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...

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.