Moded, (moated?), burned and jerked

So, this band I was in during the late 1980s was in a movie. It was a lot of fun. You know, pretending to play for hours while they film you from on top, behind, up your nose and every other which way you can imagine. Yeah, it was a real blast. “A little more energy, fellows!”

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The answer my friend, is blowing a lobbyist out back

SarahPalinPrayer292x219If you needed proof that even the Republican party considers the next presidential election to be a “gimme” for Obama, look no further than the decision today to run Sarah Palin as Vice President next to John McCain.

From the great state of Alaska, where every politician is either under investigation or already indicted for corruption and fraud, Palin is herself under investigation for firing Public Safety Commissioner Walt Monegan because he wouldn’t carry out a personal vendetta for her and fire her former brother-in-law from the state police.

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All of human history on the head of a pin…or a pinhead, I forget which

Someone asked me why I write such angry things about Christians. I’ll answer here, so everyone can point and laugh in one convenient location.

I don’t have a problem with Christians. I don’t really care about them. They never cross my mind, honestly, you know, with the exception of the times when one of them says something profoundly idiotic, which is just about every four seconds.

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I’m like a stepping razor, don’t you watch my size, I’m dangerous

rockersmovie316x450I watched the movie Rockers again over the weekend. This is absolutely and unequivocally tied for my favorite movie of all time. Rockers is my Woodstock, baby.

Shot in Jamaica in 1976 and 1977, the golden age of reggae music, this film is packed with legendary roots musicians as “actors,” great music, and a wicked revenge story that culminates in a sort of shantytown Christmas mornin’, iya!

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Harry Potter, I’m coming to kick your ass!

altmanbox1-274x395Way back in the olden days (January of 1995) I signed a fancy looking contract with Mother Road Publications for a book of poems and short stories. It was a long and drawn out birth (as these things usually are in the small press) but finally, in April of 1997, alternative man appeared.

It was my first book and I was pretty excited about it. When the first 5 or 10 copies came in the mail I opened one of them and smelled it. “Yeah, that smells like a real book,” I thought. Hey, you do weird things when it’s yours.

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The Land of the Lost, without the Sleestaks

praying120x189Well, this is pretty cool; In a nutshell, this guy, Mark Heard, is running a service that will contact your loved ones for you, via email, after the “rapture.”

The rapture, in case you didn’t know, is when JESUS comes and takes all the boys and girls who have behaved and eaten their vegetables up to heaven to prance around forever in white robes and watch the rest of us suffer an eternity under the thumb of the beast SATAN.

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Fly me to the moon, then blow that shit up!

When I was six years old I wanted to be in the Beatles. But I didn’t have a guitar, and it seemed awfully difficult to actually be in the Beatles, and, maybe most importantly, I was only six years old.

v003-111x119I wanted to be in the Beatles for quite some time, actually. You know, until they broke up and then no one could be in the Beatles, not even really excellent musicians. To fill the void that was left by the dead Beatles, between the ages of 10 and 15 I wanted to be in a newer and decidedly more weird and dangerous crop of bands. Bands like Alice Cooper, Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith and KISS.

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I can see for miles, but it’s kind of blurry up ahead

It’s a beautiful time to be a photographer. Just like it’s a beautiful time to be in a real band with real non-computerized music, or to be an artist who paints something other than encephalitic pre-teen girls in frilly dresses with dead deer eyes that only appeal to perverted Japanese wankers and U.S. hipsters who would worship dog shit if you told them it was cool to do so.

I say it’s a great time because I feel the inevitable pendulum swing away from the dead and dying and back to the living. It may not happen tomorrow or next year, but there are a whole hell of a lot of disenfranchised youths out there who are aching for some truth. One of the ways they are finding their truth is with old music equipment, old artistic technologies, and crappy, less than precise photographic equipment.

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Simple is as simple does

Have you ever heard of Dean Cameron?

I know, neither had I. Then someone pointed me to a site he runs; When I hit the site I was kind of shocked, since the design and layout is lifted – exactly – from a version of datapimp site that was up for about five years.

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I feel the earthworms under my feet

The internet never forgets! I can tell you that much for sure.

Well, you know, parts of the internet.

In the early days of the WWW, all the print articles panted and drooled over the possibilities that such a permanent, freely available archive would offer. No longer would we be bound to those nasty old books and periodicals. Every grain of human knowledge would be a few clicks away (if not via WWW, then grab all the world’s files with gopher!).

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I haven’t given up, I’ve just stopped trying


I stuck the knife deep into the heart of on Sunday, and killed off my little 8 year old project. 8 years and three months to be exact, but who’s counting. That’s a long time to run an unsuccessful web business. I think we may have set some kind of record.

By unsuccessful I don’t mean it lost money – we usually made money. Just enough to pay for the infrastructure, such as it was. No one who ever worked on it took away a penny.

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I don’t pray. Kneeling bags my nylons.

danielson198x198I saw a really interesting documentary called, Danielson: A Family Movie, and it got me thinking about a lot of things.

Mainly about why so many “Christian” performers feel compelled to sing about the blood of Jesus in every song. As if a song that fails to mention Jesus a dozen times is some kind of one-way ticket to HELL.

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So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night

moving187x227Long time no see, bitches! I have been caught up in a never ending nightmare of moving. First the company I work for relocated, Part of my job was to plan the move, top to bottom, so if you can imagine what it’s like when you move to a new house or apartment, it was kind of like that, if there were 25 people in your family, and you were building the place you were moving into.

As the dust was settling on the work move, Carol and I left our beloved seaside shack in San Pedro and moved to Alhambra. When you say Alhambra to most people in Los Angeles, they look at you sort of blankly and say, “oh, is that near San Diego?” The same thing they say when you tell them that you live in San Pedro. Even though San Pedro is part of the city of Los Angeles.

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Grab the closet case by the horns

Hey, where you been?

Me, I’ve been working on an office move for the company I work for. It’s been kind of a massive project and it’s not finished yet, even though we actually moved all our shit over almost two weeks ago. Still a lot of loose ends to tie up, and it’s been taking every second of every day to deal with it.

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Hotter than July

Carol made a detailed post about a Miranda July reading we saw last night, but I thought I would add my two cents, because that’s just what I do.

If you’ve ever seen a reading you know that they can easily put you to sleep or make your mind wander to how you need to sweep out under the bed or check the oil on the car. It usually not the reader’s fault. Listening to someone read is just inherently dull.

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