I understand that anyone reading this may be a bit nonplussed by the wildly random subjects of my LJ...but I have to tell you, I love to cook. And that being said, I have discovered the PERFECT base recipe for the ideal baked potato. Silly? Maybe. Practical? As a guy who grew up poor as dirt, yeah. The secret is to cover your potatoes in a salt- ( Read more... )

Here it is, folks. The problem with the 'liberals', the problem with the 'left'. Not enough ass-kicking. Not enough PASSION, not enough insight into what they (we) are actually fighting. Look at this ( Read more... )

That's me! But fuck it, I FINALLY got a good job! I'm one of the new buyers at amazon.com, a place that takes care of their employees (I can finally go to the damn dentist), right by Uwajimaya (cheap Asian world, anyone?), costs nuthin' to get there (taking the tunnel), travel twice a year (New York and my old enemy Las Vegas)...hell yeah! Time for ( Read more... )

"We all understood that their work and their lives and their long-range professional Fate would be a lot easier if I went out on a slick Ducati motorcycle one night and never came back ( Read more... )

OK, Huntspatch, here's your chance. Sleepytime Gorilla Museum, the best avant-rock band you'll ever get, is playing MARCH 10th at the 'Flying Monkey Arts Center'. If you live in north Alabama and you MISS THIS SHOW, you have no reason to continue on in your silly existence. They are JUST THAT DAMN GOOD! Go see them. I personally guarantee the joy ( Read more... )

That's right, I've got a new bed! It fits perfectly into the alcove in my bedroom, it's all black, and the damn cat loves it. No more couch-surfin fo' me! The drag is that I've got no one to break it in with...poop.

Here's a bit about the school I attend ( Read more... )

The wind this morning was so bad it tore my umbrella out of my hands. The rain was horizontal, smacking me in the face and waking me up. My new office (for the week) is 10 stories over 2nd Avenue. I have a great view, it's just that the whole place looks like fucking Dark City...I'm freezing, and I LIKE it cold...

A Thanksgiving Prayer by W.S. Burroughs (my adopted uncle ( Read more... )

There's a song by Cop Shoot Cop called 'Swimming in Circles'. It has a nervous, queasy violin bit in the back that makes me think of strychnine poisoning. I kind of feel that way now. Chilly, dirty, a little paranoid of something just outside of my direct control; like the first time you see a war on TV and know you could get there, too, or the joy ( Read more... )