my santa is sexy!

well, tis the friggen season. so far the tally is at:
3 pair white socks
3 pair misc. striped boxer shorts (for the roominess of them...)
kaada/patton- romances (AMAZING!)
a jake blues toy which is partner to thorens elwood blues toy
money!
and a great big tv!
blue bought me a friggen tv for x-mas. i really dig this girl. you'd think new relationship, variable interests. guys watch too damn much tv, i'd get a book or some smelly cologne. nope. a tv to watch stupid movies and play star wars on all dang night long. she's perfect for me.
watch out for the church of the jedi. it is coming. and i fear we may have a sith attack on said church if we're not careful. the light is the way. peace and serenity.
may the force be with you.

the goods

okay, i really like my job at virgin. i got two free cd's yesterday. all cause the people who came in, bought stuff... don't ask me, thats how it was explained. anyway i got Kaada/Patton which is, to say the least AMAZING. the dude really can do no wrong in my book. and i picked up Metallica-Master of Puppets. cause its good, dammit! don't give me that look... it happens to be the best metallica album, and my true introduction to metal. so kiss my butt.
saw a guy the other day who had the "Innsmouth Look". for those of you who don't know h.p. lovecraft, the innsmouth look is a fishy/froggy look. you know, big bulging eyes, wide flat mouth. gray pallor, short and stocky. this guy stared at me and i stared back, and we were thinking the same thing, "he knows!"

needy...

a list of things i am in the process of aquiring. unfinished.
1)a flashlight for security work at the club. good, solid, small and bright as hell to scare the crap out of drunks.
i will name it "TORTURE".
2)a television. i am currently using my roommates tv for my viewing pleasures. which gets in the way often, and he likes to bug me by playing Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2 on MY xbox, on his tv whilst i whine like a hungry kitten in the corner.
3)Boots. big black shiny mudhole stompers. i'd really like to have a pair of solid tank boots again, cause they are functionally easy as crap to put on, and they look groovy. i like straps... alas, it seems pretty effing hard to find the elusive tanker in this town at the moment, so i may just go for a good pair of construction boots. my widdle feeties are killing me...
4)Blacks. that would be the desired work uniform for the security dude at most of the clubs. dark, like the night. silent as a ninja, and high on red bull. black pants, black boots, black shirts. i have a bunch of black shirts, a good solid pair of ben davis black pants(comfy!), and a really rad jacket. so i don't really have to get this stuff, it would just be nice to have more...
5)more ink. (VERY IMPORTANT!) i have and addiction... i will have more tattoos soon. most of you out of state will be suprised when next we meet. i have a few connections in the area, so i am in the process of paring down the possible ink slingers. soon, my friends, soon. i will wear the dreaded Elder Sign to protect me from the great old ones. Nyarlithotep, beware...
more later when i have more time to think.
P.S.- hey OZEL! where precisely the fuck is my goddamn ZOMBIE TAT DESIGN!? come on man, i am FREAKING out...
one love

task force...

so here i am at work. i decided i had to drop a line from the jobby job. i spent most of the goddamn day standing at the front door greeting people and checking random bags for non-reciept product, to which i of course found none. now, the deal is everybody gets door time for the first hour-hour and a half of thier shift, but oooohhh no, not when there's a new guy to take advantage of. so i have spent approximately 6-6 1/2 hours standing there. i got cooks knees, and their going out on me when i'm sitting at home anyway, this standing around crap ain't cutting it. but i will survive, knees intact hopefully, cause its a damn good job, and the crew i work with is killer cool. i just gotta get my sea legs. and maybe a walker. god i'm a baby...

we don't need no stinking badges...

well, i finally did it. i got a job. actually i got two. in one day. both jobs i REALLY wanted. HA! moneymoneymoneymoneymoney... i am now at virgin megastore doing loss prevention aka security work, no badges or guns, but we do have handcuffs. and at Mezzanine, a local club of some repute. i'll be working friday night for the FATBOY SLIM show, and newyears eve 8pm till 8am. i can't wait. now i feel better. heh, now i have to go to work so i'll post more as it happens... oh and Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2 is RAD!
smootches!

we don't need no stinking badges...

well, i finally did it. i got a job. actually i got two. in one day. both jobs i REALLY wanted. HA! moneymoneymoneymoneymoney... i am now at virgin megastore doing loss prevention aka security work, no badges or guns, but we do have handcuffs. and at Mezzanine, a local club of some repute. i'll be working friday night for the FATBOY SLIM show, and newyears eve 8pm till 8am. i can't wait. now i feel better. heh, now i have to go to work so i'll post more as it happens... oh and Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2 is RAD!
smootches!

hi ho hi ho...

going to work tonight at cat club. doing trainwreck's job. stamping approval and allowing entrance. i keep hearing about all these jobs but thier all for random shit... security here, door work there, barbacking somewhere else... never steady. it is grating on me, amongst others. and i'm still waiting to hear from virgin. i hear tell they are going to hire me, but the big boss hasn't called me yet. i've sent out probably 15 resume's to various kitchens and stores over the last three days, and i've heard nothing back. i keep getting these random jobs, which by the way, no matter how much i bitch they're still the most fun i've had in a "work" environment in a LLLOOOONNNGGGG time, but all they seem to do is catch me up to some of my debt. phone bill, rent, food. that stuff. i'm really fucking sick of catching up. but hey, whatever can pay the bills, right? ren is working too much to work on any music right now, so the songs are on a backburner, which is good, cause i'm focusing on getting too much work. it usually works out that i have nothing for a while, them magically nine different places want me, so where are they...?
on a happy/pointy thingy note, we're going to help a young lady move into the fine burg here, and she sent us presents for the offer, brand spanking new knives! i have a kershaw Boa. made for my poor off handed brother lefties, it has a slight trigger in the back. see, most folding knives are made for you right handed control freaks, cause there are more of you, and you have the logic, whereas i am easily confused and tend to be startled by shiny things. ahh, the life of a southpaw...
ooh! and i got a sweet pair of old school puma's! they are rad! there was a big shoe fashion show thing at Mezzanine, one oh ren's 952 jobs, and he ghosted gibson and i into the festivities last night. t-shirts and shoes, and models everywhere, YAY! and peanut butter wolf spun wax. that's djing, mom. if you don't know who he is, you should look him up. a pert neet turntablist, if i do say so myself. also, looks like i may be working during fat boy slim, also at mezz, if they need the help, and new years eve. that'll go till 8 in the goddam morning though. guh. i like the clubs here, good, solid work and it's fun. the people who go out to the clubs... leave something to be desired. oh well, it's bread and butter for another week. or, burritoes and soda, anyway.
oh yeah, and spiderman 2 is RAD. but then, i like spies like us, so you probably should be careful with what i say...

BACK TO THE BEACH WAS A RAD MOVIE...

i saw surfers the other day. real live, not on tv surfers. one of them was even surfing, sort of... i've never actually seen surfers other than in movies and espn specials. interesting.
here's a friggen list for ya, i got the itch.

people or things i have deified in my own little world:
Bill Hicks-Dark Prophet " its just a ride."
Marvin Gaye-Love uncompromised for the world around us.
Louie Armstrong-Voice of angels. and the 7th trumpet of the end.
HP Lovecraft-Seer into the abyss. Prophet of Doom
Clutch-Pure Rock Fury, the sound of existence
Quantum Physics-My religion of "Wha!?"
Tom Waits-What god will sound like when i meet it.
Mike Patton-a pantheon unto himself

and of course, Cthulhu. but we golf together, so i guess he's more like my friend...
awaiting instructions from on high,
-dom

a place for everything, and everything in it's place...

okay, here's a list of the crap i've been imbibing lately...

books:
Dr. Bloodmoney- Philip K. Dick
more, i must have MORE! is my mind supposed to feel like alien brain waves are tearing it into tiny, bite sized chunks? cause thats exactly whats happening...
Burning Chrome-William Gibson
read Johnny Mnuemonic and you'll understand why industrial music is nowhere as cool as it should be. i want a killing floor in my house...
Hellblazer, Hard Times- Brian Azzarello
poor guy. he has the entire comics industry to save resting heavily on his shoulders. thank gods he is the man who will do it.
Hellboy, Weird Tales- Misc.
okay, i get it. the other guys can write about HB too. Mike, baby, just gimee a little more from the mind of the main man. please...?
Wanted
FINNISH THE FUCKING STORY!

music:
Joy Division-Permanent
get this goddam album! your life may very well depend on it... the man is made of PAIN.
Nomeansno-Why Do They Call Me Mr. Happy?
angry canadians... need i say more? and i found a nomeansno button while listening to them on the street in the HAIGHT. if that isn't fate, i don't know what is...
Handsome Boy Modelling School-White People
anyone with the class to work with Mike Patton is a friend of mine...
White Stripes- Elephant and White Blood Cells
guh... music so good it makes my pants too small.

movies:
Dawn of the Dead
kill my zombie posse, kill.
Chronicles of Riddick
eff you. i liked the freakin' flick.
Club Dread
see above comment...
The Machinist
what an ugly film. i love ugly...
Saw
white knuckled the entire time. and somebody was crushing my hand in fear. good fear.
Ju On
white kids are fucking scary!

well, there you go. my list. i'm sure i'll have more soon. if'n you got anything to add, or to recommend let me know. i'm always in the market. but if it sucks, i'll skewer you with mockery...
smootches!

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well, i am now a barback. i help the 'tenders keep thier shit stocked and cold. and i get tips out of it. werd. looks like i'll be working this saturday at a new space for club type stuff, at a rave.
i hate ravers. candy necklace, plastic jewelry, baggy panted shits. bu it'll be good cash. 5:30 till 4 in the morning... fun. i'm old, but it think i can make it. wish me luck, and hope my hip doesn't go out on me....

baby, i got your money...

the Dirt Dog is gone... no more shall we join under the banner of big baby jesus. Old Dirty Bastard is dead. long live Dirt McGirt!
tonight i will cry bloody tears, and dry my eyes with foodstamps.
goodnight, sweet prince.

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...