babblin'

Doing actual work is hard. Thumbs down! Let's see, there's some kind of noise-type show at Tonevendor tonight. Check their website for details. You'll never guess who's playing? Let's see if you can try...it's a noise show....it's at Tonevendor...it must be....Eat the people! Dingdingding! You are correct. Oh yeah, they play every single one of these shows. I forgot. Please, someone else start some noise projects around here!

Oh yeah, those pictures were taken by Erik, hope he doesn't mind that I linked it. I got the link from the chick list! So blame the chicks.

Somehow that reminded me to settle a bet between D.P. and Heckamax. D.P.-you owe Al five bucks. Here's the proof. There was no McCartney solo album before "McCartney". The name kind of offers a clue to that. My five dollar bet still stands. I have a bet with Anna that Cruise will crack up and be hospitalized before October 1. Cruise better start gettin' crazier, and quick! Maybe I can enlist a scientology wizard to help me push him over the edge.

Last night I attended a very interesting party that was filled with young political and journalistic types. I got to hear a slick guy in a suit who immediately struck me as the worst guy possible (and I wasn't alone in this assessment) give a speech to his friend in which he thanked him for introducing him to burning man. He said he felt like he was home. He had such a leering, party guy, huckstery vibe that I'm 90% sure that Burning Man mostly felt like home due to the abundance of bare breasts and free flowing booze, but maybe it was a spiritual thing. Hell, I guess that spells home to me, too. As soon as I open the door most days D.P. and DB greet me with their shirts off and make me drink a beer with no hands.