day I went with some friends and took my camera. This little […]

minutiae (more)

–Rain falls. Nick Bracegirdle supplies an appropriate noise to accompany. Though the album is a good four years old, this is me, catching up. –The Elvis Costello in-store is well attended. We avoid the numbers achieved by Rilo Kiley. I hear Nick Harcourt say yesterday morning on MBE that Costello is in their studios that […]

costello

Just a quick note to confirm that yes, Elvis Costello is performing in-store this evening at Amoeba. It’s a secret, so don’t tell anyone. We’re trying to avoid another store-paralyzing Rilo Kiley situation. uh…so why am I posting this here? Because only about eight people ever really check into this blog and many of them […]

weather storm

The skies have opened up again over Los Angeles. Appropriately, Craig Armstrong sighs from the speakers. Craig Armstrong – Weather Storm: stream | mp3

moments

…from Amoeba. I. Dave and I are at the info counter. “How’s it goin’?” he asks. “I’m a bit wobbly, to be honest.” “Like a Weeble? You know they don’t fall down.” “I remember really liking Weebles.” “You ever notice how when they stopped making Weebles, terrorism spread? Maybe they should do Weeble drops on […]

i heart toxic waste

Oh, Hell. As soon as I say that I haven’t had time to post even the dopey entries, boing boing points out this incredibly cool site. Everyone who knows me now knows what to get me for Christmas. Shirts from Real Genius. I want them all.

busy signal

The floodgates have opened up on Strange Angels. That simply means I’ve been completely immersed in the writing over the past couple days. When that happens, It gets difficult to post regular updates, even dopey ones. It’s not that I’m writing for hours on end without a break, that I finish a session with cracked […]

r.i.p. chris reeve

Just got word that Christopher Reeve is dead. This depresses me terribly, which means it’s gonna be another late night, fingers at the keyboard, winamp tuned in to the score for Barton Fink (a warm and melancholy piece of music I happen to be revisiting.) He was a good guy. I pray that his death […]

innuendo

“It’s time for us all to go now, but don’t forget to get your twangers out and play with your balls.” My, my. … My, my, my, my, my… I’m at a loss for words. (via boing boing) Now, just so you don’t have palpitations, according to one source, this was not meant for broadcast, […]

r.i.p. rodney

“My wife’s a water sign, I’m an earth sign; together we make mud.” “I mean, she’s attached to a machine that keeps her alive � the refrigerator.” “The other night, she met me at the front door wearing a see-through negligee. The only trouble is she was coming home.” “I’m so ugly, when I was […]

buzz-not

My blog gathers image thumbnails for the sidebar from Buzznet every time it loads. However, the site seems to be having some sort of trauma tonight. I was able to connect at one point, just long enough to see that someone discovered I’m a Marillion fan (we’re an excitable bunch) and then it all went […]

fruit sex

Long night at Amoeba tonight. Hurricane Angeles swept through the mezzanine, but it’s all good. Orlando Bloom dropped in, for those of you interested in that sort of thing. But now I’m home and I’m eyeing the possibility of getting some work done on Strange Angels, but I’m also eyeing the empty bed… I’ll leave […]

Mount St. Helens

It’s erupting again, folks, this time with considerably less drang.