i really don't.

I dont care.

I dont care who you know. I dont care what band youre in. I dont care about your fixed gear. I dont care whose website you designed or what dumb fucking website you blog for or how much time you spend in a darkroom or how much blow you shove up your nose or what stupid fucking ironic accessory you are wearing. When I am sweeping the floors after hours at Sputnik MOVE YOUR MOTHER FUCKING ASS THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY! I worked all night; I didnt do a ton of blow and pretend to have meaningful conversations and relationships. So you're a part of the cool kids club that gets to stay after-hours at the bar? Great. But stay the fuck out of my way and stop giving me shitty looks cos I'm the new guy. This little house of cards you built is very fucking fragile, and when it all comes crashing down I'm gonna be there laughing. 90% of it is bullshit. And you fucking know it.

stupid c word

Not that anyone needs any further proof that Nicole Ritchie is a vapid, awful piece of shit, but I spotted this and had to make fun of it. If you logged into Myspace at all last week (and I know you did, it says Online Now!) you saw this. It bugs the living shit out of me. "We're in Australia, we're bored, let's just do a shoot". Yeah, first of all if you are bored in Australia you must be retarded. I feel like she is killing time waiting for the bars to open or her dealer to wake up. I mean, it's not like it's a beautiful place with tons of shit to do and new cultures to experience. Nah. Just do a shoot.

Spend a weekend with the Horse...

Saturday night @the Fox Theatre on the Hill in Boulder
3oh3! (cd release)
The Chain Gang of 1974
Sleeper Horse
Chow Puppy or something like that
all ages, bar w/ID, doors at 8pm

Sunday all day @Denver's fabulously trashy Larimer Lounge
Camel, Jim Beam and the Westword present the
SIGNATURE MUSIC FEST
w/ PLANESMISTAKENFORSTARS
THE SWAYBACK
GIT SOME
KINGDOM OF MAGIC
SLEEPER HORSE
ONLY THUNDER
and a million more
We are psyched to be involved in this showcase, seeing as how we don't suck the right dicks off to get on those other music showcases around town. The bad news is we play at 2pm, so dust off those hangovers and come hang.

Also the rumors are true; Only Thunder and Sleeper Horse are going to have a good old fashioned drink off (don't try at home). Those dudes honestly think that they are better and more capable drinkers than we are. I guess that not going out every night of the week really builds up the ol' tolerance. When Shawn, Mike, Josh, Ryan and I stand tall on the corpses of our friends, I guess we will truly know who has the biggest penises...er, I mean livers. They should have challenged us to a game of badminton or gin rummy or something we suck at.

nerdcore

I'm back. I been busy. For those who read this and don't know, I no longer work for Pete's. Been a long time coming. And while I didn't leave on bad terms at all and will miss the benefits (medical, dental, 401k, etc), I am super stoked to be where I am now. I just literally could not roll one more fucking burrito or pour one more pitcher of "silver soda"/"C L smooth"/"diet coors"/"colorado koolaid". And it's nice to be out of the suburbs. The places like Centennial, Greenwood Village, etc. are exactly what sucks about America; capitalism, white people, Jesus, strip malls, TGIFridays, Starbucks, SUVs, more white people, plastic surgery, trophy wives, Bush voters, what-have-you. These people of course are completely oblivious to their suckitude. You go your way I'll go my own.

Too lazy to report right now, so let's just nerd out for a minute. Since I work only nights now, I have a lot more free time during the day...and unfortunately today I spent the last hour looking at all this nonsense on the internet. So before I go outside and enjoy the 80 degree weather, here are some links to keep you busy.

This is the preview for the mysterious 1-18-08 movie we all saw before Transformers.

Now down the rabbit hole...
Ethan Haas Cloverfield Diaries (where I found all this shit).
Official site.
Ethan Haas Was Right.
Ethan Haas Was Wrong.
ABZ 3293.
Slusho(?).
Hanso(???).
Huh? What the fuck is going on? I love how the internet has taken nerd shit to the next level. This is exactly why I like LOST too, so JJ Abrams must be doing something right. And Hanso is somehow involved in this shit? Killage. Now who wants a slusho?

dear chad mcbro

I fucking hate you guys...it seems so cliche and lame to dog on that pinnacle of humanity, the white young urban professional douchebag, but I am going out on a limb and doing it.

So fellas...what do you got for me? I'm a faggot? Oh, and a homo? Anything else? Oh, still a faggot. Cool, good. You are fucking awful. Why not just call people n*ggers too? Oh you do that too? Oh cool. At least if you are gonna be awful you might as well be really fucking awful.

hour after our work is never over

Neat. Daft Punk will be at Red Rocks July 31st. Be there.

droppin' science, born to roll

So I took a lame 1000-level Psychology course in school last semester, and we spent a week talking about the science of sleep. Sleep is like a bank; the more sleep you put into the bank the more energy you have and vice versa. However our bodies can learn to adapt if on a low-sleep schedule. A study was conducted where a man could only sleep for 30 minutes a time over the course of a month. Eventually his body started spacing the sleep cycle out so all necessary stages (beta, alpha, theta, delta, and REM) could be achieved in less than the normal 90-minute cycle. I just proved this correct.

I flopped into bed at around 6-ish and had a long, insane dream about Sleeper Horse staying at my non-existant ex-military redneck uncle's weird house on the coast of North Carolina by a navy yard whose son wanted me to inflate a blow-up doll (yes, that kind of blow-up doll) for him to play with in the pool but my uncle dissuaded him by showing us the indoor badminton set he had set up. And Mike, Josh and I took a picture inside the hanger he put cots in for us and there were a bunch of orbs in the picture, which is supposed to be ghosts or something (Casey, this correct?) and we were scared to sleep in there because there was no bar by where we were, just a fast food chain. Fucking thing went on for-ev-vur. I woke up at 6:50.

We also learned about how sleep is a processing function for memory, especially REM sleep and dreams. So...what memories did I encode by having this weird fucking dream? Anyway. Isn't that annoying when someone says, 'oh I had this crazy dream!' and then they tell you ever single detail and it's boring? Yeah. That just happened.

We're partying tonight. You know where, and if you don't just holler.

bbbbbaaaatttttttttllllllleeeeesss

Fucking sick. July 8th can't get here fast enough.


Don't have an hour? Just this then.