Yesterday was a good day for a number of reasons. First, two people without steady jobs bought me meals (sashimi, Indian food). Second, I got to visit the Amoeba Records new branch in Hollywood which is freakin’ HUGE and will be my new place to waste money after work.

And third, I got to go see Ferdinand at Mr. T’s Bowl, and they played really well. A load of their good songs and also the Soft Boys’ “Only the Stones Remain” which is a favorite cover. Saw some old friends.

The show was a record release party for the very worthy Menthol Hill as well. And the second gig for “Eight Bit”, which is your typical hip-hop band dressed in robot suits. Since you may not believe this, here is a video (~ 3.7M).

Although I’m too old for really loud music and going to bed at 0300 I shall continue to go out to clubs and have fun, God Damn It.

I am going to see Ferdinand! tonight at Mr. T’s in Highland Park, with Menthol Hill and the Kids of Widney High.

Everyone else should go too, especially if you’re in the Los Angeles area. But even if you’re not, get on a damn plane.

o/~ some asshole on a cellphone X’d out my eyes with his HUMMER o/~

mrrrroowrr

The following showed up on my monster.com job update thingy just now:

1. Oct 18, Internet Business Analyst, Hot Topic, US-CA-City of Industry

YOW!! Am I a GOTH BABE ANALYSIT for the INTERNET YET???

If I admit I hacked my wife’s head off and we all have a good laugh, can I star in b-movies again?

I’m rethinking this..

This is all Prok’s fault. Really.

Apparently as I speak Mr. T is on the Conan show in lederhosen and a Tyrolean hat singing “Edelweiss”.

If we wrap that up with his A-Team work, the Nancy Reagan Lapdance, and his career in Evangelical B Movies, we have our complete absurdist hero.

Ladies and gentlemen: I give you the New Man.

My social circle just evaporated again. I think this is the third time.

On careful longitudinal analysis, one finds that this happens every 5 years on a nonsynchronized schedule with my other occasional disaster, the Abortive Attempt at Romance.

I’ve figured it out. I keep reliving my 20s, because I didn’t get to then. So I hook up with some 20somethings, and we are all slackers without lives and we hang out and whoop it up faintly, like stunned howler monkeys. Then bit by bit they go off and pair up, find true love or careers, get involved in life, and leave me sitting at the coffee house with a cold espresso.

Maybe I should grow up this time instead of finding another set of Yuffies to hang with. When I hit 55 or so it’s going to be a real fucking Strangers with Candy mess.

I think that would entail buying better clothes, pretending that the news is real, and joining the Sierra Club to meet other aging failures and take one home with me, though, and I just can’t face that.

It’s back to bourbon ‘n’ denial for me.

And the award for best use of popular music in an election goes to…

With our own blood we will write YES!

My new Hiptop takes very frightening pictures with its li’l camera:

happy pandemonium, everyone

go see this movie

I am in tears. If you have decent bandwidth, do watch.