Two new TV shows that might be worth giving up a little time: "30 days" and "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia."

Oh my God! Did you hear? Lance Bass is Gay!! AHHHHH!!

To whom is the news to? And who gives a fuck?

All that you despise, all that you loathe, all that you reject, all that you condemn and seek to convert by punishment springs from you.

The search is on (really) for whoever hacked into Lindsay Lohan's BlackBerry to send out harassing messages to the people on her buddy list!! Was it Paris? Tara Reid, maybe?? OOHHH I'm biting my nails!

God help us. please. or just wipe us out altogether.

Ok. i took a few days to think over the Peeping Tom show i attended the other night at the Pacific Amphitheater in Costa Mesa. Now, I seriously doubt there is a Mike Patton fan out there more die-hard than i am. Not crazy-stupid obsessed, but die-hard in the sense that i have followed his career/music since the early Bungle days, enjoying it, living it my own way. From "Elegy" to "Pranzo Oltranzista" to "Mit Gas" and all the others. I got it all. Anyway, i went to see Peeping Tom open up for Gnarls Barkley. I have to say, i almost felt sorry for PT because the crowd was so fucking LAME (for lack of better term) i wanted to fucking riot! i mean, i sat next to some 54-year-old dude in a Hawaiian shirt and his fat-ass wife and their twelve-year-old son who talked and complained about this and that through the whole PT show, waiting to hear Gnarl's hit song "crazy" or whatever it is called. In fact 90 percent of the crowd was there just to hear that one song. I was outside the arena taking a piss when, as i came out of the bathroom, "Crazy" came on and suddenly hundreds of people who were also out there smoking, chatting, hanging out, all rushed back inside the arena to hear that song. AND, even better, when the song was over, half the stadium emptied out. These are not even Gnarls Barkley fans, let alone Patton fans. Seriously, if the crowd wasn't made up of families, it was teenage girls or frat guys with whale-bone margaritas who had never been to a rock show before. It sucked. As for the PT music. I have to say, that perhaps the crowd was so aloof during the set because PT was BORING man! I have the album, and thought it was a cool concept and fun to listen to, expecting the live show to send me over the hump of apprehension i had. But it only made it worse. Every fucking beat was the same it seemed. You can only bob your head up and down to the same fucking beat for so long. I was really disappointed. But that's just me. I could watch PT and get off on certain things, it had certain "moments". But damn if an average listener could. No way. It was very difficult to feel the band, to let loose on the songs. And thats my comment. Viva la Mike Patton!

the worst thing is to live forever.

Going to the Peeping Tom show tonight. If i feel like it, a full review will be posted tomorrow.

what's today? july 18th, 2006. ok, good, because Oprah says she's not gay; and Justin Timberlake says he's done way too many drugs. these were the first two news stories to hit my face this morning. oh and then i found out that we are in a heat wave. wow. and my house (i live in fucking L.A.) doesn't even have air-conditioning. thanks for the news flash. and they wonder why i drink so much and do so many drugs.

How about our great leader President Bush talking all kinds of shit to British Prime Minister Tony Blair and others during a lunch at the Group of Eight summit in St. Petersburg about an upsurge of violence in the Middle East, not realizing a microphone was transmitting what he said. It doesn't bother me that he let out a few cuss words... Christ the guy's under a little bit of stress, he's human, and there's no harm in cussing under those particular circumstances. What does bother me is that he is still a bona fide idiot. I mean think about it: our goddamn president, AND HIS PEOPLE, should be sharp enough to know when the fucking mic is on or off. Jesus. You see what you fucking republicans have done to this country!

are you really doing what you want? think about it. am i? some people are, im sure. and others im sure are really far away from it. no one can truly stops us from doing what we want but ourselves. no one even cares. and, in the end, shouldn't we be doing what we want, living how we want? then again, maybe we are, always.

If i gotta see or read about one more fucking Owen Wilson trailer/movie/interview i'm gonna shoot myself. No judgement on his character, but i think we're getting a little oversaturated.... whaddaya say, Owen, let's take a break, eh?

O my soul, do not aspire to immortal life, but exhaust the limits of the possible.

--Pindar, (Pythian iii)

The most profound things can occur only in the most absurd situations.

--alcide bava

The San Fermin festival is going on over in Pamplona---a.k.a: Running With The Bulls.


“Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter's honor.”

--Ernest Hemingway


“In bullfighting there is a term called querencia. The querencia is the spot in the ring to which the bull returns. Each bull has a different querencia, but as the bullfight continues, and the animal becomes more threatened, it returns more and more often to his spot. As he returns to his querencia, he becomes more predictable. And so, in the end, the matador is able to kill the bull because instead of trying something new, the bull returns to what is familiar. His comfort zone.”

-- Carly Fiorina

Haven't heard from any Native Americans yet...? I guess there aren't any left.

As i watched the explosion of color and sound during last night's July 4th fireworks celebration i couldn't help but wonder: "What do Native Americans think about all this?" .... Do they cook out all day; wear red, white and blue? Do they go see the fireworks? Do they celebrate our nation's independence?

I would honestly love to hear what sentiments any Native American has regarding the 4th of July.....