The last 4 songs that rolled thru…

Dead Boys : Caught with the Meat in your Mouth

U.S. Bombs : Shot Down

Tom Waits : What Keeps Mankind Alive

The Notorious B.I.G. : Gimmie the Loot

(Update : I just saw I had ‘pink’ instead of ‘punk’. I don’t want to think about the strangeness that could’ve brought here.)

So there I was leaving my place to get dinner fixin’s, when I noticed an odor in my stairwell. It was like some homeless guy’s wino-ass smell. I thought it was me.
(No, I’m not some homeless-wino-guy, but when i wake up at 8 and don’t work until my night shift starts at 6:30… well, I’ll go ahead and put on the same old crap on. Why dirty up some clean stuff when I’ll just need to shower later before my shift…right?)

Anyhow, I can’t seem so figure out where it is coming from. What’s more interesting is the smell changes on every floor.
Ground floor : Cooked food. Fried something… lots of onions.
First floor : The students… cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes. As a former smoker, it’s really nasty to have that nasty-ass ashtray smell permeate the entire stairwell. On top of that, one of those guys (or maybe all of them…) use a full can of AXE every time they shower. Seriously.. it smells.
Second floor : My floor. Now it smells like wino-beer sweat.
Third floor : They just had a kid, so it smells like baby. And diapers. No surprises there.

That’s all. I have no reason to ever go above my floor, really.

— gimp

ONE : I would really like to understand the ‘intellectual’ gymnastics of the religious right re: Dr. Tiller. One of the 10 commandments states ‘Thou shalt not kill’ right? So even if Dr. Tiller was guilty of breaking that one, how can they justify his murder? It IS killing, right? Don’t give me that ‘kill one to save hundreds’ shit either. Killing is killing. Period.

TWO :Pat Robertson calling Sotomayor a racist… well… that’s just fucking comedy gold, ain’t it?

THREE : Fellas… NEVER tell your girl she ’smells like a quarter pounder’. Ever. ESPECIALLY when you’re ‘down there’. Trust me.

—gimp

I think it will be necessary to close this here ‘bleargh’ due to inactivity, ineptitude and inefficient-management. Whaddya think?

Its been a whole 3 weeks, and I haven’t bothered to write anything. Sorry.

I will be tweaking some things around here. I’m going to try to fix my RSS feed, and maybe even make a link to an iPhone/iPod Touch optimized version, for those of you on the go. Let’s see how long THAT takes.

—gimp

From my ride yesterday. It was a great day to ride. Today… not so great. Drizzling and cold. Meh. I have too many excuses to not ride. Or do I have too many excuses not to ride? I forget.

I got the Karate Monkey out earlier. She seemed to need a little attention. So I gave her just that. A little. 20km plus a bit. Let me tell you… after that operation and the downtime until basically now, It felt fucking AMAZING to be back on a bike. More riding updates and maybe a pic or three to follow in the next days, weeks, months…

—gimp

As the Supreme (farce of a) Court is still screwing about with Janet Jackson’s nipple, we are straddled with an enormous debt, a never-ending war (make that two) and the implosion of our economy due to … well, due to too many things to fucking list here.

So, can we PLEASE focus on what matters? I mean, jesus-titty-fucking-christ, it was a nipple. It’s not ike Hrvey Keitel whipped out his cock and shot a load on a bible with a red,white and blue, old-glory cover. It’s not like Osama-fucking-bin-fucking-Laden waltzed out to the 50-yard line and took a shit, and wiped his ass with our constitution.

It was a nipple. (I’m not going to debate if it was a ‘malfuncion’ or planned. That horse left the barn a long time ago.)

Can we focus on the fact that waterboarding IS torture and proceed with prosecuting those who performed it, authorised and ordered it? Please? I need to be able to explain to my grandkids what the fuck happened and what the CONSEQUENCES were. If I am doomed to saying, “Well, it was a dark period in American history.” I swear I’ll find the rustiest chainsaw I can find, and… well… let your imagination run wild.

—gimp

ps: These results should not even exsist.

Well… not really. I botched my mysql database and finally got around to updating everything. I figured it was time for a new look as well. Keep me on my toes and all.
Anyhow, I’ll be adding more header pics (and correctly sized ones at that…) in the near future.

An old friend got in touch. Awesome. Takes me back to a time of Fosters in big cans, skateboarding in the ever-present ditches in Ft. Worth and Taco Bell. Jesus that was a looong time ago, and I wouldn’t change a bit of it.

Aside from the music.

You see, I’m a bit of a music snob. Not as bad as some, but still bad in my own right. Mostly because I think all music being produced these days is utter and total CRAP. Seriously. With a few exceptions, there is a dearth of decent music that has been made in say… the last 20 years. Sure you have bands like Nashville Pussy (and their cousin Nine Pound Hammer), Anything that the Master of Disaster does, Tom Waits is still kicking out a decent track or three… It exists, but it’s sometimes hard to find, and more rarely heard on the radio. I find most of my ‘new’ music on the recommendation of friends. And even then, many people get it wrong.

For Example :

Subhumans : No

Conflict : Big A Little A

Lords of the New Church : Seducer

Honestly, many of these songs take me back to a time when I wasn’t the happiest, but what I remember was the good times I had with good friends, regardless of how crap the rest of it was.

Here’s to old friendships and good music.

—gimp