I ADDED STUFF READ THIS AGAIN.

The additions weren’t quite a new blog.

Author J.C. Herz:

“The Net is one of the only fantastic things we have that our parents didn’t
have and, more importantly, that our yuppie uncles and aunts, who had
EVERYTHING, didn’t have.  It feels like our turf, whether or not our name is on the deed.  We settled it.  We live on it.  And now we are being invaded by
direct e-mail carpetbaggers, publicists, and online mall developers ready to
“streamline” it for the consumer.  It stinks”

Slipknot show write up incomming . . . in the meantime, be aware I have WAY too much time on my hands.

edit: Fixed typo in link above. It’s funny.

Another edit: I found the pic above searching for ‘evil’ in a picture search. Somebody’s funny!

Also: Going to BYU would suck.

Meh. Today, I see Slipknot, Death By Stereo, and Fear Factory at the Fillmore in denver. It is my intention that this activity not suck. Thanks to good ole expedia, we got some bitchin’ rooms that we shouldn’t be able to afford, the tickets were cheap, I got the days off, and I’m sober enough to dress myself and make my way over to my buddy’s house . . . . it’s almost too quiet.

In other news, I found out today that if you turn my BBQ all the way up, thinking to let it burn off like an oven, it gets hot enough to start to melt itself, and if I hadn’t been uncharacteristically reading on the front porch, it would have managed said activity unchecked, until the hose on the tank melted and open flame met lots of propane (and propane accesories) . . . which, I admit, would have caused a large, cool explosion, but there would have been a downside: It would have knocked down all the neighborhood zombies.

Also, my favorite cup, a green 48oz tumbler I stole from a local restaurant, has gone AWOL. I’ve looked all over my house, but the thing is nowhere to be found. What kind of person would spirit off a single, plain, green cup? All I can imagine is that somone simply broke it while I was in the bathroom, and then threw the pieces away.

WHOEVER DID THIS: I DON’T WANT TO GET YOU IN TROUBLE. I JUST WANT YOU TO COME FORWARD SO I CAN STOP LOOKING FOR MY BELOVED CUP AND GET SOME CLOSURE.

Also, the people that make the Splinter Cell games are either total tools, or far, far better then me at “stealh-espionage action,” because those babies are tough.  

Know what drives me nuts? When someone who I can’t stand is good at something. A kid slipped me a free CD of some techno he mixed up at a show I worked the other day, and it’s actually pretty good.

No big, right? Only problem is, the little bastard tried to stiff me and the other bouncers and me had to shake him down. Silly raver, tricks are for kids.

So is it OK to like someone’s CD if you think they’re kind of a jerkoff?