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Tuesday, August 5th, 2008

Subject:Gone to Ireland and Spain.
Time:2:35 pm.
If the plane doesn't blow up somewhere over the Atlantic, or I don't die in a bar fight, I'll see you in a few weeks.

Well, not literally.

And the metaphore's a bit weak...

...

WOOO HOOO! Ireland!!
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Sunday, April 6th, 2008

Subject:Racism
Time:7:40 pm.
Any one who read the review?

It isn't being published until I take out the racist comments?

ZUH?
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Monday, March 24th, 2008

Subject:Japan Nite
Time:7:48 pm.
Japan Nite- Musical madness from the land of the rising sun or A night with a crowd of the socially awkward.

I arrived at the Knitting Factory in Hollywood, Ca promptly at 8:47 pm. Totally on time for Japan night, a tour of six bands from the land of Nippon, playing in smaller clubs, delighting Otakus, WeeaBoos, and Old WW2 vets alike. After a correcting a little mix up where I tried to pass off a receipt as a ticket, I was allowed inside. The knitting factory is a smaller club, which I prefer as it allows a more intimate and personal experience while watching a band. The bands are always close enough for me to reach out and physically assault. Though with my freakish ape arms, a result of I renegade scientist father, I guess that isn't really saying much.

The first band was Scandal (myspace.com/scandal4) a pop punk quartet in school girl outfits. Their music was standard but good. Being the opening band the crowd was just getting warmed up, so the energy levels were low. The girls themselves had the required amount of energy to be a pop punk band, but only the required amount. The entire experience was just that standard. Nothing to write home to Japan about in the funny moon language they speak, but not bad. A good opening act. Also even though they were only fourteen HOLY GOD were they attractive. They might have been robots. Pedophile bait bots.

Next came the Ukelele duo with a western theme, Petty Booka(myspace.com/pettybookatokyo). These two young girls are the latest incarnation of the duo, which cycles in new faces every couple of years. They play a set of "brue glass" cover songs. The really special part being the songs they cover. This night they did the reggae song Don't make me cry, the Ramones' I want to be your boyfriend, and Ukelele Lady. There is a very specific joy that can only be brought on by hearing a Japanese girl sing "If you like a ukelele lady, and a ukelele lady like a you", I squealed like a little japanese school girl, which made me fit right in. Beyond the gimmick of dressing alike and singing punk songs, they have a good voice and their mandolin player was wonderful. A bit lower on energy, but the western theme made for a more mellow set of songs.

Following was Ketchup Mania(myspace.com/ketchupmania), a punk quartet. Or more, a punk band with a J-pop singer. This was a band that people were here to see specifically, especial my friends, and it was easy to tell with the immediate crowd reaction. They have a good heavy punk sound, thumping double bass drums and chugging distorted guitars that is balanced nicely by the tiny bouncing singer. They had a great stage presence with the crowd responding by dancing madly all over the place. I stomped around the mosh pit throwing small asian fans as they ran between my legs throwing their fists in the air. Fun was had by all. They engaged the crowd with a punk chant song Bad bad bad, though I'm not sure what that means in English. There was also the singer's melodica solo, which I may have been a fan of mainly because I'm into girls with an oral fixation.

Next was, and in my not-so-humble opinion the best band of the night, Detroit 7(detroitseven.com). The best way to describe their musical style is to use the extremely general term hard rock. But that is what it is. Just rock n' roll, turned all the way up, with deep bass lines, wild drums, guitar solos scratched from her guitar, as she sings in the voice from a thousand cigarettes. The first thing I noticed, after I was done falling in love with the singer/lead guitarist, was the bass, which was up so high most girls instantly smiled and fainted as the vibrations traveled up their legs from the floor. Next came their drummer who reminded me of a female Keith Moon. She had so much energy and there were no slow parts, and every time she fell into a steady beat she would change it up with a drum fill. The guitarist/singer, outside of the wonderful faces she made during her solos, continually walked out into the crowd to allow the socially awkward little asian kids to shrink back confused and probably regretting their lack of confidence preventing them from taking advantage of what could have been an awesome memory. Her solos had a messy surface but were wonderful as she bent and squeezed each note from her guitar's neck. They looked as if they were having the best time, which made me dance all the harder. I spontaneously, and with out realizing what I was doing, screamed out my love for her. She responded with a funny face as she walked into the crowd, guitar behind her head, turning to offer me a token of her love. I reached out above the short people in front of me and took it. Her blue guitar pick. Or plectrum in Japanese. If you have to check out In the sunshine, please do.

The next band was the Emeralds (Emeralds.jp). Or the pleather explosion. The trio looked as if they had accidentally hit a herd of cattle on the way to the venue, and then in the spirit of conservation used the skins of the carcasses to make their clothes. Very eco friendly. The first song was spent asking the crowd over and over if we were ready to rock n' roll. We would yell "Yes!" each time, but I don't think they understood since they kept asking. Then after some fiddling around with the monitors, proving the house wasn't ready to rock n' roll, the drummer went off on a five minute rant, presumably on the wonders of engrish. I don't know, I couldn't understand him, but he seemed very emphatic. They were a standard rock band with the appropriate amount of J-pop, that no japanese band can get away from. There was a little surf influence as well, and they loved Jerry Lee Lewis so much the hook from his hit song Great Balls of Fire was featured in several songs. They were a pretty mediocre band, standard rock, though I feel as if I was missing something, since every other band their loved them. Members of every other band could be seen dancing or watching from the sidelines. Maybe I should learn that crazy moonspeak, then I too would understand why average rock n' roll is so great. They had good energy and the crowd responded a bit, but nothing like the previous two bands. They did invite the lead guitarist of Detroit 7 to play with them, she obliged because she missed me. I know this because for her solo she walked right out to me making the cutest funny face. I responded in kind, then reached up to tousle her hair. She felt like love and rainbows. Their big song was Kiss me baby, and it was good. But average. I wouldn't be disappointed they are on the ticket, but I wouldn't buy one to see them. They then told everyone in the broken english of a true immigrant, that this was the last song of their tour. Technically true. But misleading. So misleading in fact that most people left thinking that it was the last song of the entire tour.

This posed a problem for the Bitches. Or Beaches(myspace.com/comeonthebeaches). I'm not sure. And bitches is funnier. Anywho, the Bitches began playing their reggae for a diminished crowd, but to their credit maintained the same level of energy. Only the die hard had stayed hoping to meet band members and what not, and this mean that everyone was there to be involved. Everyone was dancing. Skankers to the left of me, skankers to the right, skankers in front of me on the stage. The band had a straight reggae sound with an added electronica of a keyboard. The songs they sang Wiki and tahou probably mean something in some language, but I have no idea. The lead singer even came down to the floor to show the kids how to dance. There isn't much more that I could say about them, if you like to dance or are into reggae, or just want to see a really hot keyboardist robotically jerk back and forth, you should check them out. A very fun time.

At the end of the night every band came back out on stage to sing Happy Birthday to the sound guy and then the final song for the night In the summertime. Three bassist placed three different bass lines, all of the drummers gang raped the one drum set, and everyone sang the lyrics I'm pretty sure they didn't know. It was a wonderous and beautiful mess. And it will be back in a year. Just like me.
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Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

Subject:A REVEIW OF EPIC PORPORTION!
Time:12:49 am.
Or how fucking great was that?

I arrived at Downtown Disney with Offbeat and Wendy in tow. We drank in the parking lot because it was tradition, and because we are cheap and alcoholics. The only highlight being that I urinated while a man watched me from a window. I winked at him. He just smoked his cigarette.

We walked over to the House of Blues in Anaheim. The venue is very ... Disney. Its all flashy lights and perfect atmosphere that just makes it seem like a gimmick, while security walks around with cops to make sure everyone stays within the limits of appropriate fun. It is two stories, a bar on each floor, and you enter onto the second floor. This is a problem because the shows shown there are normally general admission. Which means that when the bottom fills up, you muscle around to try and find a vantage point. I knocked three people from the balcony and still wasn't able to get a comfortable eye line to the band. Mostly because I was hiding from security.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. First I had to sit outside the show being eyed my police men just because I'm fond of the phrase "I wanna tea bag ChinaTown." Yelled very loudly. At police officers. It was cold, and I was thirsty. But eventually visited by Dexter, who had promised me tacos.

"Where's my tacos?" I screamed up to the balcony as she sneered down at me sipping from a mystery cup.

"You shall get them after the show!" She pronounced hoping that I wouldn't stick around and therefore not be able to claim my rightful tacos.

"Give me your photo pass!" I said brandishing my camera phone.

"You would still need a ticket." She screamed while taunting me by drinking more delicious beverage.

"So?" I yelled confused.

"It would be a waste."

"So?" She then disappeared back into crowd, leaving my question alone and shivering on the balcony.

More time passed where we didn't harass people for tickets, since we are the apathetic youth. Luka came out to say hi and show off her fancy glasses. Ryan badgered her for a spot on the guest list while I just smiled and blushed at her. Occaisionally giggling and grinding the toe of my shoe into the ground.

She informed him that Mr. Brett is still angry about Offbeat being alive and more popular in the Bad Religion community that Starbolt could ever be. Thus confirming that he is a petty old insecure man. Despite being able to write a groovy punk song. Seriously he should just let it go. Offbeat should be hated for so many other reasons. Like that he looks like a scene kid. Or drinks Bud light. (By the way thanks for the beer, you're a class act.)

She eventually left, and this is where I would write something derogatory about her to cover the fact that I'm extremely jealous that she is able to work with one of my favorite bands ever and that she actually has a career. But I've grown and matured over the years, and I think that I have a little crush on her now. She was really quite cute.

Now, if only she thought that guys with a crappy jobs and no access to a car were hot...

I digress, We stood for a little longer outside, and in the cold night air we cut our palms and swore an oath that if one of us did make it in the show that we would do everything we could do get the others in. Our bloods mixed and mingled falling to the floor, where it was immediately cleaned by a man with a broom and no soul.

A voice that sounded like God having sex said from behind me. "Do you guys need tickets?"

"No, we're looking for them." I replied trying to get the idea of someone as old as God having sex out of my head.

"O...right." He sounded confused and wandered away.

"Wait? You have a ticket?" I squealed and did a little dance.

"Not me, my friend."

We then had a very intellectual discussion on how it is perfectly legal to sell tickets outside a venue as long as you aren't charging more than the listed price. Or I talked and he didn't care.

I eventually ended up paying $30. $10 less than what other people paid. I can not tell you how happy this makes me.

After a trip back to the car for more beer, with constant pestering from Offbeat and Wendys to give them the ticket. Fuck you I yelled and drank the beer that I hadn't paid for. Well at least go inside and try and find Jay to see if he can get us in. And it was at this instant that I understood the rich. I realized that I as one of the *haves* was morally superior to those that were *have nots*. So with a raised middle finger I ran away from the people that I hoped would still give me a ride home and toward my destiny.

Breezing past security, with a wink and a pelvic thrust, I showed up on the afore mentioned second floor, having the afore hinted at adventures. After things cooled down a little bit I stood in the line to go down stairs. I listened to a few songs including Doin' time(!!) before I noticed that it wasn't so much a line as a clusterfuck. Upon learning this I made it past security causing some poor girl to become separated from her group and start crying. I never felt more punk.

It took a song to push up with in striking distance of the stage. But while it was pretty crowded, people were giving a wide berth to the area for moshing, which took up a lot of room and made things more cramped than it had to be. But like most punk shows 90% of the crowd was afraid of being jostled and so instead decided to huddle together in a sweaty ring about the stage.

The rest of the night was spent bouncing up and down on the back of some poor girl, my fist pumping in the air to my own imagined beat. A special thank you to the pretty little girl and grabbed my breast for balance and then didn't let go for three songs.

I guess it was a theme night... I don't know. But what I do know is that they played lots of songs that I haven't heard them play before. And I've seen them at least twice.

(Set list totally not stolen from Jello Viagra)
recipe for hate
new dark ages
damned to be free
doin time
I want to conquer the world
los angeles is burning
we're only gonna die
part 3
slaves
do what you want
stranger than fiction
faith in god
in the night
suffer
punk rock song
latch key kids
pity
no control
generator
oligarchy
let them eat war
infected
voice of god is govt
american jesus
encore 1: [Brett, Greg, and Brian on acoustic guitar, and Brooks on a single snare]
dearly beloved (acoustic)
skyscraper (acoustic)
encore 2:
along the way
21st century digital boy
sorrow

Luka did the rap for Let them eat War. Which I hadn't heard before, and didn't really like. The acoustic stuff was weird. I mainly just scratched my head and stared. There was a little bit of crowd participation on Skyscraper, and its actually quite awesome that they are changing up the show a little, but the set up of the new instruments took way to long. HOW DARE they care about how they sound!!?

The show went on forever. It was phenomenal! They seemed very relaxed, probably because this was the first show. But they were awesome.

Hetson was a joy to watch and he bounced around, hopefully aided by some sort of drug, because if he was naturally that energetic it would scare me.
Baker had the standard viking guitar god thing going on. Even coming center stage to play one of his solos.
Brett was good, though stoic as always. He almost seems bored.
Jay seemed to be having fun, except for the all open note streak from a song that I would remember if I was an actual reviewer...
Graffin sounded great, though he doesn't sing the sustained notes anymore. But they are all like 100 years old, so who can blame him. Also I don't know if it was on purpose but there were quite a bit fewer (if any) lame lame jokes That I have come to know and cringe to.
Whackerman is great, any drummer is worthy of respect as I would require a nap half way through the opening of Voice of God. But I noticed that he had a few times to shine and didn't. The drum fills were a bit lack luster.

The highlights of the show were:
having my breast grabbed my a random girl.
The AWESOME set list. I almost fainted when they came back with Along the Way.
Jay remembering me and offbeat. I told him that offbeat was outside and he should go say hi, but all Jay could do was point to Brett and then gesture with his hands that Brett would have Offbeat beaten. I smiled to myself thinking that right now Offbeat was getting gang raped by Brett's hired goons.
Lastly, I really enjoyed the height of the people at the show. There were no crowd surfers, or very few since they were being kicked out when security got them, which meant that I didn't get kicked in the head as much. But mostly it was that I shone out being a foot taller than everyone around me. Then with my arm raised as an anntenae... Luka told me afterward that I looked funny standing there, towering above everyone else. *swoon* she noticed me.

It was a great show. They were worth seeing live. Normally I'm perfectly content just listening to a band REALLY loudly with friends as we dance around drunkly and keeping the $40 that I would have spent on admission, but this show was different. I'm glad I went. Especially since I didn't pay full price.
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Tuesday, November 27th, 2007

Subject:Another video I made!!
Time:11:12 pm.
Silvascreenproductions.com

Watch it!! I punch a man in drag!
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Sunday, October 28th, 2007

Subject:GO HERE!!
Time:12:55 pm.
I made a video with some friends!!

Silvascreenproductions.com

Watch the two videos. The top one is a trailer!! Then go to Ziddio.com and register and then vote!!

For us.
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Wednesday, October 10th, 2007

Subject:Curse of the innocuous,,,
Time:10:28 pm.
It seems that I can tease people in a myriad of terrible ways, and they just laugh and say o you so witty.

But then I tease them about something very slight. Not really even a jab at all, just a comment that should warrant no... comment...

Tonight a girl (who I like mostly because of her freckles, which actually means more to me than most will realize (I really like freckles)) said I'm so hungry to which I replied "I'm not even going to touch that one." Mostly because I was desperately trying to think of a joke or tease but couldn't.

She then began to get madder and madder... She has a boyfriend and a kid, so it wasn't a great loss. But she was cool and it is so lame that that is now over...

If I had called her a pedophile it would have been ok, but as soon as I mention matching helmets...

p.s. I am sick. I think an arm is trying to grow out of my neck. Also I think that I went well beyond tossing and turning into the realm of dance.

I'm pretty sure I suplexed my pillow.
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Tuesday, September 18th, 2007

Subject:Divorce #2
Time:11:04 am.
Well yay.

Me and Pjs have had troubles before. We had a fight a week or so ago which caused me to say that I was done. Then we decided to go to counseling, I was totally for it but unsure if it would really resolve anything.

Then in the process of us going through this, she aired some dirty laundry. Something I asked her not to. Something she should have known to not say.

And now its completely done. Its not so much what she said but what she represented to me. She was the one person I chose to be honest with completely. The one person I could go to comfortably and tell anything to. And even though I still felt alone at least I had one person who hadn't run away after I told her things.

And now I don't have that anymore. ITs probably for the best. I can go back to not caring about anything anymore. Which is always easier.

I'm extremely angry. and have already had people catch my arms to stop me from hurting myself. But this too will pass.

She was a good woman. Still is.I just wish it didn't have to end on me thinking of her this way. I wanted a pleasant memory. But that's just me being selfish...
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Friday, August 3rd, 2007

Time:1:22 pm.
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Eternity". A sigh might escape the worker as they look upon you with the utmost pity. They will take you down a flight of stairs into what should be the basement of the building, and yet isn't.

As you press deeper and deeper into this underlayer of the institution a chorus of screams will begin to be audible. Softly at first, as if from a great distance, but the closer you get to the end of the hallway, the louder it becomes until it drones so loud that it seems to consume all other noises, until you begin to claw at your own ears in pain. The worker will show you a door, covering both their ears. As swift as they can, they will unlock the door and run, leaving only you in this cramped, dark hallway.

This is your last chance to run. If you decide to continue, and open the door then the piercing wail will end abruptly, leaving your ears ringing. The room is coated in an almost tangible, all-consuming darkness but for the far end of the room. There, manacled to the wall is an emaciated figure, covered in raw lashes. He stares directly at you, with a grin plastered to his face despite festering wounds and a scalpel still half-protruding from his chest. Now is your only chance to save yourself, and the only way is to ask "Who created them?".

He will cackle, in a manner befitting the death throes of an animal before responding. His tale will be the most horrific tale you have ever heard, beyond such primitive concepts such as pain and death, into the very essence of wrong. Of evil.

It is up to you to end this man's life, to release his terrible burden. Remove the scalpel, and he will shudder once in agony before falling silent forever.

That scalpel is Object 3 of 538. It is up to you if the rest should be protected or destroyed.
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Thursday, August 2nd, 2007

Time:11:56 am.
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls herself "The Holder of the Beginning". A small smile will work its way over the person's mouth, almost as if to say, "You fool.".

You will be taken down a hallway, seemingly leading out into a place it shouldn't. This place will seem to exist nowhere in the institution, but it will. The hall will be silent, even if you try to make noise. Screams will die before leaving your mouth, footsteps will be muffled. Your guide will simply point to the door.

If you enter you will find a cozy room, full of a pleasant, though unidentifiable, perfume. There will be a pretty lady sitting, holding nothing. No sounds will be made in this room, no matter how hard you try, except for one question: "Why were they separated?" The lady will then explain, in detail, the reason. It will be every horrific event in history, every beating, every war, every rape. Everything. Then, all will fall silent. It is up to you to do what you will with this information.

That lady is Object 2 of 538. It is up to you if they should be joined or not.
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Wednesday, August 1st, 2007

Time:9:49 pm.
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.

Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped.

If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?"

The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.

Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.

That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never. Holder of the Beginning
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Sunday, July 22nd, 2007

Subject:EMO LAD TO THE RESCUE!!!
Time:4:48 pm.
or something.

I just got back from CA and while it feels great to hold Amy again, I don't feel right. I'm depressed and I don't know why. Various different reasons float through my head, but it feels like I'm depressed about something, only I can't figure it out.

I was gone for a month. So some people have said it was the time gone that made this time leaving SoCal a drag.

I was doing things there like making movies and such...

I don't know. But it feels terrible and I can feel the slow spiral into the self destructive.

I hope that it is all in my head and I snap out of it. Because I dobn't really know what will happen if I don't.
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Saturday, June 30th, 2007

Subject:I'm so puuuunkkk!!!!
Time:11:41 am.
Me and offbeat started the night by picking up his 12 year old cousins and the older larger one. And Jim Morrison in Aztec form.

I drove the little suv around, looking to steal ice, while everyone cried out BURRRRRA!! to every passing lady that had the misfortune of walking in Diamond Bar.

To calm the raging kids behind me we (offbeat) bout some forties and told them they couldn't have any unless they "Shut the **** up" to which they responded BURRRRRRA!!.

We pulled into the park for a little pregame drinking, as per norm. It as a little rough drinking the 6 40oz. beers between us, but there was no way we were going to go on our words.

I guess middle age has made me into a responsible parent. After I finished my third drink and peed myself, we set off to sneak into Warp tour.

Fatmike and AztecaMorrison went first. They had the experience since they snuck in last year only to call the Casualties fags and get thrown out. My expectations for this year were not high.


Waving us on, fatmike told us to climbed it quick then began his ascent. We all grew tired of waiting for him and so climbed the other side of the gate. We had all landed before him and were gone to leave him yelling "Hey guys wait up!"

I had perforated my hand on the fence because I'm part catholic. And I can NOT have any fun unless I hurt myslef in some way in atonement for having said fun. And plus the blood streaming down my hand looked really hardcore. And so played into my excuse for being backstage. I'm am the next iggy pop.

We wandered for while talking to security guards, we harrassed Brooks Wackerman (he's not a real member of the band), we tried to get some alcohol from two really busty girls who were trying to get alcohol from us, and offbeat pissed for the 10th time in an hour.

We kept walking back and forth near the gate into Warped tour General Admission trying to come up with the best plan. Then it came to us. We walked through.

Most people would think that this is NOT a great plan and really pretty boring. But you all have to remember that I was a security guard for four years. I know the minds of these underpaid paid schmoes. Any security guard that isn't built like a body builder, just doesn't give a ****. I sure as Hel didn't.

OK. now we were in Warped tour what should we do. I tried to come up wth ideas but there was too much 14 year old semi nudity distracting me. Not that I'm complaining. I won't lie and say that I didn't shed a tear in realizing the little hussies were literally half my age.

But I think that crying just made me look more emo which is probably what they like. SCORE!


SO we walked around to see that no one else of intrest was playing. Adolescents would have been cool to see but they went on at like 10 in the morning since they just an up and coming band. Bad Religion was coming on at 8:00 said the big inflatable board. Thank you we said and then stabbed it, because we are so street.

That really meant they wouldn't start playing until 8:30 because they are such ****ing rockstars. So I filled the time with searching for free water and being a really creepy old man. If I had only brought my trench coat.

At 8:00 we walked to the stage. And then stood there. And stood there. Then because it wouldn't be Warp Tour a trash fight broke out. I got hit in the head with a giant jug. It was hot.

EVENTUALLY, after appearing on stage one at a time they all came out together and the show began. I began the mad dash to the front with the sounds of American Jesus ringing in my ears, crushing little 14 year old kids along the way.

I totally undestand them wanting to see Bad Religion because Jay is teh hawt!!
or whatever but do you really thinking everyone is going to just sit around and sing along? Get the **** out of the way so I don't have to clear a path and lose ground.

I got the barricade pretty quick and found the nicest smelling punk to stand behind. To Br's credit they played three songs before lauching into the new ****. I wonder if Graffin was confused because I already knew the words...

After a few songs I asked Jay for a drink and he threw me a Monster, which wasn't half bad. Although I was so thristy I had shrunk down to 4' tall. I passed the drink around because I'm a communist. First to the little girl whose back I had been humping for the last few songs, because I may be a communist but I'm a gentleman communist. Then behind me because I didn't want to deal with the trash.

Like always I have to say thank you to Jay Bentley for remembering some stupid fan. Although I didn't hear him call me by name, so he might have just been pretending. Dick.

On to the actual reveiw. The set was really ****ing short with no encore. The yonly played three new song out of maybe 10 or eleven. Which is a good percentage, I guess. But I would liked a few more songs even if they were new ones. I mean, I paid good money to see these *******s!

Now from left to right, in order of political leanings. Baker played most of the solos in his shy hide behind Jay way.
Jay was energetic as usual, though besides me he didn't interact with the crowd as much as normal.
Graffin was ok, but they didn't really pause inbetween songs enough for him to do anything besides sing. Which is good because his jokes are ****ing terrible.
Brooks is a drummer and so while impressive in the way he doesn't need a nap in between songs can't display much personality otherwise. And BR doesn't really go in for the long jazz fusion drum solos.
Mr. Brett looked like it was his first time playing on stage. Which it might have been. He even had a solo. He messed up a bit. But come on the guy probably hasn't even seen a guitar for like 15 years.
Greg Hetson was too far away but full of the goblin like energy that is his swedish heritage. I love watching him play because he never stands still and I have ADD.


Overall it was great to see BR after three years. But they could have tried harder. Althoug I like how EVERYone brought their ****ing family. There were so many kids back stage I'm surprised they didn't play a Elmo song or two. Which would have been great because it would have extended the set.

My advice to this new band just starting out. Play sooner and play longer. I understand that you are tired and Perry Mason is coming on or that you need to get back because the old folks home curfew is 9, but there are a lot of kids out there that really want a great experience.

Not me. I'm getting to old for this ****.
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Friday, June 15th, 2007

Time:1:40 pm.
The story that no one has read is up to 37,000 words.

magnificoInvestigations.info

At this rate I think it will be 70,000 words long. Though I don't know since I'm a true artist and therefore have no direct control over what comes out.
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Thursday, June 14th, 2007

Time:2:06 pm.
my wife said the phrase pina colonic, today...

I still gigle with the possibilities...
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Wednesday, June 13th, 2007

Time:1:11 pm.
I haven't shaved for about a month now.

I'm really enjoying the variety of color in my beard. brown, black, golden, red.
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Monday, June 11th, 2007

Time:4:34 pm.
I think streetlights are the loneliest things on earth.

If you ever care to notice, you can wait at a Red light for what seems like days with no sign of any other cars, when suddenly some crosstraffic comes around the bend and its yellow red for them and green for you.

It has found someone else to play with. Maybe this one will be a bit more entertaining...
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Tuesday, May 29th, 2007

Subject:Off to Minnesota
Time:2:26 pm.
Might not have a computer with internet access for a week or so. Not that it really matters...

I hate you all for making me so emo.

Have fun.

O yeah. More updatery after two months or so.

MagnificoInvestigations.info
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Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007

Time:8:13 am.
Mr. Uncle Hyena,

I will hope to be sleeping in your basement for the purpose of visiting on the 11-13th of June. Please let me know if these days are exceptable, as I am still able to alter travel arrangments.

the prodigal nephew,
Kameron

p.s. Everyone its my birthday so go read everything I wrote or buy a T-shirt or give me a present.

www.MagnificoInvestigations.info

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Friday, May 18th, 2007

Time:1:22 am.
The days continued to come and go. The little girl never went out back again. Occasionally Jack would catch her standing with her head bowed, hand on the back wall. When she would notice him she would walk off without looking at him, most likely continuing on with what she had originally intended to do.

Jack found her quiet peaceful. He had spent days at a time traveling from one town to the next, always with a partner. Whether it be a human being or just a bottle of alcohol. The quiet allowed voices from his past to find him, and so the voices of others were needed to keep them at bay. But now it was different. Maybe it was that he lost himself in the minuscule things, tending to the wound in her neck, catching at cooking the meals, salvaging what he could from the wrecked furniture.

He spoke to her of course. He talked constantly whenever she stared. About nothing and everything. As if his words created an insulation around him to deflect her piercing gaze. Or maybe it just distracted him enough.

She never answered him. He never expected her to talk. The wound in her neck from the noose had cut so deep he was surprised she was alive. There were times at night when he could hear her wheeze as she slept. Like she needed focus to breathe normally. But never did she give him a nod or shake of her head. She only obeyed wordlessly.

"Well, I guess this is it." Jack looked around the house. There hadn't been anything of value except of course for the child. Jack sighed again, he had a feeling that in the coming weeks he would be doing that alot.

"Are you ready to go?" Jack turned around to a familiar sight. The little girl was staring up at him. Silently she turned and walked out back. Jack noticed she was barefoot again. Jack sighed and followed her. She stood over her mother looking at him. Her eyes met his, it made something deep down squirm inside him.

"What? Let's go." She didn't move. "Come on. We have to head out while we can, the sun will set soon."

"What do you want?"

"Do you know how much time that would take?"

"Its been four days, leave them for the vultures. Circle of life and all that." Not even a blink.

"I should have left you in the grass." Jack put down his pack and pulled out his shovel. The ground was hard. He chiseled more than he dug into the ground. A few hours later he drug the rotted corpse of the little girl's mother unceremoniously into the grave. Still she watched. Her glare softened a bit.

No tears fell down her cheeks, though her small fists clenched the earth as Jack closed the grave. He wiped the sweat from his brow. The sensation was back, she was looking at him again. Two burning embers pressing into the side of his head.

"What now?"

"Him? I never even saw you go near him."

Jack sighed. And walked back to the man in two halves. Jack muttered under his breath, "Of course the ground is rock hard. I have no damn Luck."

The little girl had remained kneeling beside her mother's grave. A loud crack sound above, Jack had time to sigh before being drenched in the downpour. A sudden flood from the sky. It did make the ground softer, which only made Jack grind his teeth all the more.
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