one of the secret weapons of buzznet

is mr mark edge

who turned me on to lots of cool music including The Bronx

who just happen to be from Los Angeles, yeeee-uh

they just wrapped up a residence at spaceland

heres their video for They Will Kill Us All (Without Mercy)

and a live version of that tune in Sydney, Australia

because South Australian girls like to party

probably the best new band in LA, next to Silly

random advice from karisa

me: ok check it
i saw a 12 pack of name brand condoms aat the 99 cents store
durex i think
ribbed for her pleasure
do ladies really get pleasure from those things
ps your answer will go on my blog

Karisa: haha- no, they don’t.
at least i never felt a difference
it all feels like latex to me!

me: its just enough to stare in the eyes of your lover as hes about to take you?
everything else is just butterflies and cupcakes?

Karisa: hahah- not maybe since i was 18

me: question two, should a man buy his condoms at the ninety nine cents store – even if its a name brand manufacturer like durex.

Karisa: well-
i’ve gotten them off of ebay
if they aren’t expired
don’t appear tampered-with
99 cent store is cheap
but they are large enough where they can be sued for selling defective materials
i don’t know if it is the same rule that applies to ‘salon hair products’- which are only guaranteed when sold in a salon
but i doubt that is the case

me: final question
condom ettiquette

some chicks dont like it when you flush the condom down their precious toilet
and some dont like it in toilet paper in their waste basket
what are your thoughts?

Karisa: well i don’t think you should flush it-
that isn’t good for the septic system
but it depends on their situation, i guess
involved and you shouldn’t be there?? [wink]

me: cough… magnum

Karisa: as long as it is in the garbage, wrapped, it is fine

me: thank you so much for your advice

Karisa: hahah- it is hardly advice [wink]
but your welcome

superhero princess + pauly + colin + tankboy + ashley

haloscan wont let me close comments

and i dont really like limiting speech anyway, but thank you all for your nice words on my summer vacation post.

i have a good friend who can see into the future. the bible says that its cheating if you go to a medium, but that doesnt mean that im not sometimes tempted. hell, im all the time tempted.

the only thing i would ask her is how long will this summer vacation last for. that way i would know whether to go on an excellent road trip or just go to vegas for the weekend and meet japanese girls.

i dont think im reading enough bukowski. if theres one thing that the master has taught us is youre going to get fired. or better yet, youre going to be unemployed a bunch. that you should just go with the flow.

no one ever said everythings gonna work out.

even in the bible moses never made it to the promised land.

when i wrote down the things i did at buzznet i did it for a few reasons. the first was to remind myself because i have a terrible memory.

the second was to remind myself of things that can happen if i get out of the house. deep down im terribly shy and i enjoy the comfort of a small dark house high speed internet directv and one or two cheerleaders. not only going to parties but hosting parties is pretty much out of my comfort zone. and airplane travel is something that i’ll leave to the businessmen and people who roll around their carryon.

and the third reason was remind myself to stay in jobs where i can get paid to do the things that i love.

today i dropped off the laptop and camera and it was all smiles and handshakes. and yes i do plan on continuing to use their wide array of products. i was in before i worked there, id be silly to stop after taking some of their money. if you recall bill veeck worked one summer for the cubs and it was his idea to plant the ivy out there. later he would end up owning the white sox for many years. but if you remember when he retired youd see him out int he bleachers at wrigley with his shirt off, his wooden leg glimmering in the sun, and his cup of beer beside him.

its 11am and im back in my pajamas as acdc is on. for those about to rock. when i got home there was a big box at my front door. what was in the box? a little bong was in it. there was a note of encouragement and it was signed “the fans”. next to the box was the biggest baggie ziplock ive ever seen tucked into a manilla envelope. inside ziplock it was buldging full of what the kids call weed.

unfortunately im straight edge now. and its not even like that shit would work on me anymore, but i do appreciate the gesture. and someone worthy might come by needing something like that.

what i need is exactly what im getting, good weather, good music, a healthy stream of pornography thank you ladies, and of course good health.

yesterday i went to the doctor for my check up after he cured me. he told me that i had normal blood pressure, no diseases, and low cholestorol. the first person i thought of was karisa because she knows exactly the sort of drive-thru diet that i have and she is constantly on my ass about my cholestorol and i called her as soon as i left him and i was all ha ha! the doc says some people just process it better than others. but i told him i was going to start playing basketball again which is true. compton high wednesday nights bitches.

which brings me back to the nudes. who are you people? i love you! that is all.

today will consist of taking a good inventory of my fantasy baseball teams, a visit to frys electronics to return some defective merchandise – surprise, a rental of xmen 2 so i can see xmen 3, avoiding writing a book, avoiding reading a book, actually re-reading Cruddy which i highly recommend, ten sit ups, a very long shower.

and avoidence of filling up my tank because full tanks could lead to very long road trips without the proper house sitter laundry mix cd creation impromptu ridiculousness.

and then i wouldnt be around for when flagrant formally asks me to be her private bodyguard. which of course would consist of me hiring an actual bodyguard at half my rate and being her chauffer with the profits.

you people laugh but if britney spears hasnt taught you anything shes taught you the importance of a good chauffer.

so to review, read bukowski, read the bible, read veeck as in wreck, read cruddy and learn from britney. peaceout. ps i talked to chris in africa on saturday and she was all hollywood where you at. i was all hey have you taught those people the macarena yet? and she laughed and said no. and i was all good let me teach it to them. and she was all be my guest and laughed and laughed.

listen to tsar

flagrant disregard + her roadtrip pics + ann e ferris + raspberry at sasquatch

i was thinking about not writing on here this summer

and just posting videos with a little clarifying text to go along with it.

an extended caption of sorts.

but i dont think you people would let me get away with that.

in 1986 the replacements were in a difficult situation.

they had just signed with Sire Records, a division of Warner Bros who had seen great success with acts like madonna, talking heads, and depeche mode. unfortunately on Let It Be, their last record at the independent minnesotan lable Twin/Tone, the Mats had recorded a beautiful mostly-instrumental track called “Seen Your Video” which ends “seen your video/it’s phony rock n roll/we dont wanna know/we dont wanna know”…

the final lyrics, it is assumed come at the end of the tune when MTV would show the band’s name and album title, etc.

the replacements had never released a video for any of thier singles, up until that point, complaining among other concerns – idealistic and otherwise – that they were too ugly to be in a video.

but most of the time they simply said that videos were lame and took away from the personal and unique experience that each person has with music.

1986 found the Replacements on basically a major label and homie didnt play that no-video hippie bullshit. but the replacements were these quasi punk quasi godfathers and forefathers of grunge. they couldnt just release a video as soon as signing to sire.

and yet they had to. the label had signed them in order to sell records and in the 80s everyone had a video in hopes of it getting on mtv.

so the replacements gave in and in doing so made the greatest video of all time.

a still camera, a throbbing speaker, an unidentified hand and cigarette, and in the end, violence. as a record spins.

in black n white.

far too good for mtv who raved about it on 120 minutes and even on the headbanger’s ball, but sometimes its just too bad if youre too good and Tim never took off despite being one of the greatest records of the 80s, and what some consider the Replacements’ best ever. like me.

yesterday a topless college girl in washington performed a very nice reworking of the classic on whats gotta be near its 20-year anniversary.

“bastards of young” (westerberg)

God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung

Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled

And Pete’s pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten

We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons…

Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, there’ll ain’t no beer tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
And Pete’s pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten

We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons…

Willingness to claim us,
ya got no word to name us

The ones who love us best are the ones we’ll lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best

The ones who love us least are the ones we’ll die to please
If it’s any consolation, I don’t begin to understand them

We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young

The daughters and the sons

take a shower take a shower take a shower

i believe the young lady was almost one years old when the LP was released.

larger version of the pants video + westerberg, skyway acoustic + replacements live 1981 customer