It’s my party, I’ll o.d. if I want to

I’m buried, drowning, whatever you want to call it, in work around here.

Granted, it’s web work, but it’s still work. At least when I did manual labor or printing or house painting or construction or music or sold candles door to door, there was a time at the end of the day where work stopped and real life began (okay, maybe not with music, but I threw that in there anyway to brag…I made a living playing in a band, and not many people can say that, so I like to point it out once in a while to show how awesome I am).

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On a clear day you can see the 19th century

There is a lighthouse about half a block from here that was built in 1874, and they have been “restoring” it for about four years now (it looked fine to me before they began the restoration, but what do I know).

I just read in the paper that it has finally opened for visitors, but only from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. on Sundays. Oh, and the inside is still empty. They expect to have the inside finished in 2006.

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Hit and run walker

This just happened:

From outside I hear, crash, thump, “Ahharh…”

I grabbed a big heavy cop flashlight and went out the side door. A very tall man was standing on the sidewalk bent over with his hands on his knees.

“What’s going on?”

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It’s all cow, after all

Our local chain grocery store has undergone a painful six month remodel and is now open again, all shiny and new with a Starbucks and a deli, and it no longer leaks big puddles of water around the frozen foods, or smells weird in back, by the bottled water.

Anyway, the only “improvement'” we make use of is the deli, where I was today, getting some thinly sliced Swiss cheese.

“How much do you want?”

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Johnny Cash is dead, Tower records is bankrupt, god save the fucking Queen

towerbagI just read that Tower records is near bankrupt, and in the last year Musicland, Sam Goody, and Wherehouse have all filed for bankruptcy protection, and one day, there aren’t going to be any record stores. Why? Because modern music sucks ass! No, really, it is because of peer to peer file sharing networks.

Let’s get all the bullshit out of the way right up front – I love peer to peer networks. I routinely steal any software that I can, and I download music freely using LimeWire (and previously, the dear, departed napster).

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Boggle: to hesitate as if in fear or doubt

If we needed any more proof that the earth is hurtling toward Armageddon at an all new super-sized pace, it is still ridiculously hot here in beautiful Los Angeles. 88 degrees and climbing as I type this. This has been the summer from hell everywhere and it continues without mercy.

Not only that, but last night I had to murder a two inch long scorpion that was found trotting down our hallway. It was on the way to the bedroom no doubt, where it would have waited patiently to kill us.

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Pass the aspirin

I just love how eBay has a search criteria in their art category for “Dominant Color.” That’s so handy when I’m buying art to match the purple leather couch and overstuffed club chairs in my pricey downtown loft!

I also love paintings of young girls with huge eyes and enlarged, encephalitis-like heads. The ones that look just like the popular young actress Christina Ricci. They remind me of the paintings of Margaret Keane (who has dedicated her life to Jehovah, by the way, and thinks that you should too) or Kenner “Blythe” dolls from the 70’s.

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This is what I get for leaving the house

I went to Schwartz bakery on Melrose to get a special birthday cake for Carol, and before I went she typed to me (I was at work), “Get some fresh holy bread.” I typed back, “Holy bread?” And she said, “Yeah, it’s yummy!” Okay, holy bread. What do I know.

So I walk into Schwartz and ask about the cake, and the ancient woman behind the counter says, “HAAAAH?” every time I say anything, so I just figure she’s old and half deaf and this is the way it’s going to go.

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God damn

Suddenly Bukowski manuscripts are ridiculously valuable (yes, more Bukowski — if you have had enough Bukowski for one lifetime, please skip to the next post).

For the last four or five years this crazy San Francisco book store owner has been selling his extensive collection of Bukowski manuscripts on eBay, and I have been partaking when the poems were particularly good and sufficient dollars were in my pocket.

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A million and one stupid things

I posted a laundry list of hypocritical carryings-on by so called “moral leaders” a couple weeks ago, but it neglected to include one of America’s most notable rabid right-wing morality and family values blabbermouths: “Doctor” Laura Schlessinger!

For those who don’t know, “Doctor” Laura Schlessinger is an almost unbelievably reprehensible pile of shit who browbeats, insults and berates the sub-normals who call in to her radio talk show for advice and “moral guidance.”

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Kennedy to John Lydon; “Oh, lighten up!”

Carol bought me this stand-up desk that I’ve been wanting for about seven years, ever since I worked at the first web hosting company and the 12 hour days on my ass in the office chair started to drive me insane.

It’s beautiful man – standing here typing. But I find it harder to concentrate. I haven’t done any real work here yet. Though I’ve only had it for a week or so.

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I couldn’t possibly be *that* fat!

I was looking through a big box of someone’s family pictures tonight. The family lived on the East coast and had pictures of family members and places all over America, Scandanavia, Germany, Scotland and Australia – even on board the Queen Mary.

It got me wondering how the pictures wound up here in San Pedro. I mean, I know how they wound up here, but it’s interesting to think about where else they have been.

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What’s so funny ’bout peace love and understanding?

Jesus, the flag graphic and commentary on the first page of the site are certainly generating a lot of ugly emails. What is it about a war that gives imbeciles such a raging hard on?

What is this Democrat vs. Republican thing? What is this Christian vs. Muslim thing? Fucking hell man, we are killing ourselves over imaginary lines on a map and imaginary gods and it makes us look like idiots.

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Monday’s coming like a jail on wheels

I had the misfortune of watching the last 40 minutes of the GRAMMY©®™ awards last night, and they were even more dull and predictable than I’d remembered. I haven’t watched in many years…let’s see, I think the last time was when Christopher Cross won an armload of statues.

That was a long time ago, and it was clear to me then that this was not a celebration of music, but of music selling. There wasn’t one nominated artist I gave half a shit about, so either I was out of the loop or the GRAMMYS©®™ were. Or both.

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