no not a fancy race car or a luxury import, but a vehicle thats easy to park
and one that wont suck up a lot of gas.
if you go to the Auto Show and see this Smart Car filled with LA Times newspapers
and if you successfully guess how many newspapers are in the car, then you win it.
just that simple.
just that difficult.
for those of you who arent anywhere near LA, who just happen to read this humble blog, if you want to put your guesstimation in the comments below, i will tell you how close you were once the number is released.
seeing them live is like fully experiencing what heavy metal was meant to evolve into.
problem is gwar’s music is uninspired, bland, predictable, and soulless.
their best moments on cd are when theyre lifting the lines from other bands, particularly N.W.A
meanwhile their best moments live are when they’re chopping the heads off of fantastically grotesque creatures who then spurt endless streams of “blood” into the adoring mosh pit below.
but the music is terrible and its only getting worse.
what needs to be done is a rock n roll intervention.
if the top 20 metal bands and hard rock groups wrote one song for Gwar – a good song – they could go tour for the next thousand years and not bore audiences (which seems impossible, but its true).
Kansas, REO Speedwagon, Styx, soooo many bands tour off 3-4 songs. If Gwar had 10 seriously good ones heavy metal would be saved.
And blood would flow forever.
But last night at the house of blues we left early after an hour of the same old same old.
i hope shes compiling her adventures for a book or something
because its the type of travel book id read + buy because it has all the elements i like:
drinking, taking cheap transportation, staying in cheap lodgings, drinking, eating, drinking, meeting strange people, chilling with animals, doing elicit things, taking lots of pics
today we find alecia and her man anton in the Philippians where they traveled in an underground river, ate word worms (!), drank rum that the locals called gin, met several monkeys, watched the manny pacquio fight, and got caught in a rainstorm, and frolicked in the beach.
all that ever happens is the Lakers win all the games, kobe shoots lights out, the laker girls dance around, people eat sushi and drink $11 beers, people just go to be seen, its impossible to get a ticket, and that damn band keeps playing.
ok some of that is true. the lakers usually win, kobe love him or hate him is amazing, and the beers do cost a bunch.
but sunday my buddy calls me up, asks if i wanna go, we go, and for some reason phoenix is so charged up that they hit 22 of 40 three-pointers.
maybe they were turned on by David Arquette dressed like a freaky superfan.
maybe they enjoyed the twin Anchor Man attack of Will Ferrel and Steve Carrell in the good seats. also in the house was tom petty penny marshall and anthony keidis.
i dont know how much money carl jrs pays the laker girls to wear this specially customized western wear but lets just say its effective.
they had this quick change magic couple at halftime who were totally impressive.
pau gasol is a beast and shannon brown is the future.
and steve nash is at 100% 100% of the time.
but the one thing the lakers didnt do yesterday that they would have done in the playoffs is
when a team is on fire like NBA Jam, in a playoff game someone would literally knock someone down, step on their foot, or take someone out with a hard foul.
instead they just let it rain threes and what are you going to do when jason richardson gets you for 34 and channing frye drops 20? you just go home in shame.
im sure your girl keira-anne saw it and i wonder if she will be in town a few days early for the all star game for perchance she would like to catch a game?
its true that early on i knew that hoops would be my only way outta the hood.
and despite the fact that my mother stressed academics, erryone knew that sports is what would bring in the dolla bills, women, and wine. so in grade school i traded in my books for knee pads, put them on in weird ways, and watched the offers flow.
got a nibble from various private schools, but when i learned that my local public high school only had one other black player i knew i (22) was good to go. plus i could keep playing with my main man Bobby D (24) who i’d been ballin with since kindergarten.
