At work, listening to “Dig Up Her Bones.” The true spirit of the holiday lives in our hearts. Let Halloween commence. Also, fuck all the haters. True Misfits fans can appreciate Graves-era Misfits.
On cartoon network: Beetlejuice. On IFC: Alien. Decisions.
Do you think people from Transylvania ever dress up as Dracula for halloween?
Hey Dickface, Don’t come into my store and demand I help you find the “absolute funniest costume ever,” the one that if anyone saw you they’d think it was “totally stupid and awesome,” and then not give me any help. You ended up getting silly, cartoon printed scrubs. Dickface: those are silly. People are going to look at you and go, “huh. That’s...
This is horrible. Every customer in here is dumber and more horrible than the last. It’s madness. Fuck you all.
You know what I always find a bit scary? That type of person who can engage in socially conciencious activities, but only really feel them on a structural level. I suppose it’s picky, but it’s like being forced to do social work by judge ruling, only the judge is your own misguided feeling of needing to belong to something. If you really like helping people, go for it. If you like...
I’m about ready to throw up and pass out. My life is falling apart. Jesus Christ I’m an idiot.
There’s a lot people missing chromosomes at work today.
I had a moment where I thought I lost my bag with my iPod, headphones, and my paycheck in it and I almost had a heart attack. Materialism sucks. Those monks have it right.
I just spent the evening trying to hook up these great Boston Acoustics speaker (A60s) to my stereo only to find they’re totally blown. Bummer.
You wanna depress the shit out of yourself? Go on the Ann Arbor Craigslist and look for ANYTHING. Jesus fucking Christ.
I have returned to full internet capacity, which I can’t say will make my life better, but will at least facilitate my procrastination. Several gasping thoughts as my head bursts out of the water: I’m thinking of starting a garage rock band. I need to play with my amp again. I rather liked the season finale of Mad Men. Of course it’s insane and heart-breaking, LIFE is insane...
My tumblr: 40% Stupid observations trying to sound smart. 15% long diatribes about comic books no one reads. 15% music nonsense masquerading as review. 10% trying to be funny and clever. 5% pictures of junk I think is funny. 5% pictures of junk I think is awesome. 5% demos. 2% short stories/fiction. 2% pictures of myself. 1% reblogs. tumblstats Inspired by looking at several...
It begins again
I’m so bored at work I’m taking extra bathroom trips to pass the time. No one even wants my help. Welcome to reality. Hope you enjoyed your vacation from crushing mediocrity. Started a new pilot and going to commence curating songs for the new album. Going to try to actually write and start budgeting time.
Does it ever weird you out when the plastic shopping bag you get from dollar stores feel dusty? As though coated with the shattered dreams of those who shop there, ground into a fine powder and scattered on the wind? Just checking.
We’ve moved into the apartment in Ann Arbor. It’s suitably huge and will have a bitchin’ office/guest room/music studio. I also got a job, which is good because my unemployment was set to run out next week. Definitely feeling better regarding my financials. The wage is somewhat paltry, however, I make rent in a week. Assuming, y’know, I don’t get fired or something.
THE SOCIAL NETWORK: An Avalanche of Geniuses
It has been suggested several times by various parties that I see the successes of others as some kind of personal assault. This is true. I suspect (confirmed by my mother who, while not nearly as prone to bitterness, understands the root of the feeling) that this is a Jewish thing. While I’m not exactly sure what in Judaism it stems from, I’d be inclined to agree. There’s...
National Coming Out Day
Tomorrow is national coming out day. Do you think it’s in poor taste to come out as a totally awesome dude? It is something I’ve struggled with over the years. My friends and family don’t understand. I’m often discriminated against by people who are threatened by my awesomeness. I guess, even though it can sometimes be a burden, I don’t regret being born this way....
Catfish: I Guess I'm Glad I Didn't Let Anyone Tell...
Just saw Catfish: There is something unquestionably fascinating about the movie. It’s difficult to address since both the film and the marketing push behind it seem to be obsessed with the idea of there being this shroud of mystery that gives this little flick it’s charm. I confess it’s not a bad campaign since there is something certainly exciting and exhilarating about...
Things have been moving both incredibly fast and incredibly slow. Is that called something? Good things: new apartment, improved outlook on life, freshly set-up guitars, retweaked pilot, decent movies in theaters. Still need: to start playing music again, job, enroll in screenwriting classes.
Three Fingers: a Hollywood "Documentary" in...
In my never-ending pursuit of new and exciting comic book stores to affix myself to, leech-like, and try and synthesize a social life, as McGiver might make a bomb from a car radio, some twine, and chewing gum (in this case, the car radio would be played by awkward over-sharing; twine would be open dislike of other people; and chewing gum limited knowledge of relevant, relatable subjects), I...
I think the feeling right now with criticism and reviews is that it’s rare that...– Marnie Stern clears up some things about her Best Coast dis over on Vulture. The “discovery vs. criticism” thing is very on-point. One of my lingering aggravations lately is that more emphasis is placed on finding the next new whatever than in seriously following career artists. (via perpetua) ...
Made it to Ann Arbor in one piece. Slightly cracked, but otherwise whole. Despite going on 3 hours if sleep, I feel good. It feels good to be somewhere that’s getting touched by fall, that’s just a bit sleepy. I’m a layers man myself. I think the interview went well but I’ll know later in the week. Fingers crossed.
Also, fuck you Regina Spektor: that solo is just long enough. Stopping jealous of Prince’s stone cold mastery of R and B and go make weird whale noises on your songs or something.
Still about 13 hours out from Ann Arbor. To pass the time, I’m trying to see how many 7+ minute songs I can listen to. On now, “Purple Rain.” Up next, “Bat Outta Hell”
jayjneedsabiggerboat: Amount of money spent on fuel during my most recent ramble:100$ Driving through the Mojave Desert, near Death Valley, while listening to Mastodon: ferociously priceless. That’s downright adorable. I spend almost $100 every time I fuel up.
Slept in the van again. Not nearly as horrible as the last time, except I’ve had the single Barenaked Ladies lyric, “THE CHICKIDY CHINA, THE CHINESE CHICKEN” stuck in my head. All night. The good news is that today, that’s been replaced by Prince’s “Let’s Go Crazy.” We are never gonna let the elevator break us down, oh no, LET’S GO!
A note of explanation:
OK, I’m sick of living out if a van. I’m sick of feeling lonely and lost and worrying about the 110 degree heat ruining my records and my guitars. I’m sick of not playing music and spending money I don’t have. That in mind, I’m hauling my ass to Ann Arbor and digging in my heels against the brutal winter. My plan is to take classes, write, submit to writing...
I have a job interview in Ann Arbor, MI on Monday at noon. I am currently in Los Angeles, CA. CAN I MAKE IT???
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Cannot stress enough: Adam Green = nicest dude in the multiverse. Go give that guy your money.
The best part about this is how INCREDIBLY...