I guess it’s been a little bit more than a while since an update has been said by someone other than not me. What? Yeah. Forgivness, please.
But I’ve been busy, is the point. Myspace.com/rowanband. Click that for deets. More shows. More hos. THE END. MORE YES.
Fudge. What else? Nothing really. Just Rowan and other things I can’t talk about. That’s it. Untill then…
I’m not sure myself. What the hell have I been doing? Seems like riding my bike to a whole bunch of different places. Soccer mostly. I fell again, which is totally not cool.
Bought a tv adapter and a memory upgrade for my computer. Now I can watch/record tv… and run bunch of programs in the background. Also hooked up the poop hose for the first time to my house. What an unpleasant experience. Furthermore, the entire trailer had been smelling terribly for the past few days. I think I finally sorted out that it was the gray tank being full because I didn’t realize I even had two waste tanks. I figured out how to empty it, emptied it and then it was empty. The smell is now dissipating. Win.
So another show! Which is aparantly at The Faire Gallery Cafe in Seattle. Sounds exciting! Come on down and enjoy!
Show went great. Holla atcha, Gladiators! Into The Storm, you seemed cool. Although we didn’t speak much.
We had a good hangout at the Port Townsend fairgrounds afterwards where drinks were drunk and bowls smoked. No fire pits though, unfortunately. Seems like we’re aiming to head back to PT at a different venue come early October. Until then, we’re rehearsing and recording for a demo. The myspace page will become raped.
Hung around at a Less Avenged video shoot Saturday evening. The shedule got effed because of power issues and large lighting rigs. Shit got sorted and there was then splashing and music. Everyone seemed to have a good time. I just sat around and looked menacing all night. I think it worked.
Try Stella. Nice white caps.
Oh, and I forgot to mention (a few Stellas later) new addition to the world: Kinsley Morgan. Welcome! Make yourself comfortable!
Also later. The Orphanage was not a good movie. Perhaps if you liked the dull pacing of The Others, you’ll love the crap out of this movie. Otherwise, it was tepid, predictable and uneventful. In my opinion, anyone who regales such a film is not credible. Take that action to the bank.
I’ve been on the phone with Commonwealth several times (each time with a woman) in the past couple weeks sewing up a loose account I opened while in Australia and I must assume that they put conscious effort into saying “goodbye” flirtatiously before hanging up. It’s like back in high school, when you’re saying goodnight to a girl you’ve just been nervously talking to for hours. All the awkward mistakes you made rush by you as you search for something smooth to say in parting. Instead, you only sputter out a string of consonants and gasps when, all of a sudden, you hear the most gentle siren song you’ve ever heard. “Goodbye” in that delicate, adorable little girl voice they like to put on. Oh my goodness. Hello clouds! It’s so strange to see you down here on the ground - Oh! My mistake. I’m floating!
Seriously. I just got off the phone (having closed my accounts) and I’m tingling. She just barely breathed the word. I knew it was coming because of my past exchanges. But bravo, madam. Sensational! I’m considering calling them again to open a new account and start the whole process over again.
Maybe I have a hot phone voice and they totally want me. I realize my phallic fortitude is often palpable. I didn’t know, however, that it transcended the technology barrier.
Australia totally rules. I’ll have to head back there again soon.
The Ocean also rule. Just listening to Precambrian again for the first time in a while… what a magnificently expressive force.
Just try and guess what I’m going to talk about. You go ahead and try.
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To be fair, they’ve got an out. But that doesn’t excuse the fact that every chick on that show is doable to hot. And they all pretty much are killed eventually. At least the cylons. I guess that’s actually what I’m talking about. I’ve seen a couple human chicks die. But those cylons… damn do they get murdered.
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That’s right. I’ve deleted my account and washed my hands of it all. I’ve already blasted myspace here once. I couldn’t take it any longer
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I’ve left Indiana once more!
Slid in gracefully to Sea-Tac last Saturday. I was antsy as crap to get balls rolling, so the very next day my sister and I headed to Seattle to get a new bike and apparently some clothes. I also had an iPhone in mind but found out they’re sold out EVERYWHERE. I’m not sure if I’d quite call it “sold out”, since AT&T doesn’t even seem to be trying to keep them in stock.
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As of today, if you Google “covered in pee”, my website comes up as the number one hit! I think I speak for everyone when I say “Congratulations, Jason!”. Really, I owe it all to the spiders.
I don’t show up on Yahoo! though (like it matters, Yahoo! doesn’t even have its own verb). Number one is the Pee-wee’s Playhouse Wikipedia page. Followed by frenchpee.com. Rounding out the top three is “Bukkake Pee - Sluts Covered in Cum And Drenched in Piss”. That doesn’t seem very polite.
Live Search what? Nevermind that.
Oh well. Can’t win ‘em all. But you can win one! Like I did!
Think just a little about it and you’ll realize that those pompous anti-pot ads categorize all marijuana users based on the irresponsible actions of a few. Sound familiar? They claim that if you smoke marijuana, you’ll go nowhere in life, your friends will hate you and your younger siblings will follow your lead and break your parents’ hearts. Give it a rest. Something doesn’t smell right. I think it’s because they pulled this shit out of their asses.
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