Morphine for the soul

Lately I have been a bit busy with a healthy dose of mortality. The brief time we spend on this earth can only be counted in years and accomplishments. What sort of legacy will you leave behind given a small amount of time? The earth was shaped over the course of millions of years to acheive the level of unimagineable beauty which exists today. According to scientists we have only existed as a species for a mere blink of an eye. What are we supposed to accomplish on such a truncated timetable? I sit next to a person who has taught me the meaning of the word "resilience". So it pains me much more to see the effects of the cancer that is ravaging their body. The invisible killer,the great equalizer...The way that people waste away is scarier than any zombie movie can ever hope to be. This is way too sad.

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COLLIDE FACTORY from Matthew Prickett on Vimeo.

To Be Read After I Am Found Dead.....

Who said that an honest opinion could not be deliberated without a glass of whiskey???
Why me of course....

Thousands of people have crossed my path and I haven't even blinked twice thinking of their feelings until recently having a torrid encounter with a newly full fledged hormonal breakdown of a tween daughter...
I'm an obtuse blunt instrument on a good day but not realising the end of the month for my future caregiver is unforgivable and my latest blunder....which I am not proud of....What a dick.

It's on the calender..

Thanks Alot You Racist Bastards I Hope You Die...

3 NJ teens charged with videotaped immigrant death

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By SAMANTHA HENRY, Associated Press Writer Samantha Henry, Associated Press Writer – Wed Jul 28, 4:15 am ET

SUMMIT, N.J. – Dusk fell around Salvadoran immigrant Abelino Mazaniego as he sat on a bench on a promenade in an upscale New York suburb after finishing his restaurant shift. As night encroached, so did a group of teenagers, including one with a cell phone videocamera at the ready.

Then, authorities say, they beat him unconscious, with the camera rolling.

Days later, the 47-year-old father of four was dead — but not before the video had been circulated among teenagers in Summit, N.J., authorities say. And not before a nurse in the emergency room where he was taken the night of July 17 was accused of pilfering several hundred dollars from his wallet.

The attacks on Mazaniego's body and dignity resulted in days of escalating court actions that culminated Tuesday in murder charges against three young men, ages 17, 18 and 19. A fourth teenager believed to have videotaped the attack hasn't been charged, but authorities weren't divulging details on the teen's involvement or potential culpability.

In Summit on Tuesday evening, a young girl sobbed, trembled, and clutched the waist of an older woman as they stood in a group of five people in front of a shrine of sunflowers, votive prayer candles, handwritten notes and a photo of Mazaniego that had been placed on the bench where he was attacked. Speaking quietly in Spanish, a woman with red-rimmed eyes said she was Mazaniego's wife of 29 years, and the rest were family members. She declined to give her name, saying she was too upset and scared to speak about the attack.

Mazaniego was "a hardworking, punctual, friendly employee," said Colin Crasto, manager and chef at Dabbawalla Indian restaurant, across the street from where the attack took place, and where the victim had worked for three years as a cook's assistant. A photo of Mazaniego was taped to the front window, with a message saying he had been the sole supporter of his family and asking patrons to donate money to help his family.

Along Summit's main thoroughfare, a place of upscale clothing and jewelry stores, real-estate brokerages advertising million-dollar homes, and luxury SUVS parked along the street, merchants and residents said the attack was an anomaly for the town, a vibrant mix of nationalities that considers itself welcoming of immigrants.

"I know bad things happen all the time, everywhere, but it's unusual here," said Neil Rodriguez, the manager of The Wine List, who knew Mazaniego, as he worked a few doors down. Recalling Mazaniego as a "genial, really nice gentlemen," Rodriguez said that, as a Hispanic, he was bothered that the incident was being portrayed by some as racially motivated.

"It's a random act of violence, there's not a lot of racial strife in this town," he said. "I'd like to see the parents that produced such monsters," he added, referring to the alleged attackers.

Khayri Williams-Clark, 18, and an unidentified 17-year-old, both of Summit, were arrested Wednesday on manslaughter charges. Williams-Clark pleaded not guilty to the charge Friday.

Now they're charged with murder, along with Nigel Dumas, 19, of Morristown. A spokesman for the public defender's office, which is representing Williams-Clark and the 17-year-old, declined to comment Tuesday and said the office hadn't yet received an application to represent Dumas.

The 17-year-old is being held in the Union County juvenile detention center, while Williams-Clark is being held at the Union County jail on $100,000 bail, prosecutors said. Bail for Dumas, at the same jail, has been set at $250,000. Authorities wouldn't say how many teens were in the group or whether there would be more charges. They also weren't discussing theories on the motive for the beating — whether it was Mazaniego's background, a thrill killing or some other reason.

But it apparently wasn't an attempt to get the $640 in cash that Mazaniego was carrying.

Police found the victim after the beating and took him to the hospital, where, officials say, nurse Stephan Randolph, 39, of Flemington, took the money out of the unconscious victim's wallet.

Family members noticed the missing money and told authorities, who charged Randolph with third-degree theft Monday, six days after Mazaniego died.

Randolph could not be reached for comment by The Associated Press this week; a phone listed in his name rang unanswered.

Sometimes You Just Can't Say Shit...

As far as you know, it's legal somewhere....The pound Sterling mark gives you an incredible account on where the picture generated from. I think this might be an insight of the incredible accounts told of the trip a mutual friend had to the "Wizarding World of Harry Potter"this past summer...Now mind you this is a young man of outstanding moral fibre in the small community of the world renowned town of Winchester,Va. Any tales told would resound heavily in the tomes of Winchester lore....I myself prefer listening to these tales with a half of a bottle of whiskey but nonetheless I was enthralled....He began weaving his tale wearing nothing but a pair of hip hugging shorts over a saggy pair of Abercrombie & Fitch wife beating underwears which pulled on his non-existing hips of white guy...OK it was totally weird this night but I showed up obviously because I wanted pizza to cook in our oven...and the beer needed refrigeration immediately...
As I guessed months before when the Half Blood Prince featured a glimpse into the inner machinations of the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.....I knew,It was going to be a total Freak show of Epic Proportions.!!!!... I had lived in a small town where people would dress up for less ...but this...this, would be utter fucking hell on EARTH as we knew it... I foresaw this months ago when this certain individual poked and prodded the "fans" of the series without himself understanding the dire and self extenutating circumstances involving this book series. But me myself,I knew there had to be some sort of a chinese hell lurking slightly behind the grim veil of fandom and it would be revealed to him thru some sort of whiskey induced kismet culminating in his penis shooting out of his beloved volkswagon into the theme park...whiskey is a hell of a drug. In the end the stories lived up to the hype with everything culminating in "if that fucker wasn't that fat and wearing a cloak in 100 degree weather I guess it would have been fine"
Myself I figured he hadn't thought of cutting down his waiting time at each part of the park by invoking the the "cruciatus curse" on all the dorks available... what a dork!

Ecuadorian Drug Hustle

WASHINGTON – The Drug Enforcement Administration says it has helped seized a submarine capable of transporting tons of cocaine.

DEA officials say the diesel electric-powered submarine was constructed in a remote jungle and captured near a tributary close to the Ecuador-Colombia border. Ecuadorian authorities seized the sub before it could make its maiden voyage.

The sophisticated camouflaged vessel has a conning tower, periscope and air-conditioning system. It measured about nine-feet-high from the deck plates to the ceiling and stretched nearly a 100 feet long. The DEA says it was built for trans-oceanic drug trafficking.

One person has been taken into custody. DEA Andean Regional Director Jay Bergman says the sub's nautical and payload capacity is a serious development.

The End Is Very Fucking Nigh

Absence of sunspots make scientists wonder if they're seeing a calm before a storm of energy

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By Stuart Clark

New Scientist
Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Sunspots come and go, but recently they have mostly gone. For centuries, astronomers have recorded when these dark blemishes on the solar surface emerge, only to fade away after a few days, weeks or months. Thanks to their efforts, we know that sunspot numbers ebb and flow in cycles lasting about 11 years.

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• Why is the sun losing its spots?
• Scientists find a big drop in the strength of solar magnetic fields

But for the past two years, the sunspots have mostly been missing. Their absence, the most prolonged in nearly 100 years, has taken even seasoned sun watchers by surprise. "This is solar behavior we haven't seen in living memory," says David Hathaway, a physicist at NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Ala.

The sun is under scrutiny as never before, thanks to an armada of space telescopes. The results they beam back are portraying our nearest star, and its influence on Earth, in a new light. Sunspots and other clues indicate that the sun's magnetic activity is diminishing and that the sun may even be shrinking. Together, the results hint that something profound is happening inside the sun. The big question is: What?

(Images of the sunspots from NASA)

Groups of sunspots forewarn of gigantic solar storms that can unleash a billion times more energy than an atomic bomb. Fears that these giant eruptions could create havoc on Earth and disputes over the sun's role in climate change are adding urgency to these studies. When NASA and the European Space Agency launched the Solar and Heliospheric Observatory almost 15 years ago, "understanding the solar cycle was not one of its scientific objectives," says Bernhard Fleck, the mission's project scientist. "Now it is one of the key questions."

(Photos from the recent solar eclipse in Africa)

Sunspots are windows into the sun's magnetic soul. They form where giant loops of magnetism, generated deep inside the sun, well up and burst through the surface, leading to a localized drop in temperature that we see as a dark patch. Any changes in sunspot numbers reflect changes inside the sun. "During this transition, the sun is giving us a real glimpse into its interior," says Hathaway.

When sunspot numbers drop at the end of each 11-year cycle, solar storms die down and all becomes much calmer. This "solar minimum" doesn't last long. Within a year, the spots and storms begin to build toward a new crescendo, the next solar maximum.

What's special about this latest dip is that the sun is having trouble starting the next solar cycle. The sun began to calm down in late 2007, so no one expected many sunspots in 2008. But computer models predicted that when the spots did return, they would do so in force. Hathaway was reported as thinking the next solar cycle would be a doozy: more sunspots, more solar storms and more energy blasted into space. Others predicted that it would be the most active solar cycle on record.

The trouble was, no one told the sun.

The first sign that the prediction was wrong came when 2008 turned out to be even calmer than expected. That year, the sun was spot-free 73 percent of the time, an extreme dip even for a solar minimum. Only the minimum of 1913 was more pronounced, with 85 percent of that year clear.

Italy vs. Paraguay Streaming

I need information on how to watch the ABC network televised games because my town doesn't have it. Much help needed please leave comments and suggestions....thank you.
Would like to have this problem resolved before the sweet 16... I have tried all the sites on the google.com top 150 sites and they are all paying sites, this will not stand. We must unite against these corporate assholes who don't even love the game...

Germany vs. Australia streaming

Yes, I can cheat too and have you check out my site and try to rope you into doing some stupid fucking quiz or test and then I will redirect you to the game. BULLSHIT. In case you just checked in I spent 35 minutes looking for some posting of the World Cup game Germany vs. Australia,USA vs. England and all I found were these pay sites that were extremely promising but alas were exactly the same shit I mentioned earlier. The problem is I live in a shitty town in the mountains that doesn't offer the ABC network. Weird,right? We can waste millions of dollars on spaceflight and retarded shuttle launchings that have not improved the impoverished residents of earth who starve on a daily basis ,but we can't get ABC in this shitty town. So I thought I could count on the millions upon millions of people who live on this earth and use up terraflops of bandwidth uploading pictures of them drunk and showing their prepubescent breasts on myspace and still another stupid cat video with the beast flushing the toilet to help in my quest to watch THE CUP. But No Way man!! Not a one person in the whole wide world was streaming this. The world is finite my friend and all this SHARING online community bullshit is an illusion. Money, honey that's it.

enjoy the World Cup ...

Grim Reaper 3, Mankind 0

I am addicted to weather watching and I know it's a hobby for olden people but the implications are too numerous to mention. A quick shout out to the Hollywood "Dead Pool" they are having a busy,busy week. Gary Coleman, Dennis Hopper and Rue McClanahan dead all in the span of a week. Pretty morbid but that's what old people do, they die don't they? As the last shovel full of dirt hits the casket or your hear the final tweaking of the knobs on the control panel of the incinerator oven it's all the same to me. Do what you can with the time allotted and make sure you return your books on time to the library. That's it. Don't worry about what I'm doing, go find your own shit to do...

the "I see dead people" sessions....

Don't ask but it was either this in the morning or nothing. It had rained the night before so after shaking all the cobwebs loose and disposing of the eye mocos I walked outside and looked around like I usually do all ADD-like to survey the storms damage. Florida during hurricane season is a bitch because any little thunderstorm will wreak havoc on your ass...Not too much crap to pick up so I decided that since the sun was already poking through I would go to the local Goodwill to look for records. At that time the only place that sold vinyl was Uncle Sams and Goodwill. I lived closer to Goodwill so usually that was decided early on to only go to the expensive record store only when visiting the Fat Ninja. I struck gold that day because I found this album back to back with a peter Tosh album in the crate. The name scrawled on the cover gave me the impression that his mom found out what he was doing (smoking weed) and made him throw all the reggae out of the house even though when the kid hit college he would enter a drum circle for 5 years and flunk out anyway. It always amazes me what people toss. Shit,man. In short this album is the quintessential piece in any persons collection because of the perfect blend of storytelling and musical harmony. Nothing outweighs the other. The birth of Dub I say...Who's with me?





now leave....

Whatchootalking Bout, Willis?

Send in the clowns, the laughter that was short officially died today. A little over 4 decades of a somber life cut short in his rise to fame from the ashes of his former television career; we say good bye to the body of Gary Coleman (1968-2010). Another one of the stars I watched as a child myself has bitten the dust. It brings a little bit of the smell of death closer to my nostrils. I sniff it then rub two fingers down the inside of my leg where my inner thigh meets my taint, yeah, it smells the same. Death surrounds us and pokes fun at us because of how scared we really are. Our own little lives are so futile. We could only wish to utter a catchphrase which will catapult us into pop culture. Instead we curse silently into the crook of our elbow and disguise it as a sneeze. Farewell Gary.

The New Dildo

Imagine a world where everything was fair and fairy tales came true and the rabbit got away from jumping over the dingleberry bush. Now drop the crack pipe and enter a sobriety program quick. Life is the greatest teacher, I have heard. Sure, why not! I'll believe anything once. Taking the time to break down all the minuscule things that bother us in a day is so incredibly time consuming anyway. What I really try for is to live in the now and enjoy the now while trying to not think of things I have absolutely no control over. Like that hole at the bottom of the ocean spewing black death into the Gulf Of Mejico...Or the 1000's of acres of rain forest that are slashed and burned daily. I am the beautiful center of the universe, I am enlightened. (cue tooth falling out into sink) This must be my obsession week of the month. Insert this weeks couple things such as the premiere issue of Bound By Ink and the article on how to make your own tattoo machine in prison and the latest album by Rusko, entitled OMG...


Published with the intent to deviate your brain from your lame job and on a mission to fill your life with color and true awesomeness which is the tattooing community, Bound By Ink is a fresh take on the conventional magazine by departing from the all too familiar tat mag formula. The layout is fresh,informative and written as though it was penned by a an old friend who wants to holla at ya about sumpin'. This combined with a new crop of tattoo photo dogs who have completely gone digital this magazine knocks those sad old dick magazines in the dirt. I give everyone a chance but my prediction is that once the sponsors start rolling in with the money spots everything else will get squeezed out thru the pages...I hope I am wrong...
the "whadafack happening"session:
The Fat Ninja asked if I had heard this yet...
Now that I have, I can honestly say that American music is too overproduced.
This album packs everything from hip-hop influences, sprinkles of Miami Bass,gaye house,French Techno-House,Disco,T-Pain and a loogey of noise. I don't hate it but I have to listen to it at least 2 more times to figure it out. I did play it while working out today and it was fun. Maybe have it playing in the background of a cock fight slash tattoo party.






If I type in the word Justin Beiber I will be on google more than a demi-god...

I Broke My Record

Thanks to all who have made this day so wonderful. By taking the time to help me break my record of visitors to my humble bittersweet blog. Today I found out 22 people had witnessed my writings yesterday and I wanted to personally thank everyone of them. So, thank you times 22.

Now if only I could get some feedback I wouldn't feel like this was an incredible waste of time. Sure times are rough and everyone in the house needs dental work but on the upside we are all healthy and the fridge is stocked. Happiness is a dry fart someone told me once...Little did I realize what a nugget of wisdom that would be...Count your blessings..etc.etc. I get it, really I do.Now if only I could convert all that faith into some cash flow...It's a good thing I still believe in the white mans sensibilities.

"white people music sessions"

I can't thank this band enough for teaching me the ways of sexy time songs.

Speaking of sexy time songs who can't thank Mr.Barry White for having contributed to their birth. Seriously?

Thank you ELO for showing me the ways of old theater people going crazy on drugs but making awesome music which transcends time and space...




now fuck off...I'm all thank-you'd out

1984 Lives...

These shoes never helped my dance skillz...

LOST

Today seems like I got punched in the jaw 57 times, but only as a friend. But that's what happens when you visit the dentist and he yanks on your soul. But I digress. I own 5 seasons of LOST on DVD so I consider myself to be pretty steeped in its history and all the sub-plots and threads there incurred. Now comes the clincher, the thumbnail biting super-duper ending and I haven't watched it on live TV since season 1. It seems that it is a massive trending topic right now and I don't even have the slightest idea of what the hell is going on. So instead of boring you with the details here is my take on it. First, it's on TV so wait until it comes out on DVD. That's it. I lived to tell the tale and I watched it at my leisure and I am no worse for wear and my soul is intact. The panic that is ensuing is reminiscent of the season finale of "Seinfeld" (which I never watched) Complete freak outs combined with endless dribble on the Chez' Net Google machine. Even the tiny blogs I follow seem to be alive with talk of the sonofabitch Sawyer video. I love the show don't get me wrong but some people just seem to let trivial things rule their little lives. Not downing on most people but things that happen outside of the box are too important for me. I am constantly faced with way too much reality outside of the telly. Besides an oozing finger and a head full of emotional baggage which only lately seems to be invading my quiet little center of the universe (not by my own hand mind you) My cup is mad full, yo. If your world is quiet and quite void of drama I advise you to please,please,please do not invite this little fucking bastard of a gnome into your happy little home. It will prove your undoing, I promise you.....I leave you now drama free(I hope) and happy that my root has gone missing from my head hole. Enjoy the chips please.
the "Who needs drama in their life"sessions

My dad worked a shit ton when I was growing up and my mother did too so you can see why I got into alot of trouble as a young man. I picked up this album after being exposed to some serious shit as a teen with a full time job in a Sicilian restaurant aka drug front and a crazy discount on the now defunct Eastern Airlines. I flew to New York a lot and hung out in Queens with my cousins who engaged my every record store whim from Rock and Soul records to Fat Beats back in the day when vinyl was KING...Big Daddy Kane to me was a revelation, he was a pimp, a playa, a style coach and more importantly he taught me how to treat a woman...Years later I think back on the many lessons and hoped they would permeate me but alas how soon one forgets.. The album made a mockery of most other MC's out in the newly minted rap market. The white man had already sunk his teeth into many artists, but broke them on Kane's adamantium hide.

(this fucking stupid blog program fights me everyday so the type color is different only in this section excuse me as I push everything down a bit where it will turn red)

From beginning to end this album resonates with a power and a hunger which can't be felt on any new school rap cats out there. Certain expressions may sound dated but you will not be able to dissuade anything said on "Raw". As far as I'm concerned you bettah run cuz you can't hide. This shit set precedence.

Samantha Fox-UK-Singer slash Sonwriter slash Tits-Born 1966
Frankie Poullian-UK-Bassist-The Darkness-Born 1967
Ed O'Brien-UK-Guitarist slash Harmony Vocalist-Radiohead-Born 1968



now go and find me a better blog program that doesn't suck ass.....

April-3.... Mr.Bitterness-0

I don't want to mad dog anybody but the month of April has kicked me in the proverbial nut sack(s)...If you know what I'm saying. First, the 609 dollar piece of glass for my sister-in-laws car then slamming my thumb in my friends van door and having to drill two holes in it to release the blood and to close out the deal I had an emergency tooth extraction this morning which of course involved cutting into the jawbone to release the broken tooth. Right about now, as my tongue feels as fat as a phonebook, I wonder what other surprises the month of April has to offer. The swelling combined with the lack of feeling on the right side of my face gives me the sensation of having passed out on my face on a cold slab of granite after a hellacious drunk. My only refuge at the moment is curling up on the couch with my protein shake and my copy of "Blood In Blood Out". Advil and Tylenol is the only thing on the menu for tonight. Once the shots wear off they will have to do. Back when I got my wisdom teeth extracted in Savannah I went to a rinky dink DDS in downtown who handed out Percocet like fucking M&M's. He would hand you the prescription while you paid the bill. Those days are through,son! The room is spinning....because of the blood loss.

"the extraction sessions"

My mouth hurts so let the music speak for itself..
http://www.mediafire.com/?035rbnmwzyw


be back tomorrow...

The Birth Of The Cult Of Chucha Tu Madre

I was on the Google machine one afternoon a couple of months ago when I discovered one of my favorite writers had a Tweet page or account or whatever you call them shits. I gladly started following him and traced him all the way back to his homepage which , to my chagrin is titled "The Cult"..Lemme 'splain....MY site was born out of the desperate need to purge my brain in an Exorcist regurtitative type manner or else I was risking certain brain damage.My site's title has its roots firmly planted in the swamps of Savannah,Georgia and can trace its lineage way back...I am offering this origin tale at no extra cost unlike all the comics I used to buy when I was a young unwed hispanic mother. No, really I am not an imitator or a "biter" as we used to say in the dinosaur days. Cast your mind back to yesteryear if you can. The year was 1997 and it was an unseasonably warm April in Savannah's loverly historic district. The Fat Ninja and I had arranged a meeting at the local hibachi style eatery "Headays" which why the hell it was called that I don't know. As usual I paid and the meal was exceptionally good since we had beat the lunch crowd. It seemed there wasn't a sense of urgency to get the food out so quickly so the ancient Asian man took his time preparing the meal. By the time we got our steaming plates of teriyaki chicken, we were absolutely starving. As we proceeded to "tuck-in" as my English mates would say we were rudely interrupted by a garish looking woman who looked like she had seen the business end of too many crackpipes in her day. She stared harshly at me and began to move her mouth quicker than her words were coming out so it gave her the appearance of a badly dubbed chop socky western. When her words and mouth synched up finally she stammered out :"Are you in a cult or something like that? I'm just interested in all of your piercings.." I had a mouth full of food and heart full of piss and vinegar. I thought of two things and one of them wasn't inviting her to eat with us because she had already sat down with us. The second was, how can I fuck with her? I chose the latter and shot the look across the table to the Fat Ninja who was already starting to laugh because he already knew the size and the magnitude of the avalanche of bullshit which was about to spew forth. "Yes actually I am in a cult", I said in my best white guy voice. "The Cult Of Chucha Tu Madre"....I proceeded to explain in great detail brutal rituals and extremely graphic initiation procedures to further broaden her wildest fantasies....I saw a grain of rice wriggling out of The Fat Ninja's tear duct as he stifled the laughter for exactly 25 minutes... And so the CC2M was born. On the mean streets of Savannah. The legacy came later as history has shown us. Now let me prepare you for the weekend with some high caliber music choices prepared by the Chinese cook who when we left just stared at us and said "You boys crazy"......

"y'all get out from around here"sessions....


A little background info on this newly discovered gem. San Francisco formed L.A. based band channeling Velvet Underground,Dinosaur Jr. and splash of The Rolling Stones. Former member of The BrianJonesTown Massacre Peter Hayes, needed a new sound and happened to run into another distraught genius in high school Robert Levon Been who shared his vision. Englishman Nick Jago joined them on there first albums but was replaced by Leah Shapiro. This album it seems has been long in the making. I now have to back track and listen to the older albums so I can't fully describe the growth of the band but I can guarantee one thing if you play this tonight before you go out and stare at yourself in the mirror and say "Bloody Mary" six times you will wet your pants. Be warned. It rocks.
http://www.mediafire.com/?tjmz2nmmyhm

Phillip Wright-UK Drummer-US Band Paper Lace-Born 1948
DJ Alice aka Soyo Oka-Japanese songwriter composer-Nintendo Corporation-Born 1964
Gerard Way-Singer-US Band My Chemical Romance-Born 1977



finger is STILL oozing....

Super Weenie Hut Jr.

I once thought about trying to win a dance contest like on the tv and movies. I never once considered it to be a truly demanding sport or activity. But with the onslaught of publicity being thrown on my eyes and ears like the final shovelfuls of dirt on my coffin I can no longer ignore the fact that Americans are fat and lazy as shit. America ,where the t-shirt that reads "Work fascinates me, I can watch it for hours"was created. America ,the creator of the term "Super-size". America, birthplace of the warehouse size supermarkets; where instead of regular sized trolleys they hand you the keys to a small lorry parked outside for your purchases. The current sentences were brought to you by Dancing With The Stars and The Biggest Loser... Obsessed with other people losing weight and dancing with pros seems trivial to most but not to my fellow compatriots...As they lounge exotically in bed surrounded by mountains of food stuffs surrounding them satellite-like they engourge themselves to no end...I am not a religious person but isn't that one of the original sins? A nation consumed by eating and worshiping technology. And now the latest news is the rise of American troops murdering innocents in The Middle East...I have a relative who was one of the 9/11 recruits who touched boots in Afghanistan 8 weeks after the towers fell who commented to me on more than one occassion that his platoon had to be forcibly removed from the area they were assigned because of the high amount of collateral damage they had inflicted in the region. Big fat bullies. Yay!

My finger hurts, here is some music....

"finger-bibble sessions"

Born Rodney Basil Prince (I dare you to say that to him)in Kingston,Jamaica he quickly rose through the ranks in the toughest clubs in Kingston. Armed with a background in DeeJaying and heir to the Scorpio Soundsystem throne he perfected his sound while convalescing after a stray bullet almost killed him at the age of 14. His sound consists of dancehall,reggae and a rocket propelled grenade. Vicious,vicarious and vivisecting the issues of Jamaica, Bounty Killa is a force to be reckoned with. I for one am HOOKED....
http://www.mediafire.com/?omrzmtjtyxu


1915: Billie Holiday (THE female jazz singer) Died 17.July.1959




ok I promised I wouldn't ask ever but, I wish someone would leave comments....I know you are out there I can hear you mouth breathing..

Finger Banging is for Pussies...

I apologize for slacking but it would not be a perfect ending of a week if something horrible happened on Saturday, just to tidy up a bit. Yes that is my drill, yes that is my finger, yes, that is my finger just after I had to drill it to release the pressure that had been mounting for two days. Just when I thought it was safe to go back in the water, this happens. I answered the call of the bonds of friendship to help a fellow who was in dire need of a pair of hands. He pays cash and I was actually looking forward to spending some time getting my hands dirty and using my cool lay-off mustache. It was early morning, about 7am and I had not shaken the cobwebs loose from my skull and the double cappucino he brought had not begun to weave its magic. We arrived on time to the rental place and handled the lift we needed with ease considering its hefty weight and awkwardness. Basically all the dangerous stuff was in check because of our vast expertise in handling these types of situations. We were both worker bees and hardened in blue collar work. We then made our way to the bakery where we met the owner and proceeded to unload. I released my seatbelt and it shot forward and around and slammed into the side window. It was like an ejector seat type explosion which caused my friend to yelp "HEY, the window, be careful" I agreed and as I jumped out of the van I tried to hold it back whilst closing the door with my right hand and in one swift movement slammed the door on my thumb which caused me to jerk my hand down and sprain my thumb all at once. INSTANT PAIN and purple thumb. The rest of the job which involved manhandling two 500 pound ovens went off without any problems and we were home in no time. FAST FORWARD 2 days later and the heartbeat inside my finger where my clone was growing was telling me to kill it with a power drill....I had no other choice, the pain was deafening and I couldn't hold out any longer. I was crunching up a mixture of advil,naproxen sodium,bayer aspirin,tylenol and migraine medicine like mutherfucking Max Payne...and the pain would...not...stop. I prepped the drill bit in a pot of boiling water which boiled for 10-15 minutes to maximize the curing and restorative power of hot water to germ ratio. I steeled my nerves for what was to come and started drilling until.. "AH!" I said aloud as the drill hit home and the foulest looking concoction of blood and broken tissue shot out of the hole at an alarming rate....I think I said what I said out of surprise, not pain. Here I am two days later with two holes in my thumb and my typing abilities still in check. I LIVE and I await the horrors of this new week, it just has to be better.

"the fingerless sessions"

Is it weird that I listen to such hard stuff and in my moments of pain and weakness J-Pop is always there for me like an old friend that I can't understand what the fuck they are saying to me but it comforts me?
http://www.mediafire.com/?qgojjmj3th2



go away I'm still in pain...

Welcome Isle of Man!!!

Since I installed this crazy flag counter on the blog I haven't really been to excited until just recently when strange and exciting foreign countries have shown up on it. The latest welcome addition to this Cult Of Chucha Tu Madre....(drumroll,please) is The Isle Of Man!! Can you really not be excited with the world at your fingertips? I have a couple of new updates on my tattoo extravaganza. This of course after having been raked over the fucking coals for a month and a half with Dermagraphics. Now a little wiser I decided to go with a tried and true company out of Phoenix,Arizona called Superior Tattoo which has surpassed any of my dreams that I never even thought of having. (does that even make sense?) The minute I hung up the phone with them I had a tracking number in my email, a permanent account, login etc.. and last but not least a receipt or bill of lading for all of the products I ordered. Fantastic service. Today I received everything on time and as promised and I could never be happier with the products. Then I heard a loud crash outside my window. I tentatively opened the shades and to my horror I saw the bed cap from my truck wedged upon my sister-in-laws Subaru Outback and the back window smashed out. After the screaming stopped I called Safetilite to ask for the price of the glass. I swear I heard him chuckle when he asked if it was the drivers side window. The reason for the humorous chortle, 609 dollars american ,bitch that's why. So I guess I should start tattooing pretty fucking quick because there went my dentist money.

"there went them teeths" sessions

Cibo Matto may be my asian american, happier version of Portishead. I can't nail down the exact moment they entered my life but I have done nothing but spread their cheery gospel nonetheless. FUN,FUN,FUN. You can even overlook the mispronunciations but truth be told, it only adds to the flavor. Guaranteed to make that drive home a semi-automatic spew of funny catch phrases that can be sung out loud. If "I know my chicken" won't make you sing-a-long you better check your pulse a-hole.
http://www.mediafire.com/?h5mjdmlciyd

Public Enemy Number One

With the advent of an up and coming 40th birthday most people write a sappy, self deprecating and hellish introspective about how they spent the first 4 decades of their life. They'll have these dreamy flash backs to yesteryear and complain how kids have it easy now with their space age gadgetry and cool teenager clothes by Miley Cyrus...Myself, I'm more along the lines of fuck you I had fun and I am not ashamed to brag about it. Sure times have changed for the worse but that just makes me proud to be part of this communicable virus known as humanity. Now at the touch of a button I can offend someone half-way across the universe. The world has truly changed since 1970. Music has changed the landscape considerably almost to the point of a cross gender inducing pop icon status ray that shoots into your home and transforms you beyond all recognition. One moment you're a rocker and "Puahhh!" the next moment you are wiggered out with your baseball hat all askew. "MTV is dead Pandora rules" is the lunchtime cry across the halls of improper conduct and fart jokes. I for one am glad that the mighty have fallen so hard. How can anyone stand music with visuals... Last FM rules the cyberwaves powered by a little project started in a small cubicle which has grown into a godzilla sized behemoth called Twitter. It is a very exciting time for music and music lovers. The gravitas of the moment is being weighed in on still by asshole music writers but the final outcome is still far away. However, when a simple tweet can sink a multi-million dollar farce of a movie in one night, that's a misplaced cry of "Power to the People!!" Wouldn't you say?? It's funny how the 18-25 voters have dominated in the past couple elections. I remember when I was asked during the voter registration period in high school what party do I claim? I answered Independent only because I didn't know what I stood for yet. The road was still too twisted and sick to be revealed yet. Now that information is moving at the speed of thought I don't think any post modernistic father of modern psychology could start to wrap his mind around what is occurring in our modern world. Where we stand, at this technological apex, we should maybe lean over and stare into the dark abyss beneath us even if scares the shit out of us.
On a somber note I just found out that Jun Seba 36, of Nujabees fame (samurai champloo soundtrack? anyone?) died of injuries sustained in a traffic accident on February 23rd 2010, he will be missed. On an even darker note Alex Chilton of Big Star died of an apparent heart attack at age 59. So on my birthday I would like to say "Thanks,I'm truly glad to be alive and enjoying your music this day"
the "Born to be Alive" sessions...

It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to.. Especially since I will play what I want...






I always complained nobody would read this and right when it actually has a little traffic I sleep on it. I will return tomorrow.