“I spent the whole day listening to the lyrics to the new Prince album.”
“And . . . is that bad?”
“All of them have such a Jesus undertone. It’s like he wants to get down and fuck but not before thanking the maker.”
“I can’t tell if I’m suppose to say if that’s hot or not.”
Can you stalk on the internet? Apperently it’s possible. But it’s different from stalking Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes to catch a glimpse of the demon seed that’s going to be burrowing it’s way out of her womb that was designed specifically to carry the reincarnation of L. Ron Hubbard. No, internet stalking is different.
You find someone on MySpace (the other damnation that I feel L. Ron had his alien fingers in) and you find there Blog. You search for their AIM, ICQ or Yahoo Mesanger screen name. You read about there lives that they spill in their Blogs. Then you add them to your Instant Messanger (whichever one your prefer) and you see them pop on and open a window. BUT, you don’t send a message. You just watch the name and wait for it disappear and then find pictures of Kelly LeBrock, say dirty things to them and then go to bed crying yourself to sleep on a pillow of salty tears.
Now if you are someone that does what I mentioned in the previous paragraph . . . uh . . . yeah I don’t have any help for you. But I have a great story for you!
Pinch (Chris) and I were watching Lucas’ parents house while they were on a family vacation. Dad said we could have people over and mom said no parties. So what did we do? You got it, threw a party. But, only with a few friends. Now here is where the story gets interesting.
Pinch and I had been at Starbucks, our usual hangout in those days, and had run into an old friend of mine from high school. Let’s call her S. Lockwood. No, Saritta L. No, that’s too obvious. Let’s call her Stalkatron2K3. So we invite S2K3 and her friend over to our place to the party. They show up and we all drink and have a good time. Now Pinch and S2K3 go to bed and everyone else passes out. I don’t think anything happened with them but I could be wrong.
S2K3 leaves early and Pinch and I sleep in.
Around Noon we hear sounds coming from downstairs. Sounds of cleaning and bottles being put in trash cans and all the lovely sounds that come with cleaning up after a party. We think nothing of it and sounds stop and then the front door shuts. We wake up and find the house cleaned and ready for the next night. Not sure of who did this we go on with our merry lives.
Throughout the day we receive phone calls from S2K3 and I hit decline on the phone. Yeah, I know that is rude but after the 12th call I was kinda getting freaked. We meet up with Shannon and Sexy Beast at Starbucks and have some smokes and coffee and talk about the previous nights events. About an hour later S2K3 shows up and comes up to us. She talks about how she cleaned the house (mystery solved) and how she had fun. S2K3 wonders what we are up to the night and we give her the story about “Oh we are soooo tired and just gonna head home and pass out. Sorry.” We part ways and tell Shannon and Sexy Beast to meet us back at the house.
We get to the house and since it’s summer decide to hang on the front porch and Sexy Beast and Pinch light up a bowl. For some reason we kept the lights to the house off and just chilled in the darkness, thank God! About 20 minutes later a car comes down the street very very very slow. We thought it might be a cop so we kinda ducked on the couch and hid behind the banister of the front porch. Turns out it wasn’t a cop. . . it was S2K3!!! She parked in front of the house, car running and rolled her window down. All of us were silent but watching her. Our hearts were pounding. After about 10 minutes my phone started to vibrate (again, thank God for inventing vibrating phones) and it was her. After two calls she put the car in gear and drove off.
We all had a good laugh about this and the story of S2K3 still lives and is still funny to this day. But, whenever I see her in public, which is about as often as Clay Aiken hooking up with a girl, I run the other way.
WARNING: This entry and it’s political views are the sole views of the writer. Take it up with the writer if you have any issue. If you disagree . . . good for you. If you agree. . . good for you. If you hate me for what I say. . . good for you. ENJOY!
You know after spending a weekend with family that I haven’t seen in a long time I should be bloggin’ about that. But, for some reason I am upset about a few things. I don’t want to turn this blog into a political rant but I can’t stand it anymore. So here it goes.
1. Tap This! This is an amazing country we live in. A lot of people bitch about it and say shitty things about this land we live in. They go on with their day-to-day lifes and never even stop to think “Holy shit, look at all the freedoms I have!” No, they bitch about how we are being illegally wired tapped. They don’t even know what they are talking about. We are only tapping those who want to harm those freedoms they take for granted. The government doesn’t care if you hooked up with some hot girl. They could give to shits that you got “totally wasted on St. Patty’s day”. Oh and to think they really care about how your girlfriend broke up with you and that you want hook up with the club-footed girl that works at 7-11 now that you are back on “bachelor” status. NO, they only wanna catch those that want to hurt us. Oh, and for all the Bush-haters out there who read this: Clinton did the same exact thing. NOOCH. Eat it.
2. Nothing like a good protest. Thousands of students in Los Angeles took to the streets and freeways today to protest the immigration reform bill that is being debated in Congress. Awesome. Nothing like immigrants stopping traffic, waving the flag of Mexico and pissed of that illegal immigrants aren’t going to be getting rights. What?! I am sorry, they should get rights?! Who the hell do they think they are!? They are entitled to NOTHING! If you wanna come to this great nation maybe you should go through the hoops that it takes to get in LEGALLY! Then you can bitch all you want. But, it’s America they are allowed to protest. But wait, they aren’t citizens, they don’t have that right. Wait, I am confused. Those mentioned above that hate this country and think we don’t have rights should talk to these people. Read about it here
3. Nothing like a GOOD BAD protest. So okay if you are an illegal immigrant you can protest but if you are with an evangelical group that is trying to stop the degeneracy of Pop-culture then you are bad. Assemblyman Mark Leno, D-San Francisco, who treats San FranFreako as his personal pulpit to do what HE wants had this to say to a PEACEFUL group Battlecry.com “they’re loud, they’re obnoxious, they’re disgusting, and they should get out of San Francisco.” Check out the article here. Ah so if you are for everything that he stands for, protest all you want. But if you are not for his agenda you are “disgusting, loud and obnoxious”. WOW. This place is turning upside down.
Sorry to get political. I am going to go watch 24, a show about a man that is a true American hero. He isn’t a gay cowboy. He is Jack Bauer.
Dear Mr. Reznor,
With all the years that I have listened to, bought and supported your band I am officially as of tonight extremely pissed off at you. With the way the world is today you had to go and shit on some of your fans in a style and fashion that would even piss of Paris Hilton.
To think, I have always and will still always love your music and then you go and treat US this way. By “us” I mean fans that are not part of your elite online pay-subscription group “The Spiral”.
Basically what you telling us is that even if we DO BUY, not illegally download, your music you are still going to make us pay you more money to be part of group that gets advanced tickets. Wow, you are smart man. Way to go. If you were trying to alienate part of your fan base by telling them “Pay me more money, and you will get the good seats at the shows” then you have succeeded.
But I will tell you this: I am downloading your shit from now on. No more of my money will go to fund you.
I thought you were the type of man that embraced your fans and wanted them to be with you in your creation of music and have a part in the chaos that you create when you play live? Well, I guess you only want those that will pay you more money to join your little elite club of people who would lick up your sweat like a mat-shot from the local bar on a Friday night. Guess what. . . . that’s not me.
You really truly are becoming a Starfucker, Inc. Way to go.
Sincerely,
Jason Steele
P.S. Fall off the wagon. Your music was better when you were high on something.
