I'm stuck in a dimensional shift between here and there, or was it now and then? I'm the flower that closes up at sunset, the blocked entry to the market after ten pm.
I'm legos to your spaghetti.
I went to Stater Bors. Supermarket twice today to handle a little business where the cashiers stare and watch you, thoughts of "Oh he's one of those people" and yes I am and I wish I wasn't.
I'm out of pepsi right now at eight four eight so lets go to Albertsons when I done writing this.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be in West Hollywood drunk with friends and strangers or maybe I'll be home avoiding the knocking on the door. Just because I'm sitting on my couch which faces out towards the large front window, doesn't entitle you to candy kid.
Screw it, I'm going to open that lone beer sitting in my refrigerator to feel a little less lonely and then slip into my Ex's clothes again.
For Halloween people, um, for when I go to West Hollywood...in drag.
The Makeout Bandits (1st at 9 pm-ish)
The Rainman Suite
(best thing/worst thing: they sound like green day)
Underwater City People (me love ucp long time)
(we all know I love every single cell in each member's body. yes every cell.)
Pu$$y Cow (I think I like them a lot)
Booze, Costumes, & Free at Mr T's Bowl (I like free)
She said hi, hello, hey there, or something like that over the loud music, reaching out for the hug. As I pulled away from her I made some remark pointing out how I decided to say hi to her in person instead of just online hellos, making light of my shyness.
She laughingly asked, "What?" Not hearing a single word I said.
I smiled, rolled my eyes and mouthed a 'Don’t worry about it. It was nothing' as I continued off in my original direction.
A pointless, simple hello, yet there I was trying to ignore the memory of my hands around her waist for the rest of the night.
I should've posted this earlier!
Tonight Lauren Hoffman has her only LA show at Genghis Cohen.
Her bio is an interesting read in itsself, with her path crossing the likes of Jeff Buckley, David Lowery, Dave Matthews, a major record deal with Virgin, her own label, touring on Lilith Fair with most of this in her pre and early twenties. Now on her own, her new album is set for an European release and you can buy an advance copy on her site/myspace/ at the show tonight.
"Hoffman is the real thing"
- new yorker
"Ms. Hoffman makes moody and sexy pop songs."
- ben ratliff, the new york times
Lauren Hoffman @ Genghis Cohen
I hear they serve yummy NY style egg rolls
740 N. Fairfax, Los Angeles
Lauren Hoffman @ myspace
Lauren Hoffman main site
Stood in the back while Bobot played and a then a little closer for the Waking Hours, who dressed up in drag. They didn't end with the LL Cool cover this time, but still managed to destroy their setup, and injuring the drummer pretty badly. He looked like was still in pain out in the patio afterwards so I hope it’s not a broken rib or anything.
Saw only a bit of Silver Needle before heading back out to talk and stuff with people. Nice little chat with Andrea, who I find cooler each time I speak to her. Just a laid back, sweet person.
As for the costumes, LR dressed up as a Make Out Bandit, keeping to that theme for the most part. Well I saw a lot more kissing and giggling than making out. I saw a lot of giggling actually.
Ashley, JP, Emma and Tara of the Makeout Bandits, all dressed up as Pu$$y Cow, with disturbing results.
I showed up as a barely functioning 33 yr old. It was hot.
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Oh, on an off chance this makes any sense, steaks sound good during the week.
I wonder if this is the same project Sara Radle was working on with Matt Sharp, besides her song they rerecorded.
I most likely wrong, but The Rentals back together is great news regardless.
The Rentals on myspace
The Rentals main site
Is there anything you have to say about why you seem to keep very good track of what you eat in your blog? I was curious about that.
I never realized I documented my eating habits here on a regular basis, but looking back there does appear to be quite a few mentions of food. The number of times I reference eating bacon cheeseburgers alone is astounding, but I know eat better than that.
I can only blame my mom for this.
Fast food was a luxury for us three kids growing up, so whenever I want treat myself I choose to cuddle up with a hamburger.
Hamburgers will always love you for who you are.
Hamburgers don't judge and only want to be wanted too.
During my last break up I didn't turn to Jack Daniels for comfort, I turned to Jack in the Box. When I told this girl that I liked her, her outburst of laughter sent me running into the arms of Wendy's. This support group is consistently there for me, on nearly every corner, some open 24/7 to accommodate my needs or sheer laziness.
I will never forget them for this.
Did I only eat hard scrambled eggs with an English muffin yesterday?
Yeah, I ate the fuck out of them.*
* phrase stolen from Dan Tobin
This exhibit looks pretty cool as all the artwork is inspired by actual or imagined drug use by the artists. Carsten Höller made this cool upside down room with giant mushrooms.
My little experimental stage of trying soft drugs ended way back in 1993, so I leave you with this advice: Don't use drugs folks... but if you already are and haven't tried mushrooms, I highly recommend it at least once in a safe environment. Objects like lampshades start to melt and drip in front of you and that was hella cool.
Maybe I shouldn't write stuff like that.
Tonight: Kiss or Kill is at Zen Sushi just like old times:
Star No Star 9:30, Bobot Adrenaline 10:10, The Waking Hours 10:50, Silver Needle 11:30, The Kill Devils Featuring members of Motorcycle Boy, the Cramps, Dr. Know, and Texas Terri 12:10
The palm software was confusing her new device to the cooler one she lost recently on the USC shuttle, that and it really isn't suppose to work with anything pre-winXP, but it does now thanks to years of fixing my own stupid cumputer mistakes.
Later ate dinner and talked about how much has changed this year with us individually, with new friends and such over yummy ciabatta burgers at Jack in the Box. I had the bacon cheese, she had the bruschetta chicken ciabatta; we shared our food and drinks as always and talked for two hours. Good times watching the homeless couple chat with the employees and watching a weird 12 yr. old kid dressed in a soccer uniform happily hide behind planters and tables from his dad.
Eventually made it home thinking my old tires were slowing me through the misty daze of outside and of in my mind, the 30 miles stretching on forever. Checking my mailbox I found it empty of the junk mail that reaffirms my daily existence, so a little bummed, I stumbled back inside to bed, not bothering with pajamas.
Alone until I was invited over for a late night of wine and conversation underneath the 6th Street Bridge with Ashley, her sister Brie, and a tuna plus brown rice mixed with sunflower seeds, placed on top of lettuce-eating Tara. It indeed looked as gross as it sounded.
I had a lot fun for a mellow night and even made good friends with the front door at one point.
The next day I opted for not showering for a day and a half, spending way too much time online, scrubbing the f--out of my kitchen and shower in a “No wire hangers” kind of way, the whole time waiting for my surprise party to start.
A big whoop whoop (yeah that's right, whoop whoop) to my friends for keeping it such a great secret even when I joined them with Midway Kevin and Jason Pancake at the Sherman Oaks Castle Park for some miniature golf. For them to wait until Monday to surprise me is very sneaky.
I did amazingly well for some of the advanced obstacle avoiding shots but not so much for the sixth hole. Still trying to forget upon missing my fifth shot how I fell to the ground into the fetal position yelling, "Stupid hole! Stupid hole!"
Just imagine how my ex felt when I use to do that after sex, except this was far more embarrassing.
Do you remember how the focus of Halloween was about trick or treating? Grab bags of candy, apples, carmel corn, with the cheap ass old folks who gave us a nickel. With the crazy inflation and gas shortages of the late 70s, that nickel was worth probably less then it is today.
Then it happen.
Razor blades and paper clips hidden in chocolate bars, some poor kids are hurt, and trick or treating nearly killed, last seen in the artificial world of E.T. The Extra Terrestrial.
For better or worse Halloween has transformed from a neighborhood event into large over-priced theme mazes at your local amusement park. I read somewhere in terms of dollars spent it comes only behind Christmas which means in five years you're a scmuck for not giving your co-worker a card.
<---- Wow, how attitudes have changed about a lot things, huh?
There are plenty of themed events, such as Knotts Scary Farm, to waste your money in exchange for some cheap thrills. You have to do those once. They're fun if you have the money and patience to stand in line for five or ten minutes of scares and have to do at least once if your lifetime. My friend Cortney and I went through the vampire maze twice just to dance to the pounding techno music. One corner had a little empty stage box for one of the roaming creatures to perch upon, so we jumped up there and dance above the line for ten minutes. Ah the things a younger girlfriend will inspire you to do.
Something of a local tradition is ending after 32 years in Studio City.
The Hallow Haunting Grounds will become to an end this year as the family is getting a little old for the effort.
I've never seen it, but looks like it is the most elaborate Halloween front yard show ever conceived and it's free.
10/27- 10/31 only.
If I'm not home passing out candy to the nine people who bother walking around my neighborhood, I want to be completley drunk at the West Hollywood Costume Carnival. Nothing like a full blown street fair with multiple stages of live music, DJs, and tons of people taking up one mile of Santa Monica blvd and (optional) booze.
Last year we danced for hours in the pouring rain with strangers, harrassed by guys in sailor outfits. Parking does not existso wear comfortable shoes, eat beforehand, and bring your own booze!
Visit w. hollwood site
City of w. hollywood info page
There is even a pet costume contest on 10.30
If you sign up at Red Robin you'll get a free hamburger for your birthday, though its more of buy one, get one free deal. Then again you're not going to be eating there by yourself I hope.
After stuffing my myself with the Royal Red Robin Burger™ (yeah thats right: Fat juicy hamburger + cheese + bacon + a friggin' fried egg) I'll be rolling my fat self to catch a free screening of Stay.
All I know is that was directed by Marc Forster (Monster Ball, Finding Neverland), a bit tripy according to early reviews, and has obi whats his face, I mean Ewan McGregor and Noami Watts and its free.
Oh at Zen Sushi tonight Tara's band The Makeout Bandits are playing.
Click here for flyer discount since it not free. Whats up with that?
Sorry if this sounds too much like an ad for Red Robin - I was looking at my drafts and there is ton of stuff I need to finish that have nothing to do with food or movies.
Celeste was working the door when I paid and received a friendly big hug, and who wouldn’t want to be greeted like that? Better than walking into a Cheers setting where everyone knows your name, then talks smack behind your back. Lets be realistic, I don’t like everybody sometimes and the feeling is mutual I’d imagine, so give me a few honest friends over being fake loved by all.
The first person I see is DG standing by the column with a friend or a date or something. Thought she looked younger for some reason, even doubting it was her for a little while. Ah it was very much her. Next person to walk by was Honey Pot; made eye contact and then later a brief hello - all very much a non-issue and that’s okay with me.
Out for only two social occasions in the last four weeks, I’m forgetting that I need to engage people instead of hanging back along the walls observing strangers slip between blots of friends and couples towards the patio. Gave myself a beer and an hour to re-exist in real time last night and in no time I was doing the same snake through the crowd to chat with my friends. I was normal as I could be.
Its been almost two months since I’ve seen Lawra Randie and said my hello to her at the bar by pounding my cup down to startle her slightly. A long, big hug and she started to say she needed see/talk to someone but I cut her off with a smile and I will see you around later, okay? Oh okay she replied to me beating her to it. We don’t know or care enough about each other to have a conversation these days - this being okay with me too.
New Fidelity sounded better than I remembered and I like them quite a bit the first time I saw them with Midway.
Front Row for the Meltdown were a lot poppier than I thought they would be based off the mp3s I have, fitting perfectly with the line up for the night. I was sitting in the back for a lot of their set thinking that seeing a good band for the first time makes coming out always worthwhile.
The Waking Hours usually end with their amazing cover of Momma Said Knock You Out by LL Cool J, which seems to transforms their very good set to an amazing one. Guitars thrown into the ceiling panels, amps pushed over, and the singer eventually just threw his body back into the drum kit which fell apart upon impact, parts spread across the stage. Crazy. I also got hit by some ice and almost by the cup in came and Corey joked that I was going to get hit with the guitar next.
Get Set Go is always perfect, just a bit disappointed for the turn out, as people wimped out before they started their set late at midnight. I called it a night afterwards, but before the Letter Openers with flyers in my pocket of the jacket people made fun of. Whatever - people suck sometimes.
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Why? How? Oh this is wrong for so many reasons, but I feel bad for the kids more than anything. Life is hard enough without competing with 15 other siblings.
From Mark Morford at sfgate:
God Does Not Want 16 Kids
Arkansas mom gives birth to a whole freakin' baseball team. How deeply should you cringe?
“Who does?” said the blind man to the lamp post.
“Who does indeed.” I whispered in his ear. He smiles knowingly, the whiskers of three days growth bristling against his scarf colored and twisted like a churro around his neck.
“Maybe we should get a cup-o-coffee at the milk store.” he speaks now to the location of my voice.
“The milk store is just a regular Vons; they sell everything there,” I informed him.
“And they have coffee and stop telling me things I already know.”
We make our way over through the parking lot, then inside to the cafe/deli/bakery/shoe repair section of the store. I decline the flu shot/large coffee combo and settle for the mini paper cup of the brewed caffeine vehicle.
“So tempted by the honey pot, eh?”
“Yes. I mean I was.” I didn't care for how that sounded. “I mean I was for a little but I was just getting ahead of myself again.”
The bucther behind the counter hands over two dogs to a lady pogo-ing an inch off the ground in excitement. I look down in pity for the poor animals only to be disgusted by what I see.
There is no good reason for this.
Only in rare moments like these, I realize how lucky I am not to be with you anymore.
We'll see what happens with the honey pot; I'll be wise to keep my distance tonight.
Speaking of which, tonight at Kiss or Kill:
The New Fidelity 9:30 -- Front Row For The Meltdown 10:10
The Waking Hours 10:50 -- Get Set Go 11:30 - The Letter Openers 12:10
Halloween post coming up
What I don't understand is why ET is so confused about plants.
Wasn't he collecting plants in the movie? Could it not be inferred that a being from an advanced race doing research in a forest already know something about plants?
Headed out to Brea to catch Wallace and Gromit, one of the few movies I will pay full price for. It has been getting some great reviews, except for that that Roper dude who gave it a thumbs down thinking it might be a little too British for some. Even if it is, injecting a little Britain could only help the general population since 30% of Americans (18-24) cannot even find the Pacific Ocean on a map. If only Monty Python movies and episodes of EastEnders were required viewing in public schools, then maybe we wouldn't suck as much.
So that was pretty much Saturday, with Sunday being all raining and stuff - kind of boring. Managed to change out my headlight and during a break in the rain washed my car and I don't care is you think it was pointless, you didn't see it look more brown than black. Had a strange experience at Target later that night, when I rushed to get there before it closed. Needed to buy some cat food for the spoiled cats, I debated in the aisle to buy the same old stuff or try this new brand called something something, I don't remember. As most of you haven't shopped with me before, you've never seen me talk to myself when I debate simple decisions, doing the whole scratching the side of head and all..
"Would they like this? Would they even notice I switch food on them? Argh what is wrong with me??"
"Having trouble deciding?" she asked.
I glanced over to my right shifting my weight onto my left foot, my personal bubble space popped with this question. The cutest girl, mid twenties I would guess, just witnessed me at my most visible looniness.
"I have lots of trouble doing most things" spoken with a sly smile and she laughed at my stupid response
“It’s nice to see that you like your cats enough to want the best for them.” I could care less about my cats at this second. “Your girlfriend must be pretty lucky if you treat her that well.”
“Yeah I used to have one those, now it’s just me and the cats.” Wow she was getting quick to the point
“Oh that’s good, I'm mean that’s not too bad is it?”
I smiled and wondered what the hell I was doing, "No, life has been pretty good to me lately." Where the hell were these words coming from?
We made our introductions and continued chatting on our way up to the check out area. A bit cute with our matching cat food choices in our arms, chit chatting about our cats, joking about the downhill slide into crazy cat people-ness, and watching television alone on a Saturday night. I mentioned watching season one of Arrested Development again over the last few days, she said she missed some of it, and where did I get the balls to ask over last night? But I did and she did and we did watch a couple episodes before making out.
“Well, this weekend is definitely ending on a high note"
“This is a bit weird, huh? Yet strangely not.”
“I know. That’s strange in itself.”
I pushed her hair up and behind her ears as she slowly moved up my neck with kisses from her soft lips or was I just melting into the cushions? I'm not sure. Pulling me off the couch she led me down my own hallway, bumping into the walls whenever I pull her back to kiss her neck.
In the darkness our hands ran wild, repeating a memory that had yet to be created; our movements followed each other touching all the right areas. I slid my hands up her back, underneath her black blouse to unfasten her bra...
I'm done with it and leaving a little early to start my weekend right. W + G
The Dollyrots are playing a quick show before taking off on a Canadian/Us tour with labelmates the Groovie Ghoulies.
Oh Kelly-rot is sooo cute.
New Maximum Donkey not only rocks and play catchy songs, the lead singer Benny has to be one of the funniest people ever. His banter and the whole band are just silly.
Which reminds me for
Wish I could go but looking forward to my non-free weekend and seeing Wallace & Gromit.
This post is for the strangers that read this as my friends already know how cool this band is.
This band (actually Mike TV) offers some of the catchiest, poppy rock songs with some twisted lyrics and is easily one of my favorite albums to listen to.
Go visit the myspace page to listen to some songs and read a great review that captures what I'm incapable of explaining.
Lately they have been using some songs for Grey's Anatomy and the song Wait is on the new soundtrack album.
The people at Grey's Anatomy used our song Wait on their second episode entitled, The First Cut is the Deepest. They're also planning on using the songs Kiss the Girl and Break Your Heart, from the first record entitled So You've Ruined Your Life, and the song Sleep from the upcoming second record.
If you go to the myspace page, he is offering the first album + t-shirt + shipping for only 10 bucks. The new 22 track advance album is only available at the shows for the moment - no idea how much, probably 10 bucks too.
|Kiss or Kill at the Echo! -- 18 and up! ||Echo Park, CA|
|Paris Theatre, Portland, Or -- ALL AGES!!!||Portland, OR|
|Yes Yes in Olympia, Wa! -- ALL AGES||Olympia , WA|
|The Loft -- ALL AGES||Wilsonville, OR|
|Santa Cruz - No Details Yet||Santa Cruz, CA|
|Avalon w/ Go Betty Go |
+ New Maximum Donkey!!!
|Santa Fe Express Cafe||Fullerton, CA|
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You're going to do a lot of waiting outside and sometimes they let you in within an hour; Tuesday night was not one of those nights.
During the 2.5 hour wait, our line was entertained by the one and Blu-Blocker Sunglass rapper guy, making jams up on the fly while rolling his change bucket down the line. What a way to survive and become a recognizable persona in this town.
Eventually we could hear the stars been introduced on the red carpet, seeing only the reflection of camera flashes in the windows underneath the Cinegrille sign. Finally we were let inside without any security checks, grabbing the free popcorn and soda before making our way to the front rows. Pleased that we were 10 rows back in the center section we settled in as my fellow nobodies craned their necks back to see any celebrities. I didn't - okay I did once and saw what his name from CSI.
What about the movie?
It was alright and unless you have a nice set up at home, the cool sound design and visual effects will come off as just annoying.
As for the storyline, it is made very clear that it was based on a true story with "Sort of" added on to help you enjoy the film. The movie had an amazing sound design to which could be loss in seen at home. I have a feeling real parts of her life seem just as far-fetched as the artificial moments for the script.
You never know what is real in this movie. There was an underlying Natural Born Killers theme, without the blunt brutality, with the fake world of 90210 intersecting as a never escaping your roots (aka the real world). When that part is destroyed the movie jumps into hyper reality with a literal explosion, a drug "trip", Tom Waits as a preacher, then the Stratosphere climax. Throw in a little redemption, re-birth, and renewal of life in the end.
Oh I don't know what I'm talking about - these are just my impressions.
Additionally Keira Knightley is too young to come off completely genuine; Mickey Rourke and the other guy were very, very cool.
Tony Scott's style is as griping and fast paced as always and you should expect modern uses of narration playbacks and visual titles. Nothing groundbreaking, but nice to see in mainstream fare.
I'll agree with Corey that it was hard to care for the characters through out the whole film. You go a few sequences liking them, then distracted by other stuff, then liking them again.
Domino is like a driving a Porsche with lumpy tires on the Las Vegas strip. A slick, bumpy, and artificial reality.
For a normal movie review, read this one in Empire UK.
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In five minutes:
I'm going to spend money I don't have on unhealthy food.
Oh sweet Bacon Ultimate Cheesburger with a large side of curly fries, suck up my tears of sorrow today.
Domino was alright, a band you will like, and the things that I do to myself.
Stuff food inside mouth (yum)
Drive to Hollywood against traffic (hmm)
Find Parking in Hollywood (yikes)
Meet-up with friend without the use of cellphones (it can be done)
Watch movie premiere (it can't be that bad)
Eat more food (worry about health)
Make way to the Echo for Kiss or Kill
(worry about the burnt out headlight I noticed this morning)
Thank people for being super sweet (ahh)
Try not to make a fool out of myself (yeah right)
Stare at people in a good way (easy)
The industrial area Ashley lives in was a lot easier to find than I thought it would be, completely devoid of life save for a bunch of young hipsters kids not at first visible in the parking lot. Guess they were trying to sneak into the party, defeated by the two guys watching the gate. I assumed they were just two guys chatting as I ducked inbetween them before they could ask me anything.
Very cool party all and all, with pleanty of room to walk around, hangout inside and drink, which I did plenty of. As for the bands, I enjoyed the new Get Set Go line up, Pu$$y Cow's extended set with new stuff like Taco Chariot was played. Tara and Emma’s band were simply damn good.
Lots of people I didn't know (I really don't know that many people) and lots of nice folks that I didn't really talk to. Celeste was super sweet and slipped me the new UCP album - I'm still very touched by this gesture. It is a little weird to listen to a album and already know almost every song on it, but it also rocks to sing along to the correct words now. All this time I thought one song was called Charlie Brown when its actually titled Charlotte Brown. Oops.
Finally left around 4.45 AM and woke up very hung over. Sunday was totally shot.
After being sick for almost three weeks, one night of too much fun results in too much posting for one day. I had a burst of writing today huh?.
Normal posting routine for the rest of the week I imagine.
What I didn't realize was that there are a few hardcore body builders/health nuts still trying to argue that some steriods are completely harmless, so research like hers continues to prove this as 100% fact, though most sane people already take it as such.
Anyhow, got a little kick out of this email from her the other day:
- Guess what!
My article on steroid addiction is slammed in the November issue of Muscular Development magazine (a big body building magazine!) and the article, "Steroid Addiction - Fact or Fallacy," is mentioned on the front cover! It is a 4 page article talking about how we are "steroid prohibitionists" and basically refuting everything that we say! And since it included our email address, I am sure the hate mail is soon to follow! I love it!
"This song reminds me of that time...," they'll say to themselves.
Often I have the urge to pause time to synch it with a song that has been making an impression on me lately. Unfortunately life refuses to heed itself for mere mortals and not until later upon replaying the song will I realize the lyrics don't quite fit anyhow, but the music might still.
This happens a lot.
Sunday 4 AM listening to the music of "Crooked Stars" within my head with a blurred drunken recall. I could've closed my eyes and stood there forever in the unchanged temperature of the night, the unchanged traffic patterns of the 101 becoming more than a low drone among the bridge pillars.
Tonight the unchanged me heard only music drifting between the empty streets and buildings. My first early morning Los Angeles moment, I told her.
It didn’t matter how stupid I was going to feel on the drive home from stating the obvious to the other, good empty parking lot conversations will always be long remembered.
Keira Knightley sure is pretty, but I'll be happy to see Christopher Walken if I'm lucky. My last premiere there was for Team America which was fun with free popcorn and soda (I'm easy to please and like shiny things too), but we got stuck in the front row which sucked.
These screenings just shuttle all the nobodies like me in and out the side of the building, so odds are I won't see anyone interesting.
Anyhow I know this is loosely based on a real person and early word is it very True Romance-ish in pacing. The preview doesn't make it look all that good, but we'll see.
- From director Tony Scott and inspired by a real-life story, Keira Knightley stars as Domino Harvey, who rejected her privileged Beverly Hills lifestyle as the daughter of a famous actor (Lawrence Harvey) and a Ford agency model to become a bounty hunter in pursuit of society's nastiest criminals. The film features a diverse supporting cast including Lucy Liu, Christopher Walken, Mena Suvari, Mickey Rourke, Jacqueline Bisset and Delroy Lindo.
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The top corners have been chopped off in this picture, but as you can see it was underneath the bridge, with the bands playing between the concrete supports.
I didn't see any dead bodies dumped on the surrounding blocks, but if you had to, this would be a great place.
I'm fascinated by this bridge for some reason.
There were some cute girls there too. Mike Schnee from Pu$$y Cow with trishariffic (according to Ashley's page), Tara, and I have no idea who the last girl is.
A handful of photos which I didn't steal here on Ashley's page.
There is a list of local bands that I've been following for the last two or three years that for one reason or another I've never made it to a show of theirs. Included in this group was the bands starcrasher (now Pretty in Stereo), popbandAlice, and this one Katie the Pest.
Katie the Pest is actually two girls, neither named Katie. After a lull in activity, in the last couple months they have started to play random shows and self-released the album This Giant Will Kill You. This last week I've been just really digging the new songs, especially "Sober", but that's just me.
From their bio:
- Melancholy vocal harmonies inspired by Phil Spector and Brian Wilson color the songs with shades of light, dark and everything in between. Talia Rose's loudloud distorted guitar, fuzzy and slightly dissonant, inspired by My Bloody Valentine, Sebadoh, and Jesus and Mary Chain provide a cloud of confusion. Mary's insanely danceable drum beats hold it all together, control the chaos; the beating of a heart caught up in the very first kiss.
Katie the Pest @ myspace listen/download
Katie the Pest main site - more pictures
What I can say before bed is that I had fun for the most part, but can't even tell you how stupid I feel right now.
Had tons-o-fun and many-o-drinks and said lots-o-things I meant.
It doesn't really matter now, does it?
Underwater City People is back from their little midwest-west coast tour and will be playing a free show with 8-Bit tonight.
Mr. T's Bowl
5621 1/2 Figueroa St, Highland Park, CA
Underwater City People -- 9pm
Abbreviated Daylight -- 10 pm
The Penfifteen Club -- 11 pm
8-Bit -- Midnight
Might go, but sleep sounds good.
Invited to a party which just happens to be under the 6th street bridge.
Should be interesting.
Bands playing: Get Set Go, Tara's band The Make Out Bandits, and Pu$$y Cow.
If you're a dork like me, you will find this interesting:
Pictorial guide to LA freeways
Fun facts about the Los Angeles area highways
This last one I thought was quite funny for some reason.
Mummy's Little Stalker long sleeve double layer punk slogan baby t-shirt by Nappy Head.
Punk Raw edge seams with a punky ripped neck. Ideal New baby gift, christening gift or funky gift for a baby shower.
Available from nappyhead.co.uk .
(@ $ 25 USD + $14 USD to ship to US)
I'm sure somebody is importing them into Los Angeles.
Oh you're back? I hoped I wouldn't see your ugly face again.
Ah but you do, don't you?
Yeah sadly. Alright make it quick.
Mr. Bring You Down had stopped by, didn't he?
Yeah, of course he did. I've been sick for three weeks now - going home every night to eat left over chili, read some blogs, and sleep like shit will bring you down. The Nyquil just fucks me up too.
Are you feeling better yet?
I think I am.
He told me you were coming.
Sorry about that.
Timing is not that important to me - I happen when I happen.
Well do me a favor and come back next week after it happens. Really, I just want to enjoy my weekend. It's October and it should be feeling like Rocktober before the holidays. You know how I hate everything from Thanksgiving through the first week on January.
Come on Robert, you know you don't.
I know. I know. If it wasn't for K+J...
I do a good job of hiding my dislike and try to relive the holidays through their eyes. It is fun that way. --- I just wanted this year to be different for myself --- I promised myself and look at this; you’re here.
You know why.
'Cause you're an asshole?
No, I can be an asshole. Not always an asshole. Big difference.
Yeah maybe. But you're right - I fucking hate it when you're right. Things change and secretly I don't like dealing with it.
I'm feeling rejected and I'm worried that this will be my theme until January. I have been looking forward at the possibilities and I wondering if I'm filling my self with shit again.
So you need another talk to Reality?
No no. It’s nothing like that. Like I said, I think I'm feeling better today.
Okay, I’ll talk to you later then – I have more people to disappoint at one o'clock.
Yeah, see you later.
His name can be found here
Kiss or kill? - 30
Reply to: email@example.com
Date: 2005-10-05, 9:24AM PDT
I was doin the jurk..and had to much to drink you were cute and we smoked cigs and talk till they shut us down..You said to meet you at some bar in hollywod but I was to drunk to remember...If you not her maybe we can fake it..yeah its the new real..
And this was the reply:
RE: Kiss or Kill (definitely kill)....buzz kill - 24
Reply to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Date: 2005-10-05, 10:13AM PDT
The bar was Boardners and you were VERY drunk if you thing we hit it off.
You smelled bad too.
I came in at 0.44 due to my handful of long relationships over the years - among other factors.
Most folks come in between 1-2, so if your number is a 4 or something higher, then you're probably doing porn.
Parking will suck.
Great line up with Pu$$y Cow, Bang Sugar Bang, So Unloved. The last two using this as their tour kick off with the Addicts. I think the tour starts tomorrow at the House of Blues. I don't know anything, so you can check that somewhere if you care.
I don't think I'm going tonight - throat is killing me, have to replace the brake pads on my car. Maybe I should get a flu shot this year. Being sick = sucks.
I have to laugh at myself today for being so predictable. If I get everything done and drug myself up I'll probably go. Bands and people to see and such.
All very pointless thoughts today.
Happy thoughts to escape the reality of the %$%#*^ server which is acting up. When the Corprate Enterprise edition of Norton Antivirus is not working on your server, you (I) might want to be a little worried. Hmm the clients seem fine.
Oh I hate my job today. Stupid meth head f**k in the other building is starting smack with me and the owner. My so called "assistant" is no where to be found = blowing said meth head in a closet or something.
I wish I was making this up.
Happy thoughts, Robert, happy thoughts.
Bunnies, and cotton candy, and a large roll of warm sourdough french bread, maybe I'll talk to so and so tonight, and a Phillys Best is opening down the street from my house very soon.
Just not soon enough.
Maybe the only show which can make me fall off the couch laughing (the Charlie Brown episode) or have me watch with my hand covering my mouth, trying not to laugh hysterically like a mad man.
You want to cook popcorn? There's a button just for that.
Want to warm something up in a minute? You can add 30 seconds at a time with two punches, or be anal with the exact 60 seconds. Rebel against the system and enter 100, just to test the appliance's intelligence.
The microwave is smart - It knows you want only a minute either route you take.
Meat, Fish, or Poultry? It's all there in easy to find categories. The Start button always starts the cooking as required. A light even comes on for your viewing pleasure - 30 seconds of spinning entertainment. The microwave cares about you.
It's so simple one would think. Imagine my confusion in the break room, everyday, seeing the timer with a remaining cook times from 35.32 to 67.17 minutes.
Everyday I wonder if my co-workers are that retarded.
There is enough here not to bore you and seeing that little old VW bug does bring back some great memories. Once you’re past the sentimentality, this is basically a simple movie, slightly better than staring at a blank screen.
The focus remains on Lindsay and Herbie but the relationship isn’t built up enough with the unchallenging script which shorts the actors in this movie, especially wasting the talents of Michael Keaton and Matt Dillon.
Basic plot: Girl finds Herbie, Dad won’t let girl race, Everyone hates Matt Dillion, Herbie starts smack, Justin Long tries to get into Lindsay pants, Girls disrespects Herbie, Girl saves Herbie from demolition derby, Herbie and girl race and save the day. Matt Dillon goes coo coo for coco puffs and set ups potential sequel. Audience is burnt out from too many product placements. Herbie gets laid. The End.
This Herbie has lost his soul over the last 30 years, mostly do to the over use of CGI in the personality department. The old car groaned, honked, and okay, defied physics, but it never morphed the shape of it parts into expressions. Old Herbie was alive, had soul and personality within its original form factor and supernatural powers somehow installed into it. Now new Herbie blinks, headlights move around like eyeballs, and has the ability to reshape the bumper to smirk - it’s actually kind of creepy.
Lindsay Lohan is every teenager and dirty old man dream in this movie - the healthy, inner glow, pre-crackwhore Lindsay that we know today. I thought she cleaned up surprisingly well for this G rated movie.
Justin Long was forgettable and looked the same as the last time I saw him. Again, what a waste of Michael Keaton and Matt Dillon.
The worst offense this movie makes is promoting NASCAR like it was a legitimate sporting event on par with golf or something.
I give it two Loranges