Torgo found this. But it’s from Costa Mesa! Let’s all go visit El Guapo today!

• NO. I think I talked about this thing before. So repulsive. Matt Crouch is the Antichrist. First the Omega Code movie. Then the even worse Megiddo movie. Now.. “Christian Idol”. Someone please burn him at the stake kthx.
• X was very, very good last night. Many thanks to the beautiful Cirivello Sisters for the tickets and VIP treatment and such. The band plays like it’s still 1980, with all the energy and soul that made them so great in the first place. Their fans are still a 50/50 mix of really cool punks and asshole frat boys. Lots of fights with bone crunching noises and people having a time out. Third encore was “Sugarlight”. If they come to your town and you ever liked any of their music, highly recommended. Hung out with the sisters and various bartenders, managers, and others for quite a while after the show and met some nice people. My ears finally stopped ringing today at about 3 pm. Mostly this was because of the screaming and whistling of the fans around me.
• The Napa Valley (italian joint and bar next to the coffeehouse) is closing. This is mostly cause for joy in that it was a train wreck of a restaurant and the manager was always drunk and yelling. I hope they don’t put in something Even Worse there, like a liquor store or a place that sells velour track suits.

I have no sleep clock any more. I keep getting these 2 hour “Paxil naps” from which I awake soaked in sweat and dizzy. I woke up at 4 pm today. It’s getting old.

With the windfall from selling genericus my old camera I went to the Ralphs and bought foods, especially a few new hot sauces. I do like me some hot sauce. I got the Tabasco Chipotle, because I like Tabasco and I like chipotles. I also got some Cajun sauce that’s made with coffee and hot peppers. Let the grilling season begin!

How does it feel to have your own bottle of booze behind the bar?
How does it feel to play cards with the barmaids as they work
Dawn comes soon enough for the working class
It keeps getting sooner or later..

Bird, cat, cat, cat

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I just finished reading Lords of Chaos: The Bloody Rise of the Satanic Metal Underground, which is a really fine book. Norwegian Black Metal is quite a story, including arson, murder, Nazism, very confused teenagers, more murder, more Nazism, and a whole hell of a lot of high-pitched singing and grinding guitars. My favorite band so far is Abruptum, who are led by a dwarf who considers himself so evil that he can have no human name, and is therefore called “It”.

The kids across the street are having a party and their “band” is playing. So far they have played the intro to just about every song with a cool intro, including:

• Seven Nation Army
• Crazy Train
• Pipeline
• Smoke on the Water
• Sweet Home Alabama
• Sweet Child of Mine

They’re nice kids with basically good taste, but they should learn a whole song some day.

Cold pizza the next day is God’s Perfect Food.

After an uneasy sweaty slumber in the late afternoon I rolled down to D’s where I listened to Throbbing Gristle on my iPod while watching the old men watch the young girls. Very appropriate soundtrack. Then to the Harp with Liam and Nicolette, where I brought them cigarettes and he bought me a beer. Noticed the manager and one of the checkers from the supermarket making out at the next table.

I’ve been listening to all this 90s indie music this week and it’s so damned mopey. Great stuff but after a while it makes me feel like I’m temping again and my pants don’t fit and I’m at Jabberjaw in 1995 or something. That club came up in conversation last night. Good and bad memories. Good ones of seeing Sprinkler there or Ukefink, bad memories of the Olympia WA elite being snooty and the neighborhood scaring the hell out of me.

Pictures posted in of gigantic burrito. Seriously gigantic burrito.

I sure hope this Bugtraq post is incorrect.

From BoingBoing and Fleshbot we have the story of your typical jack Mormon cult leader/serial killer in Martinez, CA of all places. You know, beheading people and feeding them to his Rotties, trying to reenact The Boys From Brazil to kill all the Mormon leadership, murdering Elvin Bishop’s daughter, inspiring his ex to become a Playboy model.

As the judge in the case said, let’s all take a collective deep breath here.