for some reason this video makes me wanna cry and laugh

and be scared and be happy

it makes me super happy that im doing the job that im doing right now

and for some reason it gives me confidence that if something terrible happens and i lose this, my dream job, that it will be ok because i love new crap and since so many new crap jobs are being created and needed each day maybe i can learn how to do that new crap job faster than the next person.

for some reason it makes me wanna sing the song “do you realize by the flaming lips”

for some reason it makes me wanna drive to the midwest and kiss girls and then eat ice cream with em

for some reason it makes me happy that its 7:30pm and i am in downtown LA and i only have a few more things to do before i eat tacos at a taco truck with a girl whos half persian and half mexican and who sounds like paris hilton

for some reason this video makes me thrilled and amazed that 64 yr old blogger sent it to me, not any of my “hip” friends or any of my super “wired” readers.

Do you realize – that you have the most beautiful face

Do you realize – we’re floating in space

Do you realize – that happiness makes you cry

Do you realize – that everyone you know someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes – let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It’s hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn’t go down
It’s just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do you realize – Oh – Oh – Oh

Do you realize – that everyone you know
Someday will die –

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes – let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It’s hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn’t go down
It’s just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do you realize – that you have the most beautiful face
Do you realize

GWAR is playing tonight at the House of Blues on the fabulous Sunset Strip

I love them so.

This Toilet Earth is one of my all time favorite cds.

yet for some reason i never knew until today that they had recorded this Alice Cooper cover.

im so outta the loop with the kids.

anyways, only problem i have with this song is its too clean. too perfect. GWAR is mean and aggressive and unpolished – theyre no Harry Pussy, but this song almost sounds like it might accidentally get played on the radio. Shiver.

the other thing i dont like about it is that song is a Guitar Hero song. Meaning a song i cant listen to any more without seeing those colored notes tearing down the guitar neck. life blows.

she tried to reverse booty call me

i was all, do you realize what youre doing? she just laughed quietly. had this annoying way of asking questions when shes asked questions. i was all youre on question restriction.

she was like whats question restriction?

i said ok see, that was a question. alls you ever ask are questoins. theres a few things you need to start doing if you want me to answer your questions, i said, the first is you gotta stop with the questions, the next is youve gotta make out with me way more, next you either have to get nakeder or put on funnier clothes.

she was all funnier clothes?

i said, again, thats more questions. yes funnier clothes, top hats, monocles, fishing gaters

she said dont you mean gators?

i was like is that a question or is that a statement?

she was all how come you get to ask questions and i dont? isnt that sexism?

i said now youre doubling up on your questions. put on a top hat.

and i gotta say at first it was cute so maybe its my fault but then it wore on me.

so i said, ok, lets do this. its late. and i like this idea of gators. lets double reverse booty call. how about this. we each get two phone calls. i get two you get two. we each can booty call two people, winner is the one who can get someone over here whos willing to put on a gator and a tophat.

do you have these gators of which you speak? she said.

i said youre doing that on purpose. she said what. i said you only ask questions. no tophats are on no gators are on and theres no birthday suits. all there are are questions.

i said now im gonna name that tune double reverse booty call you.

she said whats that? i took a drink. i made a new rule that with every question she asked i was gonna drink. i was all i can get someone to come over here and wear the gators and make out with me in One phone call.

she was all, make that booty call.

then i remembered that i had lost my iphone and hadnt memorize her number so i lost. thus the gators and the tophat during this blogpost. sorry america.

dear rihanna and chris brown

saw you on the american teen grammy little girl vote awards.

it didnt bother me that daughtry beat the eagles and cold play. it didnt bother me that lil wayne didnt win anything. didnt bother me that i was forced to watch the thing.

but it did bother me that rihanna quite possibly could be the most beautiful woman in the whole place and when she won chris brown didnt congratulate her or hug her or kiss her or nothing.

and when chris won – including winning the big last award Artist of the Year – he didnt even look at her. he slapped the hands of the fans in the front row but didnt even acknowledge his alleged girlfriend.

neither of you thanked each other in your speeches. despite the fact that you’ve been touring the world together and have definitely helped each other out.

heres the thing about love. its fleeting. just like life. just like everything. if youre dating the hottest chick in the house – even if its a huge fraud – even if youre pissed at her for wearing the shortest dress in tv history. kisser when you win it all. hug her. do something.

even if she says no lets not, youre the man. we are the ones who hit the girls over the head with the clubs and drag em back to the cave by their hair. and we’re the ones who hug our fine biatches when we beat coldplay lil weezey and the friggin eagles.

and rihanna, if that pretty boy isnt making those pretty eyes sparkle, now is the time to show him the way or show him the way out. even though we’re supposed to know everything, men dont always know it all.

how is it that neither of you mentions each other on your wikipedia? how is it that you’re gonna sit in the front row on national tv and pretend that you dont even know each other? the black barbie and ken dolls are wasting their time if they think they have to pretend to like each other.

be with who you wanna be. and when youre with that person, be free. hold hands, kiss, hug, tell the world to piss off. share every secret. risk. jump. its called


in love for a reason, singers of songs.

models of roles.

speech givers, award winners, human beings.


quit faking. be.

youve got the rest of your life to ignore the one youre hitched to.

when you’re young, have fun in the front row of your only life.