Sunday, September 09, 2007

Hello? McFly? Here's some McMetal!

Michael J. Fox goes Cookie Monster.


Monday, August 06, 2007

Potato Fucking Salad

John Sibley suns this up as well as anyone could:

If you only watch one YouTube movie today featuring dancing country farmer's daughters contortionists singing about potato salad, it should be this one.

Starts a little slow, then all hell breaks loose around 1:15, combining Hee Haw with Cirque.

Widge from Need Coffee has this to say:

This is apparently, per the YouTube page, taken from the 1944 MGM musical Broadway Rhythm, which doesn't appear to be out on DVD in any form. Looks like it would be...interesting, to say the least.

Their fucking exit is the hottest thing ever.

Friday, August 03, 2007

I really miss The Elevtric Compamy. It was probably the coolest kids show ever.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

I Made it Back.

The following is from the pocket Reporter Moleskine Journal I carry with me everywhere. It was written on the way back from San Diego Comic Con, Monday afternoon, 30 July 2007.

"Freedom's just another word for Nothing Left to Lose." Sure. I'm sitting in, what is it? Laguna Niguel? I'm at a very busy In-n-Out Burger crammed under a freeway overpass. There is nothing picturesque about it what-so-ever, but it is perfect right now. And it's rush hour.

I have some things to lose, almost exclusively material, all of them. Some relationships, as well, sure, but I could, none the less point my car anywhere right now, and do whatever the fuck I wanted. I could make a phone call, maybe two, and I'd be out a lot of material things, sure, but any of the relationships that counted, I'd be no more in danger of losing them than I was before.

This thought formed in my head a few moments ago, I pulled out my notebook to write it down and reflect on it, and as I leafed through the pages to look for a blank page, I came across a note I made to myself a few days before I left for vacation.

"Oh, "I thought to myself, "I'd better check to make sure that got taken care of." I picked up my phone and was about to make a call, then I remembered what I pulled the damn thing out for in the first place.

The phone call can wait.

I'm still on vacation, dammit.

And I could, I could, if I really wanted to, never go back again.

This vacation was much needed. It's been a rough couple of months. I was so stressed out I almost canceled my trip. That would have been an almost oxymoronic mistake.

Time to continue the adventure.

I did, in fact, continue the adventure.

My computer is back on the net. It needs some maintenance, but it's working. Also, my parents bought me a new laptop, God Bless 'em. (Thanks, Mom and Brad!) So, updates are on their way. I'm not promising a schedule, at this point, but once or twice a week there should be something here. Check the RSS feed.

I've also been posting over at Nice bunch of folks over there. If you want to check out my posts specifically go here. While my computer was out I actually did a series of posts reviewing Internet Cafes and Libraries. I called it "Vagabond Blogger."

It really has been a hell of a couple of months, and it was quite a trip to the Con this year. Now to find the Sleep of the Just.

It's nice to be back.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Rest in Piece

My computer has been pronounced dead at about 4PM, June 23rd. Probable causes include the Motherboard and/or the Power Supply.

I'm updating now from my friend's Mac, blog entries here will probably drop off quite a bit until I get the situation rectified. As I just got the MetroBlogging gig, I'll be trying my damnedest to keep up my three post a week schedule there.

Anyway, see yeh later.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

From Z list to C list

I have some great news about the Blog here, but a couple of items first, before I get to that:

You should go take a look at Cory Doctorow's post about the current state of the Broadcast Treaty here:

Spoiler: It's Good News. (For Now.)

If you are reading this, you are on the internet, so this directly effects you. These folks have, in a very real and international way, been fighting the Good Fight on your behalf. Go take a look at what these kids have accomplished.

Second, a housekeeping note: Computer's still a bit wonky. I thought I might be almost out of the woods and then it crashed again. Gets that creepy beeping that doesn't come from the speakers. Yeah, that's how you know something's really wrong. I don't even have speakers installed!

Someone (Martin, actually) suggested the battery on my Motherboard might need replacing. Now, I'm not ruling that out, but would that cause the computer to crash during use? If anyone knows please let me know in the comments section.

Now, Finally The Big Blog-Related News!!! (Drum Roll...)

I have been accepted to become a contributer to MetroBlogging L.A. This is a pretty big deal for me. Some of the stories I've brought you here have come from that site, and it's a great site all around with what seem to be a very cool group of people.

The MetroBlogging sites are a network of Blogs devoted (in most cases) to a City or Metropolis, and the events and news thereof. They're pretty damn cool, and I'm proud to be a part of it.

Oh, yeah, P.S. and stuff: Today is my Mom's Birthday, send her love, (Now, Dammit!) and a week from today is MY Birthday. Buy me stuff. Nice stuff. I think I'm going to Hollywood Forever Cemetery to watch a movie and Pic Nic. So, come by, if you want.

My Wish List

Tuesday, June 19, 2007


My computer keeps crashing. I have no idea what's going on. I'm trying to isolate the problem, but it is proving elusive.

No "Blue Screen of Death," nothing. It just periodically stops working. Sometimes, when it does so, it resets my Bios settings, taking it back to December 31st, 2001, and resetting my default video card/monitor.

It's almost funny to see my desktop calendar widget tell me tomorrow is New Year's day.

The novelty wears off quickly.

This computer has been loyal and stable for a long, long time. It's never been prone to crashing. I'm seeking solutions and alternatives at the moment. I may end up hitting the Net Cafe, eventually, to keep things rolling, but I hope it doesn't come to that.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Eat your Kiwis

So, today is my Little Brother's Birthday. He's 28.

He's also doing 17 years No Chance of Parole in The Oregon State Pen. He's got about 7 years left.

So, well, here's wishing him the Happiest Birthday possible under the circumstances.

Last time I went to visit him, we were able to buy him some Orange Juice, which is apparently in high demand. He mentioned that the first thing he wanted to do when he got out was to eat a big kiwi fruit, because he hadn't had one in almost a decade.

Everyday at work, during our pre-meal meeting, they bring out the "Sorbet of the Day" and the plate of fruit that comes with it, which, of course, includes some sliced kiwi. It used to go to waste a lot of the time. Now I make sure to take a minute and enjoy it.

Happy Birthday Daniel. I know you can't read this, but I'm thinking about you, and I'm not letting any kiwi go to waste. Love yeh, Man. Be well.


I'm taking a small break. The computer's still acting funny, but I'm working on it. Gathering up new material for a fresh onslaught here at the ol' BlogNoxious, as well.

In any case, I kept the daily thing going for a quite awhile with few mishaps, screwy computer or no. You can grant me a couple of weeks off.

Should be some interesting new stuff coming, anyway. Patience. Catch up on the achives in the meantime.

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Trouble box.

Computer's doing weird shit. Maybe monitor, maybe video card, maybe something else.

Annoying as fuck, in any case.

Friday, June 08, 2007

Thursday, June 07, 2007

An Essential Part of a Balanced Passing

The creator of the flavor on Cap'n Crunch Cereal, Pamela Low, has passed away.

The torn-up top of your mouth wants sympathy cards.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Do the Math

The 30th of this Month is My Birthday. The iPhone comes out on the 29th.

You know what to do.

Saturday, June 02, 2007


Today marks five years with no nicotine for me, and a friend of mine now has 6 years no booze.

Friday, June 01, 2007

I may be Well and Truly Fucked.

They're taking away my parking. The garage across the street from my apartment has been sold to a new company. They are changing the terms of the lease with the building, apparently tenants will not be able to park there between 10AM and 5PM Monday through Friday, starting July 1st.

Unfortunately, that's exactly when I need to park my car there.

I can't live here without parking, I tried to before. The result was hundreds of dollars in tickets every month and my dash board destroyed when things were stolen from my car. I can't do that again.

I am incredibly stressed out and upset about this.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

500 years of beauty.

This is absolutely beautiful and amazing.

From Juxtapoz.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007


Crap! Missed Tuesday. Oh, well.

Put up Sin City in acting class. Yeah...we're gonna have to work on that some more. An entire piece of the scene didn't happen due to a dropped line. (Not mine!) Cue was missed 'cause of the dropped line, character didn't get his entrance, which meant another character didn't show up...cluster fuck.

Oh well, shit happens.

The good news is, (other than I learned a bunch here, which is kinda the point) that I now get to watch a whole bunch of old Film Noir, and I love that stuff,

So...let's see, dropped line in scene? No. Dropped Blog entry? Well, yeah.

Sorry 'bout that.


Monday, May 28, 2007

THIS is what we should be worried about:

Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez shut down Televised Opposition to him Today.

From Reuters:

Venezuela shut down an opposition television channel on Monday and replaced it with one promoting President Hugo Chavez's self-proclaimed socialist revolution in a move widely criticized as a threat to democracy.

Chavez has long sparred with opposition channels, which he calls "horsemen of the apocalypse" for backing a botched coup against him in 2002.

From an anonymous source on the ground in Venezuela: (Via Boing Boing)

The world needs to know. Only you guys abroad can help us spread the word. Chavez spends hundreds of millions of dollars lobbying around the world with goverments and earning many international support at the expense of our taxes, natural resources, and freedoms.

Many of us are scared, but we are willing to do something about it.

He goes on to say that the station has been on the air for 53 years and is the most popular tv station in the country.

There is video of Protests across the Nation, but some of them seem to be disappearing off of private websites. You Tube still has some, for now: Video 1 Video 2.
You'll need to be able to Habla the Espanol to watch.

Raise awareness of this. Talk about it with your friends and co-workers. If anyone tries to give you a "So What," ask them how they'd feel if this was an English speaking country; Challenge Them.

As People who enjoy Free Speaking Liberties and Privileges in the Western World, We are Absolutely Obligated to show Support to these Citizens of the World as the Attempt is made to Silence them. This, THIS is an attack on our Values and Our Way of Life.

Don't be a Pussy. Happy Memorial Day.

Sunday, May 27, 2007


They caught Reggie the Gator,
The Golden Gate Bridge is 70,
A Mom was found snorting heroin in Walmart with her 3 year old in the shopping cart,
Florida Highway patrol warns of Lady Bug swarms,
The Post office is considering Vanity Zip codes
Japan now has apple-juice flavor imitation beer for children.

Film at Eleven.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

Actually, I got 'em all cut.

Yo. I'm actually at work right now, about to start my shift. Didn't get a chance to throw down this Place holder earlier. Went and got a hair cut today, ran some errands. (Basically, I look more like my picture now. Whatever.)

I'll see if I have anything more to say later, or maybe we'll see some video. Who knows?

The suspense is killing you, innit?


It's almost 3:30AM, an' I Just got home. Fucking exhausted. Got my ass kicked tonight; I haven't found myself that far in "The Weeds" in...I don't know how long. Not fun. Oh well. Happens. Gonna take care of a couple things, (Check my WoW Auctions) and crash it.

These guys came up in conversation a couple of times tonight. I guess I was waiting on Bad Religion's Pediatrician tonight. I dubbed him the "Punk Rock Baby Doc." He dug that. It was his birthday. My friend Jason and I had been talking about the band just before the table sat.

Anyway, Bad religion from back in the day, circa 1984:


Friday, May 25, 2007

And so...

Just came from scene rehearsal, about to run to work. So, if you're good little boys and girls, and Time Warner doesn't decide to nuke internet access in the Hollywood area again, maybe I'll tell you later about the new shoes I've had for two years, and some other stuff.

Ugh. I really, really should do laundry. I'm fucking exhausted. I think I'm going to sleep like a mad sleeping guy what sleeps a lot.

Oh, the shoes. Yeah, I broke out a pair of limited edition Vans with little checkerboard skull and crossbones on 'em that I've been sitting on for two years or so. When I find something I dig, I frequently buy two. My current pair of Vans has kinda had it. So, yeah, there yeh go.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

More Fear

I had a great day. I don't have a hell of a lot to say about it.

Here's Fear, playing their hit single from whence they got all the Money:

From "The Decline of Western Civilization."

It's a fucking crime this isn't out on DVD yet.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Up your Nose with a Rubber Hose

Swedish Snot-Sucking device:

What else can I really say?

From, natch.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Lil' Warriors

Boing Boing has a post today about Dr. Laura's Son's MySpace Page, and how, now that it's been discovered to have a bunch of racist and twisted shit all over it (seriously sick shit, it sounds like) and has been removed, that they're trying to say terrorists hacked into it. (Yeah, Right.)

You can go there and read about that, or the Salt Lake Tribune article that they link back to as a source.

What caught my eye was a quote from Dr. Laura herself. (In case you don't know Dr. Laura makes her living promoting "Family Values" of an extreme Right Wing nature, and bashing Homosexuals.) According to the article, "In an interview with The [Salt Lake] Tribune, she said, 'We raised our son to be a warrior.'"

Really? Did you? Why exactly did you do that?

When you held your New Born infant in your arms, did you think to yourself, "You know, the world my child is about to grow up in just doesn't have enough Violence."

Was, "We raised our Son to be a Doctor," just too mundane? Or, fuck, anything. I suppose, "We Raised our Son to be a Jizz Mopper," would be a little worse, but, hell, it'd be safer.

Hey, we all know I'm no Saint, not by a long fucking shot. Wanting your Son to be able to Stand up for himself and what he Believes in and Loves is, of course, admirable, but a flat out Warrior? What is this, Feudal Japan?

Seems like today, becoming a Warrior should be something born of necessity, not design.

Well, Congratulations, Dr. Laura, looks like you overshot the mark. Sounds like that fucker's become a full on Psychopath. Good thing we had a War to send him to. Crazy fucker might be talking to your stuffed corpse in the attic, otherwise.

Now, go teach other Moms how to make little homophobic, racist, killing machines. That's just swell. Asshole.

This gets the "My Nutsack" tag, as that is what Dr. Laura and her precious little boy can Suck Upon. (See? I told you that tag would be useful.)

Everyone raising their kids to make war needs to stop. Muslims, Israelis, Christians, folks in Darfur, all over Africa, Asia, in South Central, East L.A., the Trailer Parks, everywhere. Stop making Warriors, who then have to go make war.

This stupid bullshit is only a couple of degrees from raising your kid to be a Suicide Bomber. Same fucking mentality.


Don't think for a moment that I mean to say raise your child to be passive, or unable or willing to Stand for something or defend themselves. Not at all. Prepare them to be a fully realized human being, with the capacity to rise to the occasion when necessary; don't raise them to BE a WARRIOR.

That's a rather limited resume, and tends to lead to some disturbing entries under the "Hobbies" Title.

To be fair: I must say I entirely agree with her bit (in the Salt Lake Tribune article) about not bitching to your Loved Ones who are serving on Active Duty. I don't think one needs to be an Extreme, Right-Wing, Gay-Bashing, Nut-Job to see the sense there. Mother Fuckers are Dodging Bullets, in the Line of Duty; Last thing you want to have to add to your Grief is the guilt that your last words to someone in that situation was you whining about something mundane Stateside.

Monday, May 21, 2007


Well, let's see if we can avoid any internet outages today, and perhaps we'll get things rolling back to normal.

Though, I must admit, I'm amused the fact that Time Warner's douche-baggery inspired me to create a "My Nutsack" tag for my Blog. This may come in more handy than one might initially think. (Kind of like FARK's "Florida" tag)

It's grey, it's Monday, and I haven't called work to try and get called off. Some might call this progress. Maybe I'm just stupid. I do need the money, but if I'm gonna take a day off, this is the one to take.

We'll see what it's like when I get there.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Time Warner can Suck my Balls.

Fucking internet died on me last night. I hate those fuckers. It was out a good part of today, too.

It actually occurred to me to get a phone line put in for the sole purpose of having Dial up back up.

That I was even brought to a point to let this cross my mind ... I would include hairs from my nutsack in my next payment envelope if I didn't always pay by phone.

I wonder if it's worth the two hours on the phone (one hour on hold, another hour waiting) to demand a credit for this shit.

Saturday, May 19, 2007


...holder. Gonna go hang with Elwood. Then Work. Then back here to tell y'all 'bout it.


Friday, May 18, 2007

Mt. Saint Helen's Day.

Today was Mount Saint Helens' Day. I bet you had no fucking idea, did you? Unless, maybe, you live in the Northwest, and even then, probably fucking not.

We had just moved to Oregon when the fucking Mountain blew up, I was just a kid. I remember I woke up and looked outside, everything was covered in light grey ash, and I thought it had snowed..

I knew Oregon was going to be colder than California, but this was ridiculous.

"Did it snow? What? Ash? What do you mean it's Ash? A WHAT? A Volcano Erupted? Are you kidding me? I thought Volcanoes were in Hawaii..." Were the hell do we live now? Rains all the damn time, the beaches are rocky, cold and hurt your feet, and they got fucking Volcanoes? You gotta be fucking kidding me.

These were my ten year old thoughts on the matter, I remember it pretty clearly. Happy Mount St. Helens' Day. Where were you when the Mountain Blew?

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Week in Review

1. Fuck Jerry Falwell. I generally refrain from bad mouthing the recently dead, but yeah, fuck that guy. The World is a Better place for him now being a fucking corpse. Asshole. Feast maggots, feast.

2. Twisted my back yesterday. I'll be fine, missed a day of work. Fucking back.

3. Half of the City of Los Angeles is still up in arms about the May Day Bullshit the cops pulled. That half would be the Spanish speaking half. (Plus this Gringo writing about it.) There was a Rally today on Wilshire, denouncing the actions of the Police. Whatever, your opinions on immigration, May 1st was bullshit. Not too sure how much good today's rally is going to do, but we'll see. Next May should be interesting. Those cops furthered the cause of L.A.'s pro immigration community by light years.

4. Everyone, however, is still heartbroken over Griffith Park, and the Fire Devastation there. There are rumblings that developers who have long wanted to pretty much wipe out much of the natural growth, flora and fauna, that made up a large part of the park are using the fire to further their agenda. The claim is that the fire would not have been as severe if there had been, say, apartment buildings there, as opposed to forest. The more paranoid of those who rumble say these folks may even be behind the fire.

While this all sounds a bit paranoid, this City has a long history of scandalous bullshit that would make this, were it to be true, look positively tame.

Not saying I buy it, but I'm also not saying ignore the possibility.

5. Paris may get her sentence reduced due to "Overcrowding." Bullshit. It was plenty crowded when I was in County.

6. Managed to get some Warcraft in, against all odd, in the last day or two. Ah, so nice. You have no idea. Ordered a Belkin Speedpad from Amazon. Should be here tomorrow. Noobs beware. My PVP is about to get brutal

7. I have been busy as fuck with rehearsals and shit, hence the preponderance of Video lately. You guys can bitch when I start repeating stuff.

Actually, you can bitch all you want, there is a comments page, and I'd love to see some shit there. Probably won't change me much, but I'd like to see it none the less.

Likely to be a busy week coming up, so there may be quite a bit of Video. I will endeavor to find interesting stuff and, well, Good Ol' Punk Rock. In all seriousness, let me know in the comments what you like and what you don't, as it may very well influence what I search for.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

I apologize for Nothing.

This explains everything:

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

A Fish.

Okay, I apologize for all the Video, wasn't going to post Video today, but this one I had to post:

Salvador Dali on the Fifties Gameshow "What's My Line."

Talk about Surreal.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Saturday, May 12, 2007

On the Moon, LiteBrites are Deadly. (Don't question it...)

The charges have been dropped against Peter Berdovsky, and Sean Stevens, the two guys who were busted after the city of Boston freaked out over finding a bunch of LiteBrite Electric Signs installed as a Street Marketing campaign to Promote Aqua Teen Hunger Force.

Apparently, they had to apologize, which is retarded; the City Officials who Grossly overreacted should apologize.

The same signs had been up in other cities for two or three weeks, and, in fact, had been up in Boston itself for ten days before they were sighted by a Victim of Terror (That is, someone so paranoid about Terrorism, even a brightly lit Cartoon Character seems a threat) and reported to authorities, who subsequently, basically, shut down Boston.

Most bomb makers don't, in fact, attach brightly lit Cartoon figures to their explosive devices.

Anyway, the reason I'm posting this, is because I really don't think enough people got a chance to see these two guys true brilliance; The "Haircuts of the Seventies" press conference.

Please Enjoy:

Just as Ridiculous as they ought to be; fucking Ridiculous charges.

Friday, May 11, 2007

7 Seconds 99 Red Balloons Spanky's West Palm Beach

I fucking Love this song. (I never heard it live before, tho'. Looks like it was a great show.)

Whoa-oh! Whoooaa-Oh!

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Day....after Day...

I once again find myself exhausted at quarter to four in the morning. Been a long, but good day. Lots of those long days, lately. I spoke at the meeting I have been secretary of for a year, as my term (2nd term, actually, as I had been re-elected) is over. Went well, I think. Had class after that, then went and watch a movie and discussed scenes from that movie and others with a scene partner. Have rehearsal tomorrow with another scene partner, then work. Have to go in at some point this weekend and take some stupid food test at work.

I really want to play some Warcraft.

Not gonna happen. Dammit.

I wanna post some more about the fire, some amazing pictures that were taken, but not gonna happen right now. Metroblogger L.A. had some AMAZING shots.

But I'm taking my time to check in, kids. How are you?

Wednesday, May 09, 2007


This was my neighborhood yesterday. Welcome to Fire Season.

Video from (where else?) Boing Boing, taken at 7:55PM by "M.D."

Tuesday, May 08, 2007



Monday, May 07, 2007

Places to do, Things to go...

I make no apologies for posting a lot of Video lately. I think it's a good way to keep this thing cracking on days when I can't get an whole post in, and trust me, there have been days when that was just not possible. This whole week has been nuts.

However, making sure something is up here to check in with is good. Keeps it flowing.

Today I'm going to point you to a couple of things you should check out, but that I can't post directly here.

First of all, there's a new Spinal Tap short film. By Rob Reiner.

I know, huh? Fucking A.

"They're not that environmentally conscious, but they've heard of global warming," said Reiner, whose other films include "When Harry Met Sally" and "Stand By Me." "Nigel thought it was just because he was wearing too much clothing -- that if he just took his jacket off it would be cooler."

Spinal Tap has reunited several times since the film but hasn't for a number of years. For the band -- whose last album was 1992's "Break Like the Wind" -- the occasion warranted a new single: "Warmer Than Hell."

Be aware: The new Tap movie is on MSN, and it doesn't play well with Firefox. (Go figure.)

Also, here's a random bunch of Band Videos someone must have had stashed. There's some awesome stuff here, all from the Late 70's - Early 80's. Check out Siouxse and the Banshees doing "Hong Kong Garden from 1981, in Germany. Fucking great. All from Kino Digital Video.

As usual, all this via Boing Boing, at one time or another. (I swear I heard about the Tap Video somewhere else first, but Damned if I can remember where; and of course, those Boingers had it covered.)

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Holy ...

Since it's Sunday, which is supposed to be a Holy Day, I thought I'd show you a Video of a Transvestite talking about Pagans.

Eddie Izzard is awesome. Actual post-type posts soon.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Feliz May Fifth

While L.A. still reels a bit from the Police Brutality on May Day, we get Cinco de Mayo to follow it up.

Work may well be ... interesting.

In the meantime, check out The Great Taco Hunt and read the adventures of Bandini as he searches for the perfect Taco.

I'll see all y'all after work.


Pretty sedate at work, which was almost creepy. Last time Cinco de Mayo landed on a Saturday it was pretty crazy. Seriously, I think the May first thing put a pall over things. More on this later, I want to see if there's any news from around town.

In the meantime here's some Manic Hispanic doing "I want to be a Cholo" their answer to The Vandals "I want to be a cowboy."

Manic Hispanic fucking rocks. Take note.

Friday, May 04, 2007


Off to work. See yeh tonite. Read yesterday's blog.


Fucking tired as hell. Here's The Cramps. Fucking dig it.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

The 'Net will Deconstruct Itself.

Catch up on your Internet Memes and related phenomenon while I'm gone. The series of tubes has begun to eat it's own tail with lolgeeks.

We'll talk about it when I get back from class ... Puh-lace Holder.


So, things have gotten a little out of hand. First there was the "I M in ur x Killing ur y " thing.

This was similar to the "All your Base are Belong to Us" thing, except instead of "Engrish" this was "Leet Speak" and "All your Base..." didn't get re-appropriated like the "...Killin' ur Doodz" thing.

Let me back up, for those who have not been following this sort of thing, or who just have no idea what it is when they do see it.

The "All your Base..." thing really has nothing to do with it, (and anyway that's so 2001...) but if you still don't know what that's about (and many don't) Click Here, and Wikipedia will answer all your questions. The "...Killin' ur Doodz" thing just, initially, seemed to spread in the same fashion.

Bear with me, this goes someplace, but some background may be needed.

The original phrase is "I am in your base killin' your doodz." Encyclopedia Dramatica seems to have summed up the origin best:

Two players (one unnamed, the other known as 1337h4x (leetspeak for "Fucking Nerd") are in a game of Starcraft, with 1337h4x playing as the Zerg race, and the other as either the Terran or Protoss races. 1337h4x Zerg-rushed his opponent, and on finding that he was getting raped, his opponent asked:

[n00b] "dude, where are you?"

[1337h4x] "im in ur base, killing ur d00ds"

Leetspeak for "Fucking Nerd." heh. Indeed.

Any-fucking-way, around the same time as this inane bullshit started making it's way across the 'Net, the Cute Fucking Animal Picture thing started to swell into a Phenomenon. There is, of course,, with their daily deluge of cute baby animal pictures, and The Daily Kitten, with (you guessed it) new pictures of drowndably cute baby cats every damn day, and about a hundred clones.

Now, to be fair, part of the draw of these things, at least in the case of Cute Overload, is the self awareness. Meg, the woman who runs that site, knows just how saccharine sweet and ridiculous the whole thing is, and the somewhat self effacing humor with which she comments on everything makes the whole process enjoyable, rather than sickening.

This gave rise to the Captioned cute animal fad, (or maybe vice versa, but really, who can tell?) which attempts much the same thing with mixed results. I Can Has Cheezburger and LolCats are probably the most obvious examples.

Apparently most felines can speak, but they're kind of retarded. Walruses, it would seem, are obsessed with Buckets. (Yeah, I don't know either.) This is where the "...Killin' ur Doodz" thing really took off. Suddenly, all kinds of cute critters (among other things,) were in something of yours, engaging in some activity, upon something you held sacred.

This is a Triple Meme, A Hat Trick. The Mind Reels.

So, okay, captioned pictures of parakeets standing in pasta, an odd place for Pop Culture to migrate, but, whatever. What's the big deal?

It has now started to come full circle.

A (relatively) new site is up: LolGeeks. LolGeeks is like LolCats, but they are using pictures of 'Net personalities and Alpha Geek Icons ... with the Cute Cat Captions. Apparently the Geek Elite also talk like retarded six year olds; I found this less surprising than the cats, really.


Cory Doctorow

Linus Torvalds

Geeks making fun of geeks making fun of themselves while making fun of themselves. It continues on like fucking Pi.

Someone said Pop will Eat Itself, I say the Net is Perpetrating its Own Deconstruction.


Everything ever via Boing Boing. (Bless Those Folks. Seriously, I get a lot of stuff and info from them. Follow the links for the various Photo Credits. I'll post them in future, but right now it's 4AM. Laterz.)

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Like McAdams loves Gosling

It's weird how opportunities work themselves out, when you look at things from a certain perspective.

I'm a really lucky fucker in a lot of ways. Dues have been paid, make no mistake, but I'm a lucky fucker.

I forget that sometimes. But that's the very thing.

I'm at the top of the Food Chain, and by that I mean I've pretty much gone as far as one goes in the Food and Beverage industry while still being an employee and not an employer. I've reached the pinnacle of the "Would you like Fries with That?" game. There are people who make more than I do, but not many, and by and large it's one of the cooler places to work.

But it used to be so much cooler. So very much cooler.

It really did, that's not just a perspective thing. I'm not going to get into the laundry list, tempting as that is, but much has soured there. Yet, it is still a kick ass job. When I hear what people make at other places, man, I don't get out of bed for that kinda pay.

But it's all becoming clear now. All that souring, it's just oil on the Golden Handcuffs people. Those Golden Shackles are loosening, I can feel it, I can see it.

I used to really like going to work. Why, as good as it was, would I ever leave? Now that they have sapped the love out of my work place, and I truly used to love the place, but now that they robbed it of that, I have more motivation to find my way out, to move on. Oh, I fought, hell, I could have chosen a different career path and maybe won that fight, but I would have lost everything else. So glad I didn't do that. Now, I can still work at a kick ass place, yet I can be motivated by the sheer, ugh, clusterfuck of crappola now permeating the joint's very pores to go bigger and better, in whole new realms of work and career.

Kind of a great deal, if you think about it.

It doesn't have to totally suck, but it gets to suck just enough to motivate me elsewhere.

Hell, I got to wait on Chris Parnell tonight. He was eating dinner before going across the street to watch Elvis Costello. Sorry, that's pretty fucking cool.

If you don't know who Chris Parnell is, go check out Lazy Sunday right now. (No, bitch, I said Right Now.) If you don't know who Elvis Costello is, do a little research on a Decade know as The Eighties.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Underwear Perverts are on the loose

Terrifica is not alone, anymore. Maybe she can now find true love. (But she'll probably mace him.)

There's been a rash lately of people dressed as Super Heroes acting retarded. Well, more retarded.

First, (Well, in this latest string. Terrifica was way ahead of these "Johnny Storm come latelys.") there's the Grope-tastic Captain America. The guys at The Smoking Gun have all the details.

"Authorities said Adamcik was in possession of a large burrito and drugs."

That's probably my favorite News Story quote ever.

Next, Sergeant Superman. Since when do soldiers go to their Drill Sergeants about depression? This is a good reason not to do so.

And the latest, and well, not so perverted ... yet: Citizen Prime might be the best candidate yet for Our Girl Terrifica. I'm still sad that that Blind date with The Ultimate Warrior never panned out.

(Terrifica has been a favorite of the Gang over at Dead Pan Fury for many years now. In fact, she was the subject of one of our all-time favorite threads. Also the term "Underwear Perverts" is attributable to Warren Ellis. I don't know that Warren had the type of activity listed above in mind when he coined the term. Then again, he's been to enough Comic Book conventions; this may well be exactly what he meant. )

Monday, April 30, 2007

On we go...

I can't help but get a slight feeling of malaise as the week doesn't end, it just keeps on going.

I really have nothing to bitch about. Lots of people have lots harder shit to do, more often. Whatever.

Placeholder. I'll post more after work.


Nice. Smart ass mother fucking friend of mine posts his comment to the place holder. Jackass.

Scroll down, you stupid son of a bitch, you might gain a clue as to what's actually going on.

I actually got out of work early, which ruled, as I got a chance to really play some Warcraft for the first time in, it seems like, forever. My friends have level 70s, they just made alts, and at this rate their alts will pass me up in level.

Class tomorrow, which rocks, and probably will launch intense rehearsal time. It better, anyway, or I might well be fucked.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Sunday Clash

Happy Fucking Sunday. Here's some fucking Clash.

Hit Play, Dickhead.

The Only Band that Matters.

Saturday, April 28, 2007


I slept today. I slept a lot. I think I needed it.

It's good to be busy, but sometimes, even the anticipation of how busy I am, and am going to be, lends itself to an anxiousness that in and of itself is tiring.

So, what the fuck, slept in today. Have chairman commitment manana. Scene partner A will be working, I might see if Elwood is gonna be around; he and I can work on some stuff.

Meanwhile, the good and decent routine I had a year ago, I want... hell, I need to plug that back in, piece by piece. Get back to having a clean house for the sake of having a clean house, cooking food in my own kitchen, taking care of all of those things. My daily readings and meditation.

One thing at a time. Plug that shit back in.

Last night I told a guest off. He was a complete dick. Telling him off cheered me up for the entire rest of the night. I could have handled it better, but fuck that guy. He has to live with the fact that he's a big, fat slob and an asshole. I get to live life. I win.

This is scattered, I know, but I really don't care right now, I'm just sorting. And it feels kind of good. We'll bring it up short of an actual "To Do" list published on the web for all to see, right now. (No promises for later.)

I'm gonna leave you with a quote I got from Artist Coop!'s blog "Positive Ape Index:" I guess Coop had a stressful day yesterday. (Edit: Thursday, I guess, actually.)

"So why do I feel compelled to share all this? Well. I AM a blogger, after all. Vomiting up horribly intimate moments for the amusement of idle cubicle jockeys is what the internets are all about, right?"

Heh. Right on.

I do highly recommend his blog, which reminds me, I need to post a blog roll on this bitch. I need a new camera, too, get some photos up in here. Oh, and apparently, someone is working on an animated "H.R. Pufnstuf." Awesome.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Ninja Noir Pirate

Just got back from hanging out in the Comic Book Shop with The Mighty Archer. Well, that and some errands. Though she is a Ninja and I am a Pirate, we are working toward a common cause. A Film Noir via Comic Book cause. I'll have to watch her, though, she is ninja. Sneaky bitches, those Ninja.

I got in and out of the place without buying anything at all. That may be a first.

This might be a place holder. I haven't decided.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

To Post, Perchance to Dream...

Placeholder, kids. Just got back from My Thursday thang and about to go hit class. Well, about to shower so I'm not hated in class. I think I may just have some stuff to postify later tonight.

No, really.

Ugh. I just spent an hour on hold, literally. About an hour and ten minutes, really, at One O'Clock in the fucking morning. Well, after Two, when I finally hung up.

When I got home from class both my cable and my internet were out.

I called the Cable company, and here's the real bitch, they never even answered. After an hour the cable came back on and I rebooted the modem and here I am back on the interwebs.

Fucking pisses me off.

I'm tired and pissed. See you tomorrow. (One would hope.)

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Technical Difficulties.

Ugh, every thing Tech on the interwebs is pissing me off, but I think it might be getting better.

First the obvious: I wanted to post that video of Mike Daisey and how he handled the assholes who fucked up his work, but it just would not work until now, and yes, I figured out why. It's too tedious to detail right now, frankly.

What pisses me off is that I had just been thinking that, y'know, all this speculation about eventually moving this blog to my own site, hey, why go through all that, Blogger's working out pretty cool, they store all the stuff, I don't have to mess with it, and what the hell, it's good enough for Post Secret right?


My next bitch is I shouldn't be pissed at this guy, 'cause he's trying to do a cool thing but it was kind of unclear and now I need to swap a bunch of things out.

The idea behind imgred (Image redirection) is to make it really easy to avoid Hotlinking. Hotlinking (which I am guilty of innumerable times) is when you see a cool picture on the internet, and you link it somewhere else, say a Blog or a forum, and you do so directly from the place you found it. The problem with this is the site that the picture was originally on gets dinged for bandwidth from both sites now, and sometimes that costs the person who originally put the thing on the web money. Not cool. What's considered polite is to save the picture, host it on your own site or at a picture hosting site, and link it from there. This is a pain in the ass, and frankly "Politeness" isn't in terrible abundance here on the interwebs.

So this guy, this imgred guy, he creates a code. You simply put "" before the url of the picture, link it normally, like you're Hotlinking it, the code hosts it at the imgred site, and after that, that''s the new url for the picture. He even set it up so it'd automatically create a thumbnail.

Cool, I thought, no more hotlinks or fucking around with Imageshack.

Nope, turns out, "This site was meant as a demonstration, not as a self-sufficient service. If someone on Website A wants to show an image from Website B, the image should be locally cached on Website A. It is up to the Website A programmer to develop such functionality."

So, it's a code I could use if I had a site to host stuff at, and the brain power to implement the code. That is, I could come up with my own, private, "" for my pics I wanna "Borrow" off of the net. Well, that's cool, I guess, and while I'm sure I could figure all that out, I'm probably gonna go try and figure out "Flickr" again instead.

Mike Daisey Audience Protest, Walkout and Attack

Holy Shit, this was a pain in the ass.

YouTube and Blogger won't play nice.

I've been trying to post that fucking video for three days now. Pissing me off.

Monday, April 23, 2007


This is an unusual place holder.

I had posted a YouTube thing, I thought. With text and commentary. Maybe it just hasn't shown up yet. When I hit publish, it did say that it would show up later. The Kermit the Frog "Hurt" thing worked. I dunno.

I'mo wait, rather than double post. Read yesterday's entry, it kicks ass anyway. If my video shows up, I'll delete this post or something, if not, I'll put something here. Maybe I'll put something here anyway, and you'll get a double entry for once. We'll see, but for now I hafta jet.


Sunday, April 22, 2007

We're getting the Band back together.

So, today, my scene partner and I for The Blues Brothers put on our costumes and went walking around outside.

It was a very interesting day.

First of all, the casting is spot on. Everywhere we went people smiled. There were all kinds of hilarious exchanges with folks, I don't think I could even remember all of them. People literally pulled over in their cars to say, "Hi." It was more than a little surreal.

At one point we went into Virgin Records, where we pointed out to the Emo "My Chemical Death Cab" kid behind the counter that they only have eight foot of Blues Music for sale, and "What, a mile?" of this, "Rock/Pop Pop-rock stuff," which wouldn't exist without that eight foot of Blues. "How is eight foot supposed to support a mile? It's wobbley, that's what it is." The kid could not stop laughing while we talked to him. With us, at us, I give a fuck. It was hilarious.

Then we went down to Hollywood and Highland, in front of the Chinese Theater. People in various Character Costumes gather here every day of the week and try to make money off of the Tourists who snap pictures and take video and whatever. There are Street Performers, as well. These folks are not hired, they just show up. Everything from Hellraiser's Pinhead to Tigger from Winnie the Pooh, and pretty much everything in between.

We figured, what the fuck, we'd take Jake and Elwood down there and see what happened.

I was kind of expecting some slight hostility from these guys having some new guys show up, but this was not the case. "One of Us, One of Us, We Accept you, One of Us." We were strolling around, just getting our bearings a little bit, when this Homeless Guy came up to us. "Lemme show you something, lemme show you something," and the fucker whips out a harmonica and starts playing. And here's the thing; the fucker was good. I shit you not, he could play the harp. Turns out he had two, an A and a C.

So, what could we do? He played and Elwood and I fuckin' danced. Danced our asses off. Badly.

People took pictures and Video, I told 'em to give the Homeless guy, Enrice, the money. Enrice actually looks, talks and acts like Tony Montana. Anyway, we hung out with him and his friend for a while and actually bought him a bottle. Well, we needed an empty Night Train bottle for the scene anyway, and I'd have hated to waste the booze. So, what the fuck?

Crazy fuckin' day.

Elwood wants to go back, maybe get a boom box, put a little thing together. Why the fuck not, I say.

Why the fuck not?

Crime rates

It is said, apparently, in Crime Watch studies and Police Data Reports, that if a broken window is left unrepaired in a neighborhood for an extended period of time, the crime rate goes up. It would seem, if no one cares enough to fix a broken window, the general attitude of people in and around the area figure no one really cares what goes on, and slowly people just stop giving a shit, and the kind of folks who do things they don't want others to see start to do that sort of shit there. In the neighborhood with the broken window.

I missed two Blog posts this week. Well, almost. We'll say two. Sunday was a conscious decision. I took that day off, I wasn't going to count that. Thursday I flat forgot/didn't get it done. Right now it's Sunday Morning, 2:22 AM, and I just got off of work. This could, and should be considered Saturday's entry, but I didn't even get a place holder up.

We're gonna score that at two missed.

Two posts, that's a busted window. One, what the hell, shit can happen. Two in a week, I gotta take care of that shit. Same shit has happened in my house. I start saying, "Fuck it," about one little thing, next it's uninhabitable for anyone but me and the cat again.

The place holder thing, it's good for me, I think. I'm not sure how it comes off on your end, for the reader, (If anyone is even reading the damn thing. Hi Mom! Sup, Brad?) but it tends to make me feel obligated to finish up with something, which keeps me thinking during my work day (night) what I might post. So, even if it seems cheesy, you may have to put up with it. Comments are, of course, appreciated.

Part of the point of doing it at all is that it seems, for me, writing begets writing. If I write in this damn thing, I tend to write other stuff, and I really need to be writing stuff.

Just now, as I left work, I was telling a friend of mine about back when I used to work at the Flower shop, when I was "The Punk Rock Florist." Just briefly, couple a minutes, telling him some of the circumstances around me getting the job, and the irony of me working there at all. "You gotta write a book," he says. It was nice, with the thought of this Personal Monologue/One Man Show thing on my mind, to be able to say, "I'm working on it," and mean it. I don't know that my working in a Flower shop is fodder for a whole Monologue segment.

But it might be Stand Up material.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Comic Books are Evil

Found this on Boing Boing. They got it Here.

"Webcomic artist Neal von Flue has scanned a page from an old encyclopedia which basically says that comic books are the root of all evil. He found it while helping his daughter do a school paper on "comets," and just, you know, skipped over a couple of pages."

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Silverlake Meadow

So, this looks really cool to me:

From Metroblogging L.A.

I'd like to see this open permanently. Probably too damn early for me to make this event, though.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Under the wire

Anyone notice how close I cut it yesterday on the time? Seven minutes to midnight, still got a Monday blog.

The 'Net is back on at my abode; loose connection just when I had no time to track it down. All fixed now.

I need to jump in the shower and run to Acting class just now, so we're gonna call this a place holder. Tuesday blog will be posted after class and before bed, but likely after the Witching Hour. So, watch this space.

Back from Class. I have a ton of work coming up, and thus, a ton of work to do.

This class has what they call "Booking Week" where you sign up to schedule scenes for the following month. I have four different things that were posted tonight. That's four things, with four different people that I haven't even started yet, or really even picked scenes for. Hell, some of the stuff I've never even seen.

That's a lot.

Plus the scene I'm working on already, and like two or three other things that I'm supposed to start and work in, as well.

The good news about this is, well, apparently people want to work with me. That's pretty awesome. Let's just hope I don't stretch myself too thin, start to suck, and then people stop wanting to work with me.

How about I keep on top of that and not have it happen, eh?

I'm putting up Blues Brothers on Tuesday. We want to do several more scenes from it, plus a song. That's already a go. That's from last Booking Period. Coming up is One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Cinderella Man, Mystic River and, apparently, Sin City. We haven't picked specific scenes from any of them, and, in fact, in the case of Sin City, we don't even know if we're doing the Movie, or something from a Graphic Novel. (But I've learned not to say, "No," when a pretty girl wants to do a scene with you where she's likely to be scantily clad.) I haven't even seen Cinderella Man or Mystic River yet.

Also in the works are Of Mice and Men and either True Romance or The Shining, quite possibly both.

I'mo be busy.

Meanwhile, ideas for comedy sketches are floating through my mind again, now. Been jotting those down. Gotta see if the name "A Street Car named Bob," is taken already. Also, need to figure out a follow up for my Monologue. I think that's the thing that got me into this mess.

I'm pretty happy with the mess, at the moment, I have to admit.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Work and Blog

Fuckin internet was out this afternoon before I split for work. Pisses me off more than words can say.

So, I'm actually blogging this from work. On the fly, as they say.

In so doing, I note that that fucking sidebar still gets pushed to the bottom; that REALLY pisses me off.

I better be able to get the net back on here in a few minutes when I get home, or there will be hell to pay.

Sunday, I just took off. Bite me.

Saturday, April 14, 2007


Friday, April 13, 2007

Build a better....

Okay, this is fucking Rad:

Maker Faire: The Life-Sized Mousetrap

I go to work now.

Thursday, April 12, 2007


All right, everybody be cool, this is a Bloggery!

Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll line execute every motherfucking last one of ya!

Just got out of a meeting, on my way to Class, this is a place holder; there'll be more tonight. I have some stuff I wanna post but time is short. Hopefully, I'll remember what I wanted to write here in a few hours. I'll throw on a little edit up in here.

See yeh then. (I know you just can't wait.


I was in such a hurry, I couldn't close a parenthesis, apparently. Put the placeholder up 'cause I knew I wouldn't sit down 'til after midnight, but this is well before I retire for the night, so as far as I'm concerned this is still Thursday's Blog.

So much shit running through my brain lately, but in a good way. (Mostly)

New Stand up shit, which can probably be directly attributed to my giving more thought to the personal monologue/one man show assignment, though that's in a completely different vein, ideas for other shit, just...almost too much. Shit. Where's that Dung Beetle?

Simultaneously, I'm starting to hate going into work, seriously. I'm broke as shit, I need to work as much as possible right now, but I feel like the place is sucking the soul out of my chest. The truth is probably more that being so constantly on the go, that is the least satisfying, and the one thing I'd really like to skip.

The only way out is really to work even harder for awhile. That really sucks, actually. There's some shit really pissing me off about the job site lately, but I don't wanna go into it now. Could easily get a whole post out of it, but...nah, not right now, at least. Whatever.

I felt the need to pick up a new copy of The Tao of Pooh today. Not sure why now, but that's kind of how that is. Mary took her copy back, but that was, I dunno, a year ago or more. Guess it's just time.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

This is Wednesday's Blog....

The "No Word a Lie" post (which is kinda the working title of my show) was actually an entry for Tuesday, so, screw you, that's one a day since Friday.

Had an idea just now, listening to "Barb Wire Love" by Stiff Little Fingers for a light comedy movie set in the late 70's in Belfast with a Pop Punk soundtrack. Kind of "Romeo and Juliette" with Protestants and Catholics and Punk Rock.

Just a thought. I could probably get the guys from STL to help.

No Word a Lie.

So, in my Acting Class tonight, I put up a personal monologue. This was an assignment. It was a story written by me from my personal life. For the purposes of the assignment it did not need to be true, but in this case it was.

Doing this made me more nervous than I thought it would, or should.

I've been told now to do more. In fact, I am being encouraged, or more accurately, out right told, to expand this into a one man show, by not only my teacher, but many of my classmates.

One of the most vocal proponents of my doing this is a man not known for giving much feedback in class. He can be a bit critical. His comment: "Just fucking do it; you are a One Man Show."

So, basically I'm being told to come and stand around talking about myself, for fun and profit.

You're all in trouble now.


Monday, April 09, 2007


Not much today, but maybe this'll keep you busy:

Rock, Paper Scissors goes to the next level.

Where's "Skull?"

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Saturday, April 07, 2007

These shoes will one day need Bronzing

I'm very tired right now.

One of the things I learned in my absence from this Blog is that not everything is meant to be posted in it; this is both profound and mundane. I didn't post anything, ultimately, that I fell was inappropriate, but there's some shit I can't post in here, and when I'm distracted by that I can't post anything else, and days get skipped. (They get skipped for other reasons, too, but this is a problem.)

I have a very specific, and seemingly harmless example: Last May I was honored to preside over the occasion of my Mother and Step Dad renewing their wedding vows. This was on their anniversary last year. My participation was a surprise for my Mom. About the time my posting fell off I was planning this trip, and was, in fact, very excited about it. I couldn't post about it, obviously, 'cause, well, Mom occasionally peruses my Blog. (Though, if you look carefully, I made a small vague reference to it at one point.)

Is this the sole reason my blogging ground to a halt? Hell no, but it did, indeed, contribute.

The solution, I would think, is in a private journal. Part of the impetus for this endeavor is to write every day, or at least, on a regular schedule. When I come to an impasse, something bouncing around that I can't write about here, for whatever reason, I need to write it down elsewhere.

Writing needs to be part of who I am. Now.

It's vital for many things I do, I intend to do, and for my growth and progress in many areas, not the least of which my recovery.

There are a lot of changes happening in my life. These need to happen, they are necessary. They are also terrifying and painful. Sometimes very, very painful. I need to incorporate this process, this Bloggery, into the transformation. This is where the accountability is. So, baby step number two.

Friday, April 06, 2007

A small start.

So, it's been nearly a year. (Pirate Movie Trailers Notwithstanding) Many things have fallen by the wayside, many things aren't so great. Other things are back on track and better than they've been in years.

One of the things that has, obviously, fallen by the wayside is this Blog. While it would be ridiculous to try and infer that letting my blogging schedule derail led to the decline in these other areas, I think the daily practice, or at least the regular practice of it, was one of the things that helped me keep things on track.

There's a lot to sort through. It could be a bit overwhelming, but I've learned the only way to get through an overwhelming thing is to start small and let go of the results, especially the immediate ones.

So, here yeh go. Baby step number one.