is you dont get to see your friends as much as you used to.

once there was a time when i saw our pal every. dayum. day.

he was a street vendor outside my house on haight street.

effer would hawk all sorts of wares, tonics and potions.

when hed take his lunch break hed pull out a kazoo and sing little songs of this and that and woo the housewives and ladies of frisco and then sell them cleaning products and finery.

one day he got his hands on a fancy guitar rumored to be that of mr robert johnson, but it turned out to just be an old hank williams instrument so he decided to keep it.

funny thing about that guitar. it was haunted. with love. love and demons.

as ken strummed that demon device all the angels and saints of bygone eras came blasting out and before we knew it ken was on tour and a black man named Charles took over the trinket business.

turns out someone recorded some of ken’s tunes and now you and you and even you can hear the melodies from the past the present and the future of the california cowboy born in new orleans.

and yahoo music, of all places is where you can find it.

listen for free and be amazed.

photo by greg vaine, hat tip matt welch

soon a maid will come and clean my bachelor pad.

the sun is shining, the doves are keeping cool in soil beneath the whippoorwills. and beneath my tv a tivo quietly hums as it records Regis.

here it is wednesday morning and if youd ask me to describe my sense of place tuesday morning you would have received a completely different sketch. its one reason im somewhat insane. life changes so fast in my life. things shift daily if not hourly. its a wonder my truest has stuck around for the ride for so long because its not always a smooth journey.

the other night we were bickering and we ate our rotisserie chicken quietly and in a move of passive aggression i didnt brush my teeth before hitting the hay so that the garlic paste on my tongue would mix with morning breath and punish her as she slept.

tolstoy says that a couple no longer in love will venture in a path of hate, just as passionate if not more so as when they were courting. more proof that russians are pricks. i dont ever want to go down such paths. all i want to do is love and be loved. and live.

last night we ate at the delicious sushi palace and all was kool n the gang. maybe it was the saki. maybe it was the melt in yr mouth raw fish disguised as love. but we didnt turn on howard stern on the drive home, we didnt turn on the tv when we got back to my pad, we didnt delve into any sensitive topics. we just looked at each other, cracked the bedroom window open, and fell asleep with pleasant smiles on our faces.

privately knowing that this little coda to our long running romance was probably over, but so what. at least we were living in the present and that was just fine for a tuesday.

this guy loves the Dio + Sabbath supergroup of Heaven and Hell a little too much, methinks. or is that possible. i mean any band with Tony Iommi is probably worth a little freaking out.

via our pal Scott Sterling on the wheels of steel

We’re live blogging what could be your next Supreme Court justice’s nomination hearings and a protester disrupted the proceedings. Our man in D.C. wrote this:

In the middle of a somewhat austere colloquy between Sen. Charles Grassley and Judge Sonia Sotomayor over property rights, yet another anti-abortion protester leaped to his feet. A stocky man in a business suit issued a warning to Republicans if they support Sotomayor: “The GOP is done!” he screamed. “Baby killers!”

Sen Grassley then dryly said this:

gotta give him a golf clap for that one.

the rest of our coverage is right here cuz i know how much you care.

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long ago, when you were probably still in high school, my dentist saw that i had 2 impacted wisdom teeth. but because i worked at an extremely low-paying job he suggested that they only take one troubling tooth out.

in actuality there was only one that was giving me pain, so he removed that one. i believe the year was 2002 of our Lord.

because i had a huge audience back then, i named the tooth Wizzy, and like any blogging pioneer, i put the effer up on eBay.

at first no one bid. but as i brought more attention to the one-of-a-kind nature of the deal, i eventually was able to sell it.

to the horror of my cuban girlfriend who seemed to only be more and more disgusted by my online behavior.

as for the other two teeth, they are still in my head, where they belong, and they are currently helping me chew a banana.

thank you Jessica for sharing and caring, and may we take another question on Open Forum…

i really wanted to review the rancid show but when it came down to it i just wanted to female dog.

i told my man todd martens my dilemma and he was all, dude just let it flow.

the result is something that a reader named josh called “Best thing I’ve read all day“.

so thank you todd and thank you nice lady who suggested i attend.

earlier i put together a mini judge sotomayor photo essay for the world famous top of the ticket

world ends

oh wait, it doesnt end, because it wasnt uttered on the howard stern show.

but something tells me this wont be the last time you hear about this.

meanwhile: WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN!!?!?!

friday i got a wisdom tooth pulled and my boss made me take the rest of the day off. turned out saturday was 7/11 which meant free Slurpees at every 7/11 so i because i could only eat soft and squooshy foods i went to every 7/11 i could and ate/drank to my vicodin-infused hearts desire.

then i saw Rancid and Rise Against with my truest at the Fabulous Forum

because i couldnt eat any solid foods and because the V was making me upchuck i hopped on the scale on sunday morning and saw that i was lighter than ive been in years

so i took my love to a mexican breakfast in echo park and a mariachi serenaded us. he wasnt very good and he didnt have change for a $10 so he sang a couple of songs for us and tried to speak spanish to us but i barely know english so i pretended that he was offering me his guitar so he left us in peace.

later we saw The Hurt Locker and it was goooooooooooooooooood.

sounds like she saw quite a show

From Yahoo Sports:

After bludgeoning Frank Mir to retain the Ultimate Fighting Championship heavyweight championship at the hyped UFC 100, [Brock Lesnar] the former pro wrestling star decided to put on a real show.

Lesnar ran around the octagon flipping off the Mandalay Bay Events Center crowd with both middle fingers. He shouted at Mir as the challenger sat on a stool trying to regain his equilibrium. Mir stood up and they went sort of nose-to-broken nose before Lesnar cackled with laughter.

In the post-fight interview, Lesnar encouraged the booing fans to “keep going” before continuing to taunt Mir.

No one and nothing was spared. Lesnar even turned his attention to the UFC itself, which paid him an estimated $3 million for the fight, pointing at the giant Bud Light advertisement in the middle of the octagon.

“I’m drinking a cooler full of Coors Light, Coors Light because Bud Light won’t pay me anything.”

He ended the interview by saying “hell i might even get on top of my wife tonight”.

Lucky gal.

People might call this lame, pro-wrestling nonsense, but if I paid big bucks to PPV the UFC, or if i paid even bigger bucks to attend a “sport” where huge definately-not-roided-up animals beat the crap out of each other in a cage – i wouldnt mind a little smack talk after the short bout.

Karisa drunk butt dialed me several times last night at 4am and it sounded like most of Vegas was also still buzzing from the fight.

a man passed out with his penis out and a pool of urine at his side