boy oh boy...

yup. folsom street fair. what fun.
uh, maybe it was blown up too much by everyone i know, or maybe i was just not in the mood for it, or maybe i wasn't drunk and naked, but it was not all it was cracked up to be. i have not been in the mood to deal with other people, and that fucking fair is filled with drunken, naked, gross, old, other people. well, i saw it. everyone said i had to, and i did. pbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbththth... so there.
guh. i need $130 by the 6th, or my phone is gonna get shut off. and another $60 by the 16th. i have an interview on tuesday with a birthday party lined up that night. i desperately don't want to go, right now. i'm sure i'll be fine by tuesday, but as it is, i LOATHE the idea. i'm in a bad mood. no, i'm in a shitty mood. it happens sometimes. fuck it. i'm gonna go stew for a while.
calgon, take me away...

spot on, danger mouse...

well, here you go. i have a job interview on tuesday with a hardware store. they just need a cashier, so it's pretty much what i'm looking for. cross your fingers for me... i went to the super secret after hours/speak easy thing to help put in the security camera last night. i was told it would be about two hours of work. six hours later we ran a huge friggen ladder back to the club we borrowed it from, at THREE in the fucking morning... guh. i get to go down there tonight to work the door. and read. alot. got a little side action helping out at the cat club the other night. watching the young lady working coat check. she was a bit "tipsy" and "tired". so i counted her drawer, checked and watched coats and generally kept the peace for a couple hours. made a bit more scratch, and went home to sleep.
tomorrow is folsom street fair. oh boy. lots of leather daddies, and naked people. drinking. heavily. everybody i know loves this fair, so it should be fun. and thorens birthday is also on tuesday, when we will party like its armageddon. with fire from the sky, and cannibalism... yay!

on a side note: i have been waiting patiently(on the outside...) for a certain someone to CALL me. i have been worried sick(on the inside...) that your feet have fallen off, and you for some unknown reason don't want to tell me about it. i don't wanna bug you, but i would like to know how you're doing. i miss you and your snoring and your giggling and your sweet little tush. so CALL A MOTHERFUCKER ALREADY! i feel like someones chocolate is all up in my peanut butter. hook a brother up, damn...

things i am REALLY fond of...

RC cola
baby unicorn snoring
Lovecraft
hugs (yup, i'm a big puss, deal with it...)
sage and patton
dogs that like people
my ORPHANS t-shirt
live music
SHAUN OF THE DEAD
"you're gonna get it..."

yup. went to see SHAUN OF THE DEAD last night with Blue. great stuff, really funny and good. big thanx to ren and gib, they got me the tix. word. trying to get hired by virgin megastore. its right by the apartment, and its full of movies and music i want. got to get out of the apartment for a bit today, get me a job. nothing special to report, just the same old same old. thats what the list is for, couldn't think of anything more creative, its early for me...

it's gonna be one of those mornings...

so here i am, going back and forth from craigslist to myspace to the misc. blogs i watch. i'm looking for a job, watching my friends stumble through yet another day, and trying to be creative and witty. i would like to be a bruiser. that would be solid work. i'd stand there and look intimidating, break a few legs, rough a few people up. it'd make for some good stories. after the show tomarrow ren and i will start working on beats. we'll get sean in on it, and collect some more beats from him then it will be on to the writing phase. we're looking at something angry. angry music always wakes me up. it pokes me in the ribs, goads me on to do something stupid, but self satisfying. i'm trying to rearrange my life around getting work. angry music helps. clutch, faith no more, and nomeansno are staples in my life, i see no reason they should take a sideline when i'm in a good mood. in fact, they're usually more relevant then... hyperactive. thats the call of the day. i need to freak out a little. well, i am freaking out, but i need some scratch in my pocket to get a good long stretch of freak. more tattoos, better clothes since i invariably rip all of mine to shreds, a t.v., a monitor for the little computer that might, boots boots boots, new glasses, egg salad sandwiches, you know... stuff like that. mmmmmm, egg salad. sorry for the lack of explitive, or prose, i'm just not feeling that poetic today. poop on it if you like, i'm tired...

ha ha, i win you f#$@ers!

oh i'm sorry, is that my shit eating grin your tripping over? yeah, it's gonna be there for a while. just watch where you step...
how does this happen? i mean, i get it, i understand the quantum mechanics of it. i can see the gears and particles and waves of it, the brain chemistry changing. i get THAT. but what the hell!? how? where? when?
just a month ago. a small month. 3o something days past. nothing. now, every small gesture, every glance, every single sweet syllable sold into my feebled mind makes me grin like a fucking lunatic.
guh.
i am awed. amazed. how did we reach the exact same conclusion? two COMPLETELY different backgrounds. completely different histories. same friggen view. same IDEA. same plan.
shit.
thats it. its over. i win! gold star, blue ribbon.
pizza, otis, the woods, clutch, patton, discussion of underwear, i mean for christ sake, she likes NOMEANSNO!?! how the hell does that happen? it's not fair. i feel like i'm cheating. a step ahead of everyone else. i got what i WANTED.
guh.
yeah, so sorry if i randomly twitch and giggle with joy. sorry if i keep showing you my ugly tooth, but i can't shut my friggen mouth. it's just too much effort to try to not smile. i am so goddamn happy.
guh.

up and up...

yup. things are still looking good after one month. movement. forward progress. shit like that. i better understand lyrics borns latest album now. i've been listening to it on the bart, and wandering around the city. it seems to make even more sense after you've been in this town for a while. funky.
the weather is pretty crazy, its 80 and sunny all day until around 6 or 7, then magically it cools down. if you don't have a hoodie or coat at this time, you're gonna shiver. its rad. we've finished all the main shots of the video, and are now more or less moving on to post-production. i have a great little cameo, shooting craps with TEXTBINDER from MR. LEXICON. word. and there are a few others among the mix. all in all, good stuff.
its really cool to get out with the roomies. we've been out constantly, leaving enough down time for extra-curricular activities. my head is clearing, and i want to write music. yum. the idea alone tastes good.
and of course, there's the girl. what a dork! i love it. lord of the rings, it's cool! took a trip to dark harvest, a very cool bookstore in berkeley with her. i was floored. more lovecraft and moorcock than i thought possible. most of the moorcock stuf was SIGNED! guh. we geeked out for a while and wandered towards the comic shop in the big b, and low and behold it was gone. dissappeared for good. bastards. ah well, time to check some of the other spots and see how they hold up.
yes. i am happy to be here. now, i MUST FIND WORK!

guh.

you have no idea... i thought i'd lost that last post. it wouldn't send on either of the computers i used. but, like magical faeries in the computer, it just appeared today. i wrote that yesterday. my mind is folding...
-dom

cave in...

soon the windows will be blanketed over. all but the one remaining openable one. there, we'll hang an intricate pulley/basket system for supplies. food, water, butane torch, you know... survival equipment. bariccade the doors, get the computer running, we'll need that for the internet work, to keep the money rolling in. and for checking up on the state of the outside world. to know for sure why it is we've locked ourselves away. holed up in the tiny room. we'd sneak out when no one is looking, gone for the day or in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep to use the facilities. hygene is still important. we'll make little presents and slide them under the door for random passers-by. bits of tinfoil we salvage from the aluminum helmets we wear to block the alien mind rays. postcards from places we've never been. pictures of people we don't know. pieces of straw, or lint from our home made clothes. tied up with strange things like teeth, or hair. giggling and guffawing at random inside jokes that are so insane and scary that to hear them would make your hair bleach white. we would watch movies all day, and sleep sweaty every night, hot under heavy covers and comforters. curled up like puppies seeking mothers warmth. random, inane scientific experiments would take up whatever time necessity allows. training flies as secret, covert spies, and consumption through osmosis. we would practice magic tricks with cards, and hula-hooping. we'll hang toy parts from our clothing, like hunting prizes. like wookie braids from boba-fetts shoulder. if times get lean, i'll start a church. tithes from random pedestrians, dropped in the basket will offer a screaming blessing, full of spit and food particles from a nameless babbling great old one followed by a wink and a smile. then wave them on their way, so everyone in line can have the blessing. we'll blow kisses at people on the street, and see if we can knock them over. we'll take time out of our busy day to play a very short game of bocce ball, or lawn bowling as the americans call it. the thumping and clatter as we knock over all the cardboard shelving will be astounding. consider it "code orange" heaven. we'll have plastic and duct tape over every available seal, but we will love it. we'll coo, and twitter. we'll smile all by ourselves. while ghostbusters plays on six televisions behind us, repeating over and over and over.

blue.

strange things are afoot. with the insurgence of society on my quiet little world, i've come to know new things, meet new people. some large and imposing but quite jovial. others smaller, quiet natured, with random outbursts of amazing absurdity. of the former, i'm pleased as punch to associate with. the reigndeer games offer a wonderful acceptance to me. but the latter, oh my little darlings, the latter has me flabbergasted.
i spend a lot of time here staring off. down unknown streets and dark alleys. up impossible hills, trying to slice through fog to what can only be utopia beyond my line of sight. but now i find myself staring at a more terrestrial being. watching with strangled eyes, squinting for fear of loosing one of these precious orbs. i babble in bursts of history, personal and world, and fidget. "am i sweating?" i ask myself constantly. i still wear the same pair of pants for three days straight, i still sleep close to the wall, i still wake up like a bear, grubling and growling at the first people i see as i walk to the bathroom in my invader zim boxers, and i still chew my nails incessantly. and yet, everything feels... odd. good odd. delightfully odd. standing on my desk and making fun of the teacher odd. like i'm winning odd.
anyway, the universe is returning to my calloused fingertips, and it has bright blue hair...

sweet repose

oh dear friends, the lexicon show was a BLAST! everything i wanted it to be and more. so fun. great time, lots of cool people, and good, good music. i'll be helping out at the show next month, doing door, or something, so i'll get to enjoy it again, immensely...
on a stranger note, ren and i got dragged out to a BEAR street fair. for those of you not in the know, bears are guys who are and dig other hairy big guys. interesting times for a small dago such as myself. ah well, life is something that must be experienced. or at least watched from afar, like a zoo...
noodge.

ia ia cthulhu fthagn

yes thats right, a 30 foot long giant squid was caught or dragged up off the coast of the canary island in spain. will the sunken city of r'lyeh be next discovered? hurricane charley? friday the 13th? are these the signs? only nyarlithotep and the fist of azathoth can be sure...
okay, back to reality... got up and helped gib, my roommate, put up the stage for the lexicon show tonight. good to learn the ins and outs of the club a bit more. since i seem to have been dropped into the ensign position around there. pretty much my "job" is running random small errands like getting shots for the doormen and finding so-and-so for some other so-and-so to talk to... you know, like gopher on the love boat. whatever, anyway i can't wait for the show, its going to be really friggen cool, and ren says he's gonna jump up on stage in a green bunny suit for the magical mr. lexicon song "shit tunnel". sorry mom... still waiting for the call from the kitchen spot, but i'm patient... smootches to all,
-dom

evil doesn't pay...

...but it sure is handy in a knife fight. yuppers, it looks like the kid really does stay in the picture. cut my hair today. it was buzzed around the sides and back, as per the usual, and today i got a bug up my butt and cut all the stragglers on top in half. clean and ready for action. looks like a bit of video news for vox machina, in the next three weeks we'll be shooting around the frisky, and cameoing the crap out of it. just a bunch of the locals, some celebrity like lexicon, and the kids from the neighborhood. pre-production right now, more when it happens... look for me when it comes out. i'll be there. mr. lexicon show on saturday. gonna be GOOD... hopefully i won't be stuck in the kitchen at the Pound till after saturday... pray for me.
boggely boo,
-dom

peanut gallery

yo, check my comments out, dawg...
yup, i am smart. in some circles... leave a comment or 9076. i don't mind at all.
smootches.

gone fission

it is wednesday. where are you right now? on a bus in mpls? on the bart? san frisky is strange and new and wonderful and still strange. no doubledecker bicycles, no winter coats, no peet or o-draws or daniel or keegs. i see everything like an anthropologist/quantum physicist/new born. it's all new and bright, different. not scary different... wild, fascinating different. mad scientist, controlling the world thanks to the power of steam, different. i feel clear. clean. awake and alert. i'm soaking up all of the information like some sort of monstrous behemoth sponge or hard drive. sifting, constantly sifting through it all. adapting.
being aware feels really good.
thank you.

back to the front...

so here's the deal. it looks like i might get hooked up with a job at one of the local watering holes/nightclubs, but it will be in the kitchen. i desperately don't want to cook, but it'll be a really good chance to get in the door. working at some of these places would be rad, and there are a few of them. i would really like to get in at the door somewhere. just i.d. people and chill out, but if cooking is gonna get me there, i'll do it. i'm also gonna go to borders. i got an application from them, and will send shortly. i don't really want to work there, but it'll pay the bills. and i got the skills, sorta... other than that, i had my first meeting with the other gentlemen of PARAPHAN, and it went very nicely. i knew two of the three already, and had met the other guy briefly, but never sat down with all of them. we're promoting a show at KEMO'S for Vox Machina and Mr. Lexicon next month, it should be friggen cool. small company, small times. other than that, i have been having a great time out partying with the roommates, scaring the women folk, and generally causing a bit of havoc upon this fine california city. i love my life.
noodge.

would you like fries with that?

well, here i am, and now i need a job. i still got a bit of scratch left, but i think it would be a good idea to get started soon. i think i have an interim thing working the door at a local bar, one of the notorios three roomies tends there, but it will be random and in between, and under the radar if you know what i'm sayin'... i gotta get the cash flowing, ramen does not agree with me for very long. flyered on haight for the label today, gonna sell cd's on market tomarrow, keep the blood pumping, and the legs moving. yup, even without a j o b things are definately looking up. for you kids in mpls, i miss you, love you, and i hope to see you soon. everybody else gotta wait in line...

i'm not your friggen monkey...

so when i got here i have to admit, the idea was starting to scare me. you know, the same old, "i'm here in a strange place, i only know like three people, and i have no idea where i am." thing. but as of last night, i met a crapload of really cool kats. its insane how quickly all that anxiety flips over on itself. i am a happy little dago.

seat backs and tray tables...

so there was this boy, and this boy wanted to move to San Franciso. he mailed away all of his little life in a series of 37 little boxes, and got on a plane. the plane was supposed to go to Phoenix,but the airline, in thier infinite wisdom decided not to got there. instead, they sent the boy on a much worse flight to Las Vegas. this flight was supposed to get to the airport so the boy could get on another plane, a creation that struck deadly fear in the heart of the boy, and finish the trail to San Francisco. but alas, Odin, Shiva and the almighty Jesus seemed against the boy from the beginning. he was delayed in Vegas and forced to spend the night in a plush, posh downtown hotel meeting a white guy bhuddist, an army soldier just back from Iraq, and a Pot head real estate agent from Utah. when morning came, and much fun was forgot, the boy got on another deathtrap, er, plane and flew off towards the western state to spend the rest of the day opening presents, and sleeping, which would soon become the rest of his life.
the end.

WELCOME TO SPACE

so here i am, still in mpls. waiting for the rocketships to pick me up. i have been declared the ambassador from space. thanks to the habitrail that is the downtown skyway system. soon, my posts will be  over 1900 miles away...

if you lived here, you'd be home by now...

so here i am at my parents house, waiting for the terrible twosome to arrive by giant metal bird. i have no idea what airline they are using, so i'm sending a psychic message to them on the plane, er... bird, to call and let me know. otherwise, i stand just inside the terminal, not a good word in an airport by the way, randomly screaming thier names. one step closer to arrest. ah well, soon they'll be here with a story to tell, and then i'll be there with a limited amount of money and no job. if you could see inside my head right now, i'd be laughing maniacally. and bleeding.