Oh, Lordy, has it already been a week? A quick check of my calendar reveals…hey, where the hell’s my calendar? Well, almost a week, anyway. I owe this blog a handful of oddball posts. In fct, I owe a lot to a lot of people. LAist was gonna get two additional posts this week, but […]
ooo, Didja feel the earthquake? I was reaching for a shirt when I noticed they were all swaying back and forth. Very cool.
First of all, I had no idea other people lived around me. I thought those other fifteen doors were storage units. Second, this is a bit of an exaggeration. I only play music, like SIX nights a week, and only until about four thirty or so. Not ALL night. Don’t they even have clocks? Third, […]
Ah yes, it’s Wednesday, which is the day the groundskeepers come to apply a fresh layer of dust to my car.
I’m in the middle of another one of those hell weeks. This is that kind of week where I work Saturday and Sunday at Amoeba, then Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday from ten in the morning till 11:30 at night. I have Thursday off because I’ve got to go see the doctor about the high hemoglobin levels […]
April 19, 2005 – 11:41 pm
The last time I went to the doctor I got a lollipop for my trouble. That’s how long it’s been. There have been some big advances in medicine since those days. Doctors don’t use leeches anymore. Plus, they keep talk of “balancing humors” to a minimum. Yeah, it’s been a while. So today, even though […]
April 17, 2005 – 12:39 am
Yes, I suppose it’s obvious. Here’s the new design. Or part of it, anyway. This appeals to my interest in simplicity and elegance. Uncluttered. Clean. No coffee stains. To the right we have the Marquee, which is a standard blogroll. The old design limited the length of my links list. Thanks to this new design, […]
April 17, 2005 – 12:09 am
I’ve been gone a couple days. Sorry about that. I’m back now. But only sorta. I’ve spent the last couple days messing around with a new design for the site. I’ll upload the thing later tonight or tomorrow. It’s the beginning of a site-wide restructuring. I’m sick of the old design, which was really supposed […]
April 12, 2005 – 12:05 am
At least that’s what it sounds like. I’m hoping it goes away. It’s the end of a long night at Amoeba. The music’s off. Customers have cleared out. I’m heading down the long back hallway in search of a sink to scrub the dirt accumulated from the music DVD section off my fingers. The sounds […]
Man, I’m on fast forward right now. I drag myself out of bed this morning at seven, plop myself in front of the computer and throw some climbing gear on eBay. While I list the various cams, nuts and stoppers I have for sale I’m ripping cd after cd of my collection onto my hard […]
A little action on the auction. Yesterday a small flurry of bids pushed the Pillsbury Pornboy up to just over twenty bucks, which matches my expectations, if not my hopes. And the Pornboy himself? He’s chillin’ Meanwhile, Manager Guy and The Empress over at my favorite Query Letters site have tipped us off to an […]
I’m beginning to think I’ve overestimated the public’s need to see a baking icon festooned with porn starlet signatures. A common mistake, to be sure. I’m sure we all know many people who’ve made the same mistake. Bidding stands at $1.25. I’d been planning to use auction proceeds to buy a house on Beachwood Canyon. […]
March 29, 2005 – 11:58 am
I’m at Wells Fargo, trying to get a cashier’s check to pay for the new Silver Beetle. The bank teller is nice, but she spends a full ten minutes staring at her computer screen, tapping the keys, contemplating, thinking, mulling. Then she says she has to call another bank to confirm that the deposit made […]
March 25, 2005 – 11:31 pm
You know there aren’t many web pages in which the Pillsbury Doughboy and The Vivid Girls appear together? There’s probably a good reason for that, but it’s a peculiar fact I’m soon hoping to remedy. In fact, I just have, simply by typing these words. Isn’t the Internet weird? So, yeah, I’ve been gone. Last […]
March 20, 2005 – 11:48 pm
The other day I promise Danny to print up a copy of The Last Hit for him so he can pass it on to someone else who can pass it on to a magician somewhere who can wave his bejeweled staff and cause it to open on five thousand screens nationwide. When I get home […]
