I'm feeling low fi today

If you like low-fi stuff, you might like this video.
(click on picture)

Katie the Pest - this giant will kill you

pointless weekend post here


Sunday morning I ended my three day social adventure at six am; a trip bookmarked with a nervous drinking with faux fur lounging, and an all night party at a made up warehouse underneath a bridge.

Sometimes I write this to say hey I was up all night, hey I was being all scenster as fuck at KorK, hey I’ve been in a mood and was called out on it. Sometimes I just want to forget the words mixed with gin soaked breath spoken to a stranger and remember that honest smile from idealistic lips I’ll never kiss.

It has been said that I put up walls, that I shun help.
"Wait, you don’t understand." I had to tell her to shut up for minute but I needed to make this clear.
"I know I’m all sorts of fucked up."
We kept talking only inches apart and I reached out to gently pull her eyelid up with my thumb as she continued with her sentence, "...and I understand what you are doing. I do the same thing. We are very much alike in that way. Um, what are you doing with my eye?"
"Oh, you have really blue eyes and I just wanted to see it better."
"Yeah, I know..." and she continued with the verbal scrubbing of my perceived attitude. My grimed up can opener attitude that I’ve neglected cleaning between meals, layered grim between rotor and blade.

Oh the beauty of drunken conversations is that they end with the distraction of a lip ring girl asking for a light and before I needed to hide the can of thoughts just opened.

Denial: The other white meat

These nights of drinking, lack of sleeping are not getting me anywhere. Since I already have a good grip on denial, why not swing out and reach for pure escapism right? So I’ll leave assorted problems, unopened bills, mailbox filled with AOL cds and coupons for Chinese auto repair shops for family fun time in two days.

I’m going to miss my cat too.

: )

Hey peeps.

I'm going to Rhode Island later this week and I not really in the mood for it. Oh well poor me for having a vacation. Poor me for having to spend Saturday in Boston, one of the coolest towns in this world (so I hear) for the first time.
Poor me. No really, I can’t afford this trip at all.

Other news: I have a new assistant and she’s not an idiot like my current one. I call the retarded one my Pseudo Assistant because she only comes in for about fifteen minutes of work – a half hour if the lunch truck is here even though she's assigned to me for at least half the day. Anyhow miss Pseudo Assistant called in sick today and I’m thinking she didn’t want to train the new girl which is fine by me.

I’m in a good mood at the moment and ending this on a (personal) high note.

dec combo meal

Above: Los Abandoned @ Knitting Factory

Spring cleaning: three drafts from December crammed into one long post:
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December 23 Los Abandoned @ Knitting Factory

Before heading out to Hollywood I easily convinced Corey to hit Titos Tacos before picking up Ashley in downtown. I mention that only because I'm hungry right now and that sounds pretty tasty at the moment.

Ashley gets into the car and she loves driving city streets to every destination and Corey thinks he knows how LA is laid out in perfect detail in his mind. We all agreed that the 101 was fucked, so I said take the 10 to La Brea but Corey said that seemed like it was going out of our way and since he was driver 8 he started up seventh and then east on Vermont.

First time crossing the 101 grr, second time double grr, third crossing over it OMG god! I was beiong the uber back seat driver but come on, really, zig zagging around the 101 was anything but direct and if had just settled fortaking the 101 we would've arrived a lot earlier.

Hollywood and Highland randomness:

The whole night every suggestion was mocked with "Are you sure you don't want to take the 101?" to get this, to buy this, to hang out here for a while.

Some pizza eating guy who looked like the DA on Law & Order CI asked,"You guys from Australia or something?"

"Huh? Oh no were from around here. We just like to bicker, and I like just being right all the time." A nosensical answer to an equally nosenical question.

The opening act was this band Trucker Up was a little bit country, a little bit honky-tonk, with great banter and tasteless jokes. A band to drink to.

Los Abandoned was amazing as always and I can't say it enough.

We traveled to Fred 62 afterwards for late night eating where I had the Fred McMurray, a breakfast sandwich about five inches high.

While eating Corey spoke of a place where the hamburgers patties were marinated for a couple days
My eyes bulged,"Oh wow, that must've tasted like heaven"
Ashley chin drops to my reaction, "Oh you were being serious"
"Well yeah. I love me nothing more than a great hamburger"

true that.

Dec 10 + Dec 20 = hamburgers

I enjoyed the December holidays as much as one can, asking for nothing and received little more than a nice watch, and 25 bucks of In'n’Out gift certificates.

I think came out ahead: Hello, free hamburgers!

Dec 10th was another warm winter day in Los Angeles navigating the blocks around the Grove in search of free parking. I was dragging my friends to see Sara Radle play at the Barnes and Noble (in the bibliography section to be exact) and they were bored so there you go.

We started in the Farmers Market before the show drinking beers at 3 pm and chowing down on hamburgers as I tried to figure out where I've seen the counter girl before. Think she's Porterville fan maybe.

I hardly come to the Grove to shop, so seeing the holiday lights underneath a perfect 67 degree evening sky, with manufactured city stores and holiday crowds invoked memories of the New York New York Casino floor in Las Vegas. The real world is so artificial looking, but that’s LA for you.

Sara played a short set with lots of tuning and silly banter on the lack of crowd participation, She even encouraged shoppers to browse the section behind as long as they joined in singing back up. While the another singer set up their equipment I convinced myself to say hi, which went well except for my obvious nervousness. Why am I so shy sometimes? Somedays I’m surprised when it does and doesn’t kick in at times. Well Sara was nice and remembered me from when Cort and I stalked her shows last summer.

On the way back to the car there is a used car/rental lot across from the Grove filled with classic mustangs in various flavors. My favorite car had a plate which read NPLEASE. Found that very amusing.

Dec 20th
Went to eat at Huston’s at the Century Plaza mall thingy in Beverly Hills for Corey’s birthday. Not much to note but we waited for our table next to Peter Sampras and family - cute kid, hot wife, average looking parents of one of them. Our server Tish was ::hot:: and I ate a tasty 15 dollar hamburger with the worst fries ever. Really, how hard is it not to fuck up fries?

all hands

drunk audioblogging is retarded

saint and sinners - with caroline on crack

happy b-day le frost

Le Frost from 8 Bit is having a birthday today.

I've met her a few times before and she grabbed my crotch during a show once but other than that, just a total stranger to me.

If I don't implode or something

I like it when I have options (another listing of shows)
feel free to skip or continue

Tomorrow I'm going to squeeze all this in one evening:

First up is the movie of my dreams:
Intercity yeah like from the tri-state area...um I meant inner city kids, ballroom dancing and Antonio Banderas

trailer
Shut up. It's a free screening and I need to waste time

Kiss or Kill@ Little Pedros: [updated line up times]
9:30 – The OAOT’s
10:15 – Front Row For The Meltdown
11:00 – Midway
11:45 – Pu$$y Cow
12:30 – The Ebbs

Leave after Midway to Mr T's Bowl for: [ANOTHER line up change]
9:00 Letter OpenersThe New Fidelity
10.00 Underwater City People
10.40 Power Cords
11.30 New Maximun Donkey
12.10 The Randies


Asobi Seksu @ Spaceland 3.24
with Dirty Projectors and Ambulette (Maura Davis of Denali

Corey says this is the show to see that night. I caught Asobi Seksu last year and they are quite amazing live (and shoegazery)

Saturday
If I wasn't going to ashley's uber exclusive downtown homeless encampment warehouse party, I would love to see Sounds of Asteroth @ El Cid again (5 bucks 21+)

TAYLOR HAWKINS & THE COATTAIL RIDERS/Rye Coalition/Dropping Daylight
(Taylor Hawkins is the drummer for the Foo Fighters, and there will
be some surprise guests ?)
@ The Galaxy Theatre in Santa Ana
FREE if you rsvp at kissorkillnews@yahoo.com by 3/23

This is a great mp3 blog I just stumbled onto - lots of indie stuff
serial slingshot

maybe I shouldn't use the speaker to record

unsure

She's working three concurrent conversations from her bar corner location. I watched her talk to my friend, then the stranger, deciphering her hand movements, her word manipulations. Is she that drunk, that much of a spaz, potentially that crazy?

"You keep giving me those looks"
Great, my turn.
"What look?
"This one," she squints, cocks her head a bit with a devilish smirk.
"I don't really look like that," trying to dismiss her allegation with a slight shake of my head. I might even have rolled my eyes at her.
"Yes. You do!"
I pause to take a long sip of my rum and coke, and lean forward, "Oh you mean my 'I want to fuck you' look?"
"That's exactly what..."
"Yeah don't read too much into that."

[this is not an accurate recollection]

A few hours on Friday

When did I become so busy? Just last week I trudged home every night in traffic just to eat soup and sit on the couch to watch americas greatest inventor or americas top model or americas wife swap which sounds dirty but isn't. I guess america's glory hole (wiki) is just around the corner, but sadly it would be actually about installing new flagpoles or something.

Friday I wrote about my flat which forced me to buy a new one then the new one went flat on me only four hours later right before leaving for Kiss or Kill. I threw on the spare and went out on St Patrick ’s Day anyhow because I really needed a drink at that point. Arrived at Little Pedros safely and found Kiss or Kill pretty mellow with zero green beer or the craziness that one would expect at every bar that night.

The only thing worth noting, besides certain people not showing up that I wanted to hang out with, was the last band Overnight Lows. Very tight, singer reminded me of a tall Debbie Harry, had a little Gwen-ish in her voice...something, something, blah blah. They were great and had a strong commerical sound (not a bad thing) to them.

I walked in during their cover of Elastica's Connection. (watch old Elastica live footage -- funny: Overnight Lows did a better version than the actual band in this clip, but then again Elastica was waaay strung out on heroin during this period). The first thing I said to Corey, who was already in the crowd, that it seemed almost sacrilegious to cover this band. Corey understood it's just one of those bands/songs you can't short change in performing because they meant more than actual record sales reflected. Well it was a gutsy choice and they pulled it off with respect in my opinion.

Check them out at the (Cat Club on March 29th cancelled) Viper Room -Mar 30 or something.

Elastica – Connection mp3 (yes same song used in that shampoo commercial)

Overnight Lows
download songs @ Overnight Lows myspace or look at their less than useful (other than more pics) band website.

I'm nervous about Thursday.

somemomentsfromthelast72hours

If I had a tardis I would rock.
Then again knowing what a tardis is in the first place pretty much negates potential rockingness.

If had a tardis I would've brought a change of clothes and towel for the shower we have at work because I would've known that the drinking would've started at one am at the rustic inn. I would've know that I'd be waking up on a couch in Culver City very far from home but just a hop skip and a jump to work. I would've known four rum and cokes in an hour makes me all wobbly and I'd end up with a number in my pocket after drinks with a complete stranger.

If I had a tardis, I would leave it at home because I loved this time here and now. Life sucks and these LA moments are for me to enjoy and you to take for granted.

Los Angeles offer surprises wrapped in Denny’s pancakes. Buttery. Syrupy. Mixed with caffeine highs and Belle and Sebastian grooves on a Sunday night.

Los Angeles will flatten your new tire the day you bought it and fix in five minutes in a tire shop for only five dollars. Drive up food, drive up drugs, drive up tires, why not?

Los Angeles wants her picture taken on Sunday evenings who cares if you're going 80mph connecting to the Santa Monica 10, hand on the wheel, one on the camera phone, yeah yeah yeahs blaring, some kid tailgating.

Three ex boyfriends [over the last 3 years so this doesn't make her sound a whore, which she isn't and I wasn't implying that and I don't think anyone thought that either] of one girl, one room
Um yeah.


[A post with Doctor Who references will not help you get laid btw.]
[ok had to post this link to this video]

attn bay area friends

Um, isn't this the same group Tim was working with?

BAY AREA - DEA says pot candy is not dandy -- 12 arrested
Group accused of making drug-laced treats, beverages

[update: Found out he was working with a different group, so my friend is not in jail]

why can''t I fly my car to work?

What's with me and flat tires?

I've owned a handful of cars and had only one flat that I can remember until I bought my current automobile. In the last two years I am coming up on six flats now.

Today I made it a mile on the freeway before hearing the now familiar "that doesn’t sound right" sound of a deflated tire. Fortunately traffic was light, the emergency lane wide on this part of the freeway and knew I could switch it out in only a few minutes

Anyhow, there should be more to this post, but I have to make labels for Doctor Doolittle here at work. He honestly believes that he has found a cure to the Bird Flu via a mixture of herbs and vitamins.

I'm not kidding about that last part.
I need a drink - good thing it's St Patrick's Day.

Arrrr! Me ass is showing Arrr

Want to see a pirate with no pants on?

[updated: yeah take that bad links!]

can we say bananarama?

I'm no expert on the subject, but I do enjoy the euro-trash-pop that makes its way over (yay Annie, boo Girls Aloud) every so often. Here are two sugary bands you might secretly love and hate at the same time. Kind of like your momma.

Blur's Alex James and late 90s euro minor pop goddess Betty Boo (who? the londonist's words, not mine) have formed WigWam, a band to convulse to.

Watch a video here (win)


The Pipettes - I'll just quote their label:

"The Pipettes (Becki, Rose and Gwenno) and their backing band The Cassettes formed at a Brighton beach party last year and have wasted no time since in their stated mission to 'turn back the clock to a time before The Beatles ruined everything.' Their trademark polka dot dresses, doowop anthems and choreographed hand movements have earned them fans across the globe"

I would listen to the songs on myspace before watching the video because I think they are a tad stronger (yet still short and sweet)than this one. I haven't watched music videos in the traditional sense in years, and I can't tell you how many times they have ruined songs for me. This one kind of does that.

I really have nothing to write about besides what stupid bands I came across today. Well I did make this south park representation of me. oh yippee do.

{yes I know I keep updating this post - sorry, I suck at proofreading]

disneyhall

After the comic/graphic novel thingy at moca (the Chris Ware section rocked) on Thursday, I dragged Ashley up to the park on top of the Disney Concert Hall that I heard existed and open to the public.

We found quite a sizable park, that in fact wrapped around the west and north side of the building with lawns, full grown trees, a kick ass fountain and even a 200 seat children’s amphitheater.

If you see stairs, just go up them to reach the main park with unrestricted access until at least nine pm (maybe 10 even) and its also a great place to walk around and take pictures like we did. A little more hidden is another set of stairs which leads up to the rooftop terrace over the front plaza and partially behind the metal skin of the building. You can look into one of the smaller halls and squish heads with your fingers like I was doing in this picture.

Oh there are cameras every where so you couldn’t kill anybody up there or anything like that. Guess if you were really quick, sex would be possible, but that’s kind of hot gross.

Over priced tours of the interior are available on a limited schedule.

Some daytime photos here and here of the gardens from other people.

All that stair climbing left us starving, so we finished off the night at the Denny’s on Vermont where Ashley witnessed my gorging of the 5.99 [free to me and thanks to Ashley] sausage - pepper jack cheese scrambler with three yummirrific pancakes.

My dinner left me feeling damn hot gross afterwards, kind of like sex.

glass-ice-drink-straw-lips

She is the first person I see walking in. A few feet, four feet ahead and among friends. I stand against a wall watching the band play a song or two until she glances in my direction and smiles.

More standing, a little drinking.

I stop her as she passes by with a reach to an arm.

"Hi"
"Hey there, how are you?"
She seemed scattered between looking at me then the crowd past my shoulder.
"I'm doing good."
She's gazing into her open purse, fingers brush the golden lipstick case aside, sinking into the underworld of feminine mysteries and artifacts.
"How are you doing tonight?"
"Good. Good. I'm actually trying to find the bathroom in this crazy place"
I turn to my right, pointing straight to the end the bar with a forward motion before making a quick right gesture with a finger bend. With an "Ah thanks" she's gone.

As the thrid band plays I notice her a couple paces behind me in the crowd. She's doing her little dancing around thing with left hand cradling her drink, the other holding the straw to her mouth. This is how she drinks; a style seen repeated, that is more of a cute two step bob than dancing.

Fifth song, mid-song I turned to head back to the bar to be a little more tipsy. Two steps I make eye contact as her drink goes down mid-chest. Two more steps I'm there quickly reaching up, pretend squeeze of her cheek with a 'so cute' mouthed before walking away.

I pass her friend who is now laughing at me. Questions and no answers. I ask her friend again and I'm gone seconds later not knowing what to think.

All I know is that I'm done with this whole DG thing.

today - ugh

On one hand traffic was nonexistent this morning.
On the other hand I found my wallet in the clothes I just washed.

On one hand Corey has to wake up early, so little drinking for him. This also means that he might be doing all the driving tonight.
On the other hand I’m sooooo doing the opposite.

Kiss or Kill
Tonight – Free @ Little Pedro’s

The Diffs are not playing tonight, so now there is this Australian band on their way to SXSW called Shifter on first. Live mp3s and video to download at their website

Now I’m just trying to figure out how I’m going to do this and see Midway at Mr. T’s Bowl. Oh poor me. Gots to work, real post coming eventually. When I'm damn ready to post something. This post sucks, I know. Most of them do.

Check out this non-interesting blog: This girl likes looking at herself

I like looking at this one: mspaintiscrazy

OR watch another movie trailer remix: Brokeback Lebowski

Discuss: Monkeys are funny

1994
Cabin Boy starring Chris Elliot has a great scene with David Letterman trying to sell him a stuffed monkey. "Would you like to buy a monkey?” is arguably one of the best movie quotes ever.

1995
David Letterman hosts the Oscars, arguably the worst hosting job ever (I loved it), containing a taped skit of celebrities auditioning for his cameo in Cabin Boy. Rosie O’Donnell is surprising funny for a few seconds.

1996
Jerry Maguire contains the still sick of hearing it quote: "Show me the money!"

2006
Curious George tagline “Show Me the Monkey” appears on billboards and posters every fucking where.

Admittedly a direct connection to the infamous "Show me the Money" quote from Jerry Maguire and the Curious George tagline exists.
Show me the money …show me the monkey.
Get it?


I would like to suggest that there is an additional influence of the David Letterman cameo in Cabin Boy, and later the Oscars, in using this tag line. The simple minded only see the more generic reference, but I can’t be the only one to bypass the obvious and see the underlying humor in monkey selling either literally in the Cabin Boy example or in the selling of a monkey in a marketing sense.

Discuss.

making my list

A stuff going on this week post, bands and shows wise.
that's all - feel free to skip

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Wednesday:

The Makeout Bandits
Pu$$y Cow
OAOTs

3 bucks
so they can get sxsw


Thursday:

I'll probably join ashley for the "MASTERS OF AMERICAN COMICS" at MOCA (info here) since it's the last week and free after 5pm on Thursdays.

Katie the Pest with Mika Miko (they play El Cid tonight). Motley Coffeehouse at Scripps College, Claremont $2

Friday:

Kiss or Kill @ Safari Sam Little Pedros - five bucks 21+?
The New Fidelity -- The Diffs off the bill??
Front Row For The Meltdown
So Unloved -- The Randies

Midway @ Mr. T's bowl
Emily is leaving Midway :(

Great lineup @ The Troubadour / $10

Satisfaction 8
The Color Turning 8.45
Porterville 9.30
The Waking Hours 10.15
New Year's Day 11

Saturday

Punk Rock Social - Live

Jennifer Finch (of L7) and her band The Shocker
+ other bands + tiny venue = fun

Download a new Man in Gray song "sleeping"
They are playing sxsw at these venues

oh nothing is ever good enough for you ashley

So I left out a few bits in the last post below according to Ashley's comment.

Fine, here they are


Before we left for lunch I was flirting with this super hot girl on myspace. I said baby, we're going out to the Getty and it's going to be so hot. When I'm looking at the illuminated manuscripts I will so be thinking about nibbling on your ear. She wrote back asking who I was and I told her I was going to eat pizza and lather on pesto sauce between my fingers, roll around some flour and bake it like it was 1999 ala Prince style, but with spinach and chicken and shit,

She told me to get cultured and I knew she meant that in the dirtiest way possible. It was so hot but bitch have to wait because we need to eat. We drove around discussing our options and I was all like dude. duude! I need to eat - I don’t care if it's arbys or snackers at KFC at this point. Ashley was all like what's a snacker and I had slap the bitch upright to get my explanation to mean anything to her. Dude it was hot sitting at the patio at that bread place checking out the out of work actors and jailbait. Well the jailbait is more up Corey's alley and he likes the alley less traveled if you know what I mean. Dude my sandwich rocked.

Finally we made it to the Getty and that was kinda of boring. On the way down the magical tram we sat across two hot college girls. One seriously looked like veronica marrs (so hot) and the other had big brown eyes, but I played it cool cause dude don’t show his cards when the bitches are watching, and these were so much it was kinda sad, you know?

So we get out to the car and Corey is all lets blow this taco stand and get some beer and pizza and hopefully Crash will lose. Sure we say. Off to Ralph’s and we're trolling the aisle for chicks but it was dead there. Whatever didn't need any but can I tell you that Corey can’t drive. Fucking Corey can't drive because he's Japanese and you know what they say about them. Um they eat sushi and shit.

At this point it was all about Corey. Corey had to go to the post office, Corey had to pull out the wrong way, and Corey had to buy us pizza, Corey Corey Corey.
And then I ate a lot of pizza and fucked ten ninjas up.

I love pizza, yes I do

My Saturday highlight was a dinner at Denny's and a better than average SNL.

Sunday was too nice of a day to sit at home so I told Corey and Ashley that we were going to the Getty Center.

Picked up Ash in downtown then switched cars at Corey's to get some lunch. A hour later we decided on Panera Bread in Santa Monica. Perfect day for the patio eating watching the Coffee Bean guys scooting around on segways and listening to 17yr old girls talk smack about their friends and what car their friend was to receive on her birthday. It was my first time there so I ordered the Can't Go Wrong Italian Combo but wished I'd ordered a different half sandwich/salad instead. Don’t get me wrong, my sandwich was damn good, just not very adventurous.

We finally made it up to the Getty, enjoying the gardens and city views more so than the galleries. Afterwards we decided to continue the night with booze, spinach pesto chicken pizza from Abbot Kinney and the last half of the Academy Awards at Corey's apartment. I ate way too much pizza of course and ended up spending more time online feeling like the fat myspace loser I am than watching the awards. The show was over by 8.30 and then we threw in the 40yr old virgin and I slowly died from over-eating.

I would eat it all again.
Yes I would.
right now.
bring it.

bitter sometimes

written during the superbowl

She opens the door and there she is less beautiful.
Again with that gloom.

continue

Thank god this is going to be quick as it was just a delivery for me. My smile hid my achy arms and fingers that loved her years ago. I play nice and she offers little to sooth my uneasiness in this nice home on a nice court in the nice hills of southern orange county.

That's the just the way it goes some days.

I stand and dare not walk further in other than to deliver the breakables. On the couch sits the whale of the new guy with his fat moneyed hands. The Super Bowl is on and I toss him a hello and a generic wave over to the mass that doesn’t notice me over that turkey leg, or miniature schnauzer he's munching on.
(well, excuse the fuck out of me)

He jams the bleeding, limb dangling buffalo carcass into the mouth attached to his Robert Arneson-esque sculpture (that's being nice) knob. Cartilage sounds - stressed and pulled with each gnarred turn, his massive floppy lip over jawhead continues to eat.

Must be nice not to worry about skipping dinner to feed someone else over another inch added. He has plenty to give, to spend, to make sure all are fed, especially him three times over. Leave the hope for half eaten, left over meals for me. That’s my only real beef with the good him. The good, he's just another guy like me, him that has to be there.

Scratch that.
He ate that guy

I'm not a big fan of his false southern oc, I'm a regular person too attitude. Yeah I don’t like it. I call bullshit.

The gloom hangs around her still and I don't like to see her this way and never will. Three quick turns and I’m back on the Golden State in a better state.
That gloom is not my problem anymore.

half way there

For the amazing xTx

Thanks to Deadpan for letting me steal his artwork.
I never asked did I? I suck sorry.

i'mhopingthatitisn'tlikethisallday

I roll over slipping my hands over the soft, warm, tingly hairs spread across dunes created from her hips up to her chest.

Our first time snuggling underneath the covers so it's a little weird and a little giggly. Just weeks ago we noticed each other; I taking note of her dark hair hanging over eyebrows that swore like a sailor. A hot girl sailor.

I closed my eyes as she wiggled closer into me, finding that fit that didn't exist before. This is nice. This is better than nice I think but something is wrong. Eyes pop open to the stark morning light sensing something not quite level. Something really, really wrong...

BECAUSE I OVERSLEPT BY THREE HOURS
AND IT WAS JUST A FRIGGIN' DREAM.

"Oh this can't be good" was the first thing I spoke.
Fuck, it's 8 am. I'm supposed to be a work at 8am and it's raining.
Double Fuck!

I'm at Arco getting gas and two pumps on the same side are open. I'm facing the opposite way so I pull up in reverse but this guy is slowly coming in the other direction SLOWLY and sees me backing up to basically MY pump and he's pulling up to the HIS pump but doesn’t stop. No, he SLOWLY pulls up to MY pump passing HIS fucking pump. WTF! W T F?

Argh I hate you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm forced to pull around the pumps to HIS pump which is now MY PUMP and stupido is totally clueless, gets out and walks inside to pay. I'm glaring at him; the guy on the opposite gives me a wtf with that guy look, because he saw everything. I shake my head in disbelief. Seriously wtf.

THEN I'm almost at work after driving for 1.5 hours in the rain with stupid people and I see the delivery truck park ahead on the two lane street I'm driving up. Two guys jump out and open the big metal side door on the street side, the opposite side of the street of me. I'm still driving up and stupid delivery guy number one swivels his body away from my direction and take two steps landing in my lane THEN he sees me oh let’s say about twenty feet from running him over with this thing call a mid size sedan that will easily squash you into blueberry pancakes shapes, but it would be blood and guts berry really and I would be even more late to work because of the paperwork.

And that's not hot.

Stumbling or v2.0

I was going to tell you the difference between flirting and hitting on someone or how a hug with hands on the back and ones that start on the hips are two different beasts. They are. Trust me on this.

Let me talk about moments in no particular order mind you.

1) “Hey come on,” she started.
I kissed her neck as she continued, “we both know I’m not the one you want to be kissing right now”

Looking at her I spoke with either words or silence, I don’t remember but they both sounded the same.


2) “I’m sorry”
My head buried into a shoulder, speaking lies to her shirt collar. I chuckled at my poor attempt at deception. My hands around her waist, pulling tight surely gave me away.
"No I’m not,” I confessed.

Drink one part vodka
Hands around waist, kiss to the cheek, share smokes.
Repeat.

For less sober, high altitude cooking:

Step up to sidewalk, place hands firmly on her cheeks.
Pull close.
Kiss her on the lips and run away as slowly as possible.

That was my favorite part of the night,


3) Its about choices and control.

say happy b-day to Matt for me

Worst kept secret ever:

That’s right Kiss or Kill’s own bands The Knives, The Letter Openers, and Pu$$y Cow will all be sharing the Key Club stage with The Infamous British Punk Legends THE ADICTS, who will kick off a string of California shows at this Friday’s Kiss or Kill.

The Knives – 8:00, The Letter Openers – 8:45,
Pu$$yCow – 9:30, The Adicts – 10:30

Tickets:
$15 - Will Call / $15 night of the show at door (no ticketmaster)
There is $12 day of show list (email: kissorkillnews@yahoo.com with name for each tix) and $10 presale tonight 3.2.06 only @ Kibitz Room 9-midnight

TONIGHT:

The Power Cords, Service Group, Kris Special, and the Dollyrots
@ Mr T's Bowl - Free 21+

Jessica Dobson 8:45 PM
Biola University (next to the campus coffeehouse)
La Mirada Free/All ages

Friday version 1

It was after Midway’s label showcase at the Gig that I finished off the kettle one and OJ soda, arriving at Little Pedro’s Blue Bongo momentarily unaffected. The venue was small for a full blown Kiss or Kill but it was a last minute location change that ended up with the right vibe for the night. High marks for its long bar, cool couches, and easy parking, with the only downside being a finicky sound system. Heard that they will be setting up a rooftop patio in the near future, so I hope to see more events there when that happens.

Saw the Makeout Bandits, listened to Silver Needle from the bar, missed the Letter Openers, the OAOT’s and only caught half of the last Get Set Go song. A whole bunch of 2 dollar pbrs and my half pint vodka drink might have something to do with that. Maybe. In reality I was outside yapping to Serina and her new job, or watching Colin enjoy his 21st birthday:

From Joe:
Colin got deeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuunnnnnnnkkkkkkk and upped the dana ante. When I get drunk, I try to make out with every girl in sight. Colin trys to get them to make out with each other.

From Colin’s girlfriend:
-Colin trying to get me to kiss every girl I knew there.
-Colin frothy-mommying E and LR
-Colin telling every girl he met or already knew that she was "a looker."
-Colin asking for another whiskey and coke after all this.

Oh you can read this girl’s take on the night.
She loves Get Set Go and hates Joe’s band Pu$$ycow, so of course he put her review up as their about the band section on myspace.

She also went to the GSG show I missed Monday night.
Looks like she hates the Service Group too.

Corey was nice enough to let me crash on his couch after dropping Ashley at home. I remember boasting about two hugs and how hot that was (I’ve been over using the Paris Hilton phrase on purpose all month) and then worrying about JP hating me. Corey said she wouldn’t because it wasn’t considered nice to hate retards and then yelled t me to get my feet off the dashboard.

Corey, I drooled all over your couch, so there.

While you're there...

Drink as much as you can in two hours and enjoy the sights because it's only a distraction.