well, what would the pagans call YOU?

dr. quist,
this coming sunday is the dreaded all hollows eve. samhain. i was wondering just what exactly you plan on doing about this blasphemy of sabbath...
my original thoughts were of piercing the veil of tradition and spending the holiday in solitude. then i moved my feeble brain into the orbit of comical delight, maybe FRITZ, the poor thing killed by faeries, or perhaps a clown mask and a gun just to show the world what exactly i thought of those horrendous mimes and thier other worldly taint. then, as my mind calmed to a low 747 engine hum, i came upon a REAL plan. the lovely lady blue has chanced the idea of a grasping bonfire. big. big enough to scare away the clowns and djinn and god. big enough to delight and warm the cockles, if you understand my meaning. oh there'll be ritual, don't you worry old friend. i wouldn't dream of committing this act without it. it helps to scare away the presidents and the priests. but that ritual won't necessarily be mine. i'll take my part and eat my offerings, but i'll live that night in between. i'll be watching for ghosts. spectres... i'll be divining futures and reading tea leaves, but i plan on forgetting those cryptic fortunes. i'd like to dream again. see the world exactly how it should be. that would make it all worth while.
are you celebrating? perhaps you'll wear the skin of the bastard rat, EPHRAM? his little feet dangling like trophies from your shoulder. or dress in all green, and tell people you're a ham sandwich. that would really get the bastards.
what i want is STORY. i want every little greasy detail of the night. i want things that will embarrass, and guffaw. don't worry about blood, that's what this whole fucking day is about. thrill and wonder. read between the damn lines and fill in the blank DNA. be sequencial. or total chaos. i want danger! trouble! heavy breathing and sweat. it must be precise, or sloppy. there is NO in between. truth hides in the outskirts, not in the middle. i want AZATHOTH, not dr. giggles. put the fear back. make someone cry. or faint, either one is fair game to them. shake the pillars of heaven. there is no place for tender mercies on halloween. if you want that, stay indoors and feed the fat little bugs more candy. i'm sure they need it more than me.
alright, may it is than... we'll turn this mud ball a few more times before i see you again. count your blessings, and watch for that fireball...
gargle, and be careful.
-the reverend

SEE SAW...

okay, i saw the film SAW wednesday. now it's your turn. don't give me any goddam lip! just go. save yourself the assload of embarassment, bite the bullet and go see this film! do not be the only person not FREAKING out over this amazing cinema.
FUCK SEVEN.
i'm completely serious.
and there should be trailers for THE DEVILS REJECTS(eff you, i liked house of 1000 corpses...), and HIGH TENSION-another film of the loved horror genre i have been waiting well over a year to see.
so trust me, and go to the movies for crimmineys sake.
hugs and knives,
-dom

mixed reviews...

so... my good little buddy, GONZO got stabbed the other night. he's alright, but he put the fear into us but good. ren and i went to visit him today, kinda depressing, but good to see he's upwardly mobile. i am not a fan of hospitals. maybe from the childhood view of chemotherapy, and the scare that instills. i'm awfully uncomfortable in those buildings. but you gotta do what you gotta do. and gonz needed a little support. he says he's stapled like a document. always in good humor, that kid...
on a brighter note, i got free passes to see SAW, the new horror flick coming out on friday. we'll be seeing it on wednesday. ha! i'm gonna see it with amber, or BLUE to you fine folks. i really really dig this chick. things are working out GREAT. i've never met anyone like her. i am blessed.
and of course later today i may just go and watch dawn of the dead on my friends wall. huge. loved that flick.
worked the exotic/erotic on saturday. should get for that soon. that was... interesting. lots of naked people. lots of freaky, huge, scary naked people. and a couple of dangerously hot naked people. interesting indeed.
okay, more when it happens.
much love.

fiction in 50 (see emily's blog)

at this angle along the street, the sign reads "HOTE". i don't really mind since losing 48 cents to a bum over who has bigger hands... i do. so big, i guess, that i couldn't get any more money out of my minute pocket. i miss the sound of change.

there you go.
i miss my bammer, but i really have to get a job. this random work shit is starting to get to me. it'd be alright if it wasn't so few and far between. i'm looking for anything now. kitchen or not. i don't really care. just gotta get the cash!
another great band most of you have probably already heard of is The Postal Service. i know Zack, Peet, Daniel and Ilona will REALLY appreciate it. but the rest of you should check it out too. ask me and i'll tell you the interesting story of this wonderful "band"...

i once ate an entire red candle...

okay, if you know me, if you love me... find the film "Out Foxed". watch it with both eyes open, ears perked for vital information. open you soul to it. and when you do, understand that you anger is pure. justified. true.

goodness gracious. well, sent off the kids. watched them peddle up market street as i paid off a bit more of my phone bill. back down to normal size from the tantamount sum of dinero it had previously been. we had a great couple of days, i got as much of an introduction of this town as they did. i didn't see anything i hadn't already seen, i just finally figured out how to get there. chinatown, little italy, the wharf. i now officially know how to get to these places. and they're pretty neat places for a simple midwestern boy to see. american zoetrope, kerouac alley, the wonderful little italian place Mario's. good times.
i'm going to try to get an acting gig. auditions for The Princess Bride on stage. now that sounds like a fun time.
watched more Sealab 2021 today. that show never gets old. fignuts.
blue, in her kind heartedness, bought me Real Gone, Tom Waits newest. i am overjoyed. not only is it amazing, but i think of my little puddin' unicorn snoring love knife, Bammer when i listen to it. yum.
oh yes! and you should also be good to your sense of humor and go to seanbaby.com. this guy writes for the Wave, a local rag her in sunny/yet strangely rainy lately SF. it is possibly some of the funniest shit on the web. everyone but you, mom. you'd probably hate it... he makes fun of all sorts of people. especially the stupid ones...
so there you have it. more to came, as more comes...

king of the road.

well, the kids are in town for thier bike trip. thier staying in the apartment, and making us nachos. so they say... we're going to show them the town a bit today, and they'll stay tonight, and on thier way to L.A.
a damn good time is being had, y'all. the fun is groovy. hearing road stories, and war journals is cool. i like these guys. even thought they're canadians. heh.
other than that, life is the same.
it's still warm, peet. still 80. ask alana, she'll tell you.
HA!

opening bid...?

well, i got a care package from mom the other day. i love these things. got some pot holders, and other neat knittings. but i am confused about one thing. a huge winter hat. mom, i live in SAN FRANCISCO, when am i going to need this hat? oh if it gets that cold, you better believe that thing will be on my head, but as it is with it being 80 around here, all i can do is impressions of mush mouth from fat albert. don't worry, i didn't cut any holes in it...

bookstorebookstorebookstorebookstorebookstore

yeah. still looking. got some more leads. yup. getting old. yeah. sure. yup...
spent the last few days helping blue(or bammer, or the Ambler, or gimp-a-saurus, or MUH-FIN...) keep an eye on her friends house. she's a professor, and is out of town for like 10 days. so we sit around, eat her food, and watch movies. and some other stuff too...
ren bought FABLE, a game for the xbox, which is mine. we watched him play. i might get into it sometime soon, but i doubt it. too much to do. oh well.
oh well, more when the time comes.

cough, wheeze, ah-CHOO!

well, i am sick. actually, i feel better today. went to see Garden State yesterday. it was amazing. a beautiful story. and i got to see it with blue, so it was extra special. spent the rest of the day laying around trying to beat this head cold. though i was sick, it was a great day. all day in the hands of a lovely woman. she's kinda beat up herself right now with her leg in a cast and her evil jumping shoulder. but we just layed around. reading and babbling. we spend more time giggling about ourselves than anyone i can imagine.
paid off more of the old phone bill. guh. at least they won't turn it off. i would be pretty helpless with out it.
other than that, its all the same. no work other than random security stuff, and comic books are nice. i hope i get some more money soon, for Real Gone is calling me. i must have new Tom Waits. must... have...
maybe i'll just be a horrible person and download it...
my brain feels like folded tapioca.

strong arm

well, i spent all day saturday working security. LOVE PARADE, which is normally held in Berlin, Germany was here in sf. a rag-tag crew of miscreants was formed by the small security company, Yojimbo and put to work. i got the request from the roomie, and joined in the fun. it was a really cool time. no violence, minimal stupidity, and a bunch of crappy house music. all i did was make sure random drunks didn't piss behind the port-o-potties. it was an all day event. there actually was a parade, and it was full of wacky club kids. all dressed in thier retarded finery. i'm no fashion maven, but these freaks looked BAD. colours no human should be allowed to mix. but thats what drugs do to the minds of the youth... rebel by being hard to look at. after the festivities i was asked to help at one of the local after parties, at a club called MIGHTY. a bunch of the float people were there to dance the night away, after dancing the day away. and they did in droves. i was put work for manual labor at first, chucking iron barriers around till there was adequate party truck and dance space, then sent off to the random corners of the floor for reconnisence. watched alot of drunks dance like epileptics at a strobe convention. i LOVE security work. my entire job consists of people watching. which i do 24/7 anyway. now i get paid for it. the guys i worked for at the parade said there's lots more security work coming up. i am glad. i like the work, i really do. it's not cooking, and i get to hang out in clubs, which is actually fun again. and the crews i've worked with are really cool kats. if there is any trouble, they're there in a heartbeat. and there hasn't been any real trouble yet.
as for the hardware store, it looks like they don't need me. i think they would have called by now. oh well, keep a chin up and all that. there are a bunch more leads i got from a friend here, so i really ain't worried. i got some money in my pocket, so the bills are paid, and there is food on my lips. and in my belly. tomarrow its back to the grindstone. pay the phone bill, call about some work. see if i can catch the little lady for a while.
"gonna go uptown, gonna get myself straight. gonna go see my momma, see if i got myself a date. time is burnin' out, comin' right down to the wire. i gotta do somethin' to get myself higher."
i'm gonna move right in...