Shout Out to the Ritalin Generation

I'm really digging the Mars Volta CD I bought yesterday. Which is about 10 min. too late to qualify as someone in the know...if I only had a magazine for this sort of thing... which reminds me...


I picked up this obnoxious little magazine or 'zine if you will, called Scenester. Scenester! Do people really still identify with specific scenes? It's oh so informative about the clubbing lifestyle. And it has bikini boobies on the cover, so you know it's down with your shit. How very '94...


My favourite club description in this Korean magazine Glenn gave me is : "this place is triple gay to the max!" I think a lot of things are going to be triple gay to the max now.





Last night I dreamed someone tried to bust the windshield on my car with a baseball, but it only left a big baseball shaped dent in the glass.

Why are writers so smug? The non-alcoholic, non-mentally ill ones I mean? Smug is kind of an irritating word to even look at.

The Christian TV station is funny. They bleep out the word hell from sitcoms like Yes Dear. They also give away great prizes like "Bugtime Adventures" comics, which tell biblical stories via bugs. Cause that's what kids like, right?



Crap, that's a mystery that has kept me up nights. WHO dammit, WHO is missing?

Man, there are some fucking hoity toity thesaurus brained blogs out there. Do you people actually speak the way you write? I'm not a dummy but I find it hard to get through more than 2 sentences of overblown smartypants speak. I know its supposed to mean you are well educated and artistic and moody or some sort of higher being or something but christ, I'd have my fingers in my ears chanting "I can't hear you" if that's how you talk. And yes, that is immature. But I'd be drunk.