<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:00:58.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sevens. four of a kind.</title><subtitle type='html'>you break it, you buy it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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that place and it's a good job. the "Booker From Hell" was finally fired at mezz, which means we may actually be getting some better shows to work now. also very nice. this fuckin' yutz actually wanted to make mezz a friggen hipster club! dear god how i hate the hipsters. i used to hate hippies, but in my old age i have calmed severely. hippies are fine. relaxed,easy going. my kinda folks. the hipsters are a bunch of kids trying to relive an era they weren't even a part of. the 80's. and boy did the 80's suck. now i know, i was a kid in the 80's, but i do remember them. and even from a child's perspective, home life and family excluded, the 80's were retarded. and so, the hipster kids, like all the retro fad lovers, go WAAAAAAAAAY too far, and are beyond retarded. okay, i'm done now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i've got 2 big trips coming up this week. sunday, i'm heading to las vegas with a few pals to see my favorite live band, Clutch. they'll be here in San Francisco, but i'll be on the next leg of my tour, in Mpls during that show, so vegas it is! we'll come back from vegas and that night i get on a plane to the hometown i love. where, dear god in heaven, my LITTLE brother is getting married. it's really awesome and makes me so damn happy for him. but it also makes me feel a little weird. no big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the long run, i'm looking to move back to seattle. some time in the next 1 or 2 years. i love the bay area, but more and more i feel like i'm paying a lot more to live here. well..., i am actually. crap. anyway, yeah. it's getting on time to move on, and i want to go where i can settle down. and that is seattle. i got lots of friends up there, plenty of art to do there, and my girl is into it. super. duper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, thats the long and short of it. i'll try to be a bit more productive with this here blog. promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-2378001478767527845?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/2378001478767527845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=2378001478767527845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/2378001478767527845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/2378001478767527845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2378001478767527845' title='all the news thats fit to print...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-4285579609015658011</id><published>2009-04-23T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:32:15.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey there...</title><content type='html'>well hello. sorry, i've been busy. gonna be heading back to mpls here soon. end of july. i miss it. went to denver in february, and that was awesome. got some swell ink on my shins while i was there, and boy did it hurt. ouch. 7 hours later i was ready for bed. guh. &lt;div&gt;school is going well, working out all sorts of groovy movie stuff. i should be shooting a scene here sometime in the next couple of weeks. if i can i'll try to post it. somewhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;working my butt off lately. lots of jobs with lots of clubs. getting surprise shows dropped on us 3 days ahead of time... interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um, yeah. there you go. more to come as it happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-4285579609015658011?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/4285579609015658011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=4285579609015658011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/4285579609015658011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/4285579609015658011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4285579609015658011' title='hey there...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-6315179051619990730</id><published>2009-02-11T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:31:23.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoops.</title><content type='html'>hiya. it's been a little while, sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;just started the stupid, stupid page on facebook. i don't really know why i do these dumb profile sights, but there it is. i'm on goddamn facebook now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, started school again. digital video production. moohaha! mine is an evil laugh... i'm really very excited about this clss. learning all the ins and outs of camera work. i'm still loking for the directors experience, but its damn good for me to learn the camera. so's i know when the camera guy is screwing it up...&lt;br /&gt;trying my damdest to work more. i'm going to denver in the end of the month, and i'd like to have the money to eat while i'm there.&lt;br /&gt;been painting for a friends benefit show for school kids. i'll donate a painting and if it sells, it'll all go to the kids. yay! i believe they are the future. feed them well, and let them lead the way...&lt;br /&gt;um, other than that, it is, again, the same old same old.&lt;br /&gt;i am still alive, and relatively healthy. so far. ahem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-6315179051619990730?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/6315179051619990730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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roll evacuation...</title><content type='html'>so, my good pal and roommate, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rose&lt;/span&gt;, works for one of the few venues in san francisco that i don't. she, in the infinite kindness of her heart, and the fact that her date flaked on her, took me to see one of my favorite bands in the universe. (and the universe is a BIG place, and getting bigger if you ask steven hawking...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Electric 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy. crap.&lt;br /&gt;alright, there are some bands i've seen live many times, and they always delight me. this is the first time i've seen the electric 6 live.&lt;br /&gt;guh.&lt;br /&gt;it was one of the best live shows i've seen in a long time... and i work in a LIVE VENUE!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if you like awesome rock and roll, and you have a sense of humor check them out. i love them and you should too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, an early x-mas list of 10 things i'm pretty sure i won't be getting:&lt;br /&gt;1. a dog.&lt;br /&gt;its actually too early to tell, but i'm still a little busted up over the last debacle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my back tattoo piece done or even started.&lt;br /&gt;fool! i'm broke. didn't you already gather that by how much i bitch about work!? and that shit costs MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a nice bass guitar and amp to practice on.&lt;br /&gt;its been awhile since i played, but i'm getting into all the artsy fartsy crap i used to love, so i figured this would be fun to rehash. iron maiden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. a real, working, non-hand-me-down computer.&lt;br /&gt;is it too much to hope for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. superpowers.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really care if i'm bitten by a radioactive bug, or my gene's mutate. dammit, i wanna shoot lazers from my eyeballs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. a ninja sword.&lt;br /&gt;c'mon... EVERYONE wants a ninja sword. even my mother wants one. don't lie, ma. you know you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. world peace.&lt;br /&gt;just kidding! actually i want a machine gun with a chainsaw on it. you know... for the zombie apocalypse. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. an ipod to go with the nonexistent computer.&lt;br /&gt;i like the idea of carrying 300 albums with me at any time. i'm a music junkie. and i like entire albums, not just a few single songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. a REALLY nice digital video camera.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, the good ones cost like 3000 bucks. are you friggen joking!? i've never even seen 3 grand all at once. i'd probably spend it on comic books and candy. because emotionally, i'm an infant. so mlah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. nightvision goggles.&lt;br /&gt;again... for the zombie apocalypse. hey man, i live in OAKLAND. we're about three crackheads and a supervirus away from total friggen zombie meltdown. have you ever been to west oakland bart!? that place is crawling with the living dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-265860320040809963?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/265860320040809963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=265860320040809963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/265860320040809963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/265860320040809963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#265860320040809963' title='rock and roll evacuation...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-3368950902859418926</id><published>2008-11-06T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:27:21.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously...</title><content type='html'>no really, go watch the movie. my mom saw it. for gods sake, watch it. then comment on it you lazy bastards...&lt;br /&gt;smootches.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.-AAAAHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Obama friggen won!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! thats the best news i've heard in EIGHT YEARS!!! goodbye shit-for-brains! have fun back in texas, you asshole.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and alaska? you can have your governor back. keep her away from me. i can't guarantee i won't say or do something horribly mean. and bloody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-3368950902859418926?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/3368950902859418926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=3368950902859418926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/3368950902859418926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-19229090713498459</id><published>2008-10-20T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:28:26.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>artsy fartsy slideshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/blackhoodygrrl/ArtShowAtClubMezzenine#"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/blackhoodygrrl/SPd2LsvrOqE/AAAAAAAADbk/eCMB6MFZ5fM/s160-c/ArtShowAtClubMezzenine.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/blackhoodygrrl/ArtShowAtClubMezzenine#" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Art Show at Club Mezzenine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are a few pictures from the last Chillin' gig that i had some art hanging. enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-19229090713498459?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/19229090713498459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=19229090713498459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/19229090713498459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/19229090713498459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#19229090713498459' title='artsy fartsy slideshow'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/blackhoodygrrl/SPd2LsvrOqE/AAAAAAAADbk/eCMB6MFZ5fM/s72-c/ArtShowAtClubMezzenine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-1490068674603523087</id><published>2008-10-18T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:19:41.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quarantine. a.k.a. crapola</title><content type='html'>its crap. no, seriously... that movie is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;actually, let me put it another way, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idea&lt;/span&gt; is great. the characters were alright. everything panned out pretty well to make a GREAT zombie film, sadly the P.O.V. camera work &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;RUINED EVERY SECOND OF THE MOVIE!&lt;/span&gt; absolutely ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who don't know (mom), P.O.V. is an acronym for "point of view". its filmed either from the eyeball views of someone in the film, or its documentary style, as if somebody in the story just happens to be carrying around a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; big ass studio camera... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there's been a rash of P.O.V. films as of late. it started, at least in this run, with "The Blair Witch Project". which, and most people disagree with me here, is a really great movie. fun, scary as all hell, and it folded your mind in half with the ending.&lt;br /&gt;move on, skipping a bunch of crap to, "Cloverfield". Cloverfield was entertaining for one reason to me, every one of those dim fucks dies. i hated ALL of the main characters, and when, one by one, the giant &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;alien&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demon&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;squidly&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;cthulian&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;video game boss&lt;/span&gt;/monster thingy eats them, i laughed with joy. not for the amazing cinematography or any of that crap, but because i desperately wanted them to die. horribly. i hated every goddamn one of em. annoying bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Quarantine is fucking ruined by the P.O.V.&lt;br /&gt;any chance of understanding is destroyed by fake camera problems, blurs from an unusually crappy autofocus, and constantly being pointed at the skinny chick, instead of, oh... i don't know... maybe &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;THE FUCKING ZOMBIES!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for gods sake, if you want me to know where the friggen zombies come from, DON'T COVER UP THE WALL WHERE THE INFORMATION IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem,&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;if you really like headaches, and absolutely no payoff whatsoever, then see this movie. otherwise you're better off renting a documentary about snow. at least you'll learn something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, but the camera guy bashing in the face of the zombie with said camera lens, awesome. only good thing about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please, go to your local horror filmmaker, and tell him to stop with the P.O.V. its a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;schtick&lt;/span&gt;, and a crappy one at that. the last guy to pull it off was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;George Romero&lt;/span&gt;, and for gods sake, he STARTED the goddamn zombie genre...&lt;br /&gt;see "Diary Of The Dead". amazing. inspiring. beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am a sick, sick man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;uh, brains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-1490068674603523087?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/1490068674603523087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=1490068674603523087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/1490068674603523087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/1490068674603523087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1490068674603523087' title='quarantine. a.k.a. crapola'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-904558698370587532</id><published>2008-09-28T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:04:18.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boo. ya.</title><content type='html'>so, next week i'm heading to portlandia for a couple days. looks like i'm just gonna have to hang out with some of the greatest goddamn people on this here big 'ol mudball. i'm up there to be mister video guy for blue's modeling gig. but thats only for one night. the rest of the time i'll be kickin' it with daniel and ilona, and maybe a few others whom might be around. AND... we'll be heading to the H. P. LOVECRAFT film festival! oh my freaking god! my favoritist comics dude in all of the uni-verse is gonna be there, mike mignola. he made up HELLBOY you know... and the editor of rue morgue magazine'll be there too. its gonna be friggen awesome.&lt;br /&gt;onto more news.&lt;br /&gt;i'm all moved into the new apartment. its great. all of the roomies are happy, and keeping each other in check. we're getting everything together, just got a washing machine, and we should have a dryer next week. clothes lines are neat if you can remember the sprinklers turn on at 5pm. i didn't. oops.&lt;br /&gt;i've been djing a party every once in a while. its a weekly thing called drunken monkey, and before you ponder that, i still don't drink very much at all. there's a rotating list of guest djs, and i'm on that list. done it twice now, and have another date to do it on october 14th. it's fun as all hell and everybody seems to dig it when i "spin". thats slang for dj, mom.&lt;br /&gt;um, still broke from moving in... and also cause i'm always broke. but its looking like with the new place i'll be less broke than before, so i got that going for me.&lt;br /&gt;yup, there you go. smootches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-904558698370587532?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/904558698370587532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=904558698370587532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/904558698370587532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/904558698370587532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#904558698370587532' title='boo. ya.'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-1947401026392615078</id><published>2008-08-29T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:22:51.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am an agent of chaos...</title><content type='html'>i haven't posted anything in a while, so i thought i'd drop a line so you all know i'm not dead. moving to another apartment in west oakland, and dealing with the chaos that ensues when moving in with 3 other people. only one of em is really causing havoc, but its enough to last. burning man can kiss my ass! yeah other than that, there's all sorts of fun going on. i'm getting late for work, so's i gots to go, but as soon as i have more time, i'll fill you in on all the greazy little details.&lt;div&gt;t.t.f.n.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-1947401026392615078?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/1947401026392615078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=1947401026392615078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/1947401026392615078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/1947401026392615078'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1EmLo3Ko9I8/SFG3jCOzgzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXKfaeA6sl4/s320/HPIM1814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211148056366646066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is ginger. she's mine, and i love her. i'll give you more a little later. she is a darling. cool, calm, and collected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-7685463466315853937?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/7685463466315853937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=7685463466315853937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/7685463466315853937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/7685463466315853937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7685463466315853937' title='here she is...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1EmLo3Ko9I8/SFG3jCOzgzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXKfaeA6sl4/s72-c/HPIM1814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-879329674179553569</id><published>2008-06-08T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:28:32.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arf...</title><content type='html'>I GOT A FUCKING DOG!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;ahem..., sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no but seriously, i've been looking for a while now trying to find the right one and, you know, have the CASH to afford a dog, and one dropped right into my lap. a neighbor couldn't keep his, so he gave her to me. she's a rad little pit bull named ginger, and she's awesome! she's a little older, like five years. she is super chill and gets along with my roomies and the dog we already have at the pad. i'll post a picture or 90 as soon as i can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than that i've been trying really hard to work my ass off, getting shifts at 3 different clubs. guh. its groovy, i need the money and love the work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooh! on a great note, my little brother got engaged! yup, ang is off the market  ladies, sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;congratulations little brother, i love you. and the lucky gal who's gonna be stuck with you! mwah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more as it happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-6197810861956912570</id><published>2008-03-24T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:25:12.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new and improved!!!</title><content type='html'>i made myself an artsy fartsy blog. it'll have new art crap i'm worknig on. drawings, paintings, assaults... you know, the works! so go check it out, and keep an eye on it till i get my own actual website, real and whole. its over in the links there. right there, no, over THERE. you're right next to it... a little higher... higher,&lt;br /&gt;HIGHER. there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez, some people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-6197810861956912570?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-1851773670633126802</id><published>2008-03-17T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:55:12.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who wants to rock?</title><content type='html'>holy crap, that was a while ago...&lt;br /&gt;just noticed it's been a couple months since my last post. oops. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;well, life is getting on pretty well, i got lots of art going all over the damn place, and work has picked up so much i gotta fend off the misc. bosses trying to get me to work two venues on the same night. i'll work whichever goddam one i feel like! uh, yeah..., saw my favoritest live band in the known universe TWICE this week. they are &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Clutch&lt;/span&gt;, and they are AMAZING. one of the great things about them, and i can't be sure they do this all of the time, but they did it here in California, so who knows... is they played two nights in a row at the same club, and played two COMPLETELY different sets! that is quite awesome, i must say. the energy was great, they sounded good(the club they played has kind of a crappy sound system..) and all the songs i wanted them to play on night one, they played on night two.&lt;br /&gt;shit. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;can't stop the rock.&lt;br /&gt;there are more great bands coming to town soon, and hopefully i won't have to take too many nights off to see them. i'm working all over the damn place, and i'm still broke. as a joke. really.&lt;br /&gt;finally, concert season. i've been waiting. i miss it. i mean the shows i WANT to see, not the ones i HAVE to see. although &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beat&lt;/span&gt; are coming back, and that will be great.&lt;br /&gt;uh, yeah, got a couple of commission pieces going. hoping to get more from those, and i am going to try to get a website for art and other crapola up within the next two months. got some loans to pay off, and then, internetting all over the friggen place.&lt;br /&gt;there you go.&lt;br /&gt;mwah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-1851773670633126802?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/1851773670633126802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=1851773670633126802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/1851773670633126802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/1851773670633126802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1851773670633126802' title='who wants to rock?'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-5113629597077587043</id><published>2008-01-22T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:40:44.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>learnin'...</title><content type='html'>well here i am back at school for another wonderful semester of working &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;three jobs&lt;/span&gt; and taking up as much free time as i can watching movies and drawing doodles. got my art class i'm continuing, a film communications class, and a script/storyboarding class. guh. finally getting the multimedia stuff going, which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;work is finally picking up. mezz has more than three shows this month. good for my rent and bills. still working at the dna lounge off and on. and i'm back at the cafe for a bit. i need all the extra dinero i can get...&lt;br /&gt;hhmmmm, other than that it looks pretty good. all my time is being taken up with arts and crafts. and a very rare out with the pals night. but that ain't gonna be happening much for a while. gotta buckle down.&lt;br /&gt;smootches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-5113629597077587043?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/5113629597077587043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=5113629597077587043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/5113629597077587043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/5113629597077587043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5113629597077587043' title='learnin&apos;...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-5798545129429151906</id><published>2008-01-04T15:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:42:57.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz ano nuevo. May the</title><content type='html'>Feliz ano nuevo. May the best of your past be the worst of your future. Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-5798545129429151906?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/5798545129429151906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=5798545129429151906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/5798545129429151906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/5798545129429151906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5798545129429151906' title='Feliz ano nuevo. May the'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-474064505576669720</id><published>2007-12-25T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T18:34:21.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>choo choo...</title><content type='html'>well, just a couple short hours and i'll be on the train back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oakland&lt;/span&gt;. damn fun was had over and over all day long. i truly wish i could stay longer but alas, i gotta go. stuff to do, things to see, people to peep. you know, the regular drill.&lt;br /&gt;for everybody in the bay area, i'll be seein' you soon enough, for the rest of you here in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;snowy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;minneapolis&lt;/span&gt;, i'll miss you dearly, and try to get back sooner next time.&lt;br /&gt;i like it here. its cold, but sometimes that just makes it easier to stay in with the people you love.&lt;br /&gt;you know, home.&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, wish me luck and hope the train is on time...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, happy yule, and happier new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-474064505576669720?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/474064505576669720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=474064505576669720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/474064505576669720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/474064505576669720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#474064505576669720' title='choo choo...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-8369391543277886051</id><published>2007-12-18T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:14:35.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well hello there...</title><content type='html'>yup, thats right, i'm is back in good old &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;colder than a miners belt buckle&lt;/span&gt; minneapolis. hi, how are ya?&lt;br /&gt;well, i just got into town this evening and i gotta tell you, it was pretty neat flying in, through the clouds, coming into view... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;SNOW&lt;/span&gt;. yup, haven't really seen snow in a while. weird...&lt;br /&gt;well, as i just got here, i guess i'll leave it up to you kids to wait for the real fun i'm gonna have. see i got nothin' to write about yet, get it?&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-8369391543277886051?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/8369391543277886051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=8369391543277886051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/8369391543277886051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/8369391543277886051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8369391543277886051' title='well hello there...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-7459285973142271125</id><published>2007-12-11T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T01:31:04.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soon my pretties...</title><content type='html'>hey all. i'll be back in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;mpls&lt;/span&gt; for a few days this yule. or x-mas or whatever. anyway, i'm gonna be in town from december 18th till the 25th. obviously the close days to the holiday are full, but i seem to know a couple of days i'll have plenty of free time to run rampant in the snow with my nutty pals left in the area. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ozel&lt;/span&gt;... i'm talking to you... one warning..., i am pretty broke, so its gonna have to be some simple crazy not expensive wacky stuff. you know, t.p.ing or something like that. what am i, 13?&lt;br /&gt;uh, anyway, yes. that is the big deal lately. i'm coming back to the bay area &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;by train&lt;/span&gt;, which'll take 3 days and a lot of reading material to get through, but hey, i love the trains. forced patience is the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;hhmmmmm, what else..? ooh. i'm now working at another club on top of the one i've been at for the past 3 years. it's the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;DNA Lounge&lt;/span&gt;, and it is a pretty goddamn cool place to be. of course i'm doing more security there, but the crew is cool and the place gets some neat-o nights. security ain't what people seem to think it is. yes, there are fights, yes there are assholes, but then, that crap pretty much happens EVERYWHERE nowadays. most of my job doing security is making sure everything is running as smoothly as possible and that the customers are having fun.&lt;br /&gt;still busting ass on art projects. lots of brush inking and painting lately. i'm almost out of school for this semester, but i've got plans for more work through all of my break. (and i'm sure, well into the next semester...)&lt;br /&gt; the hanging went well. got lots of compliments but no real buys. (...yet.) 1500 people through the door. so thats a bonus. plus the promoters, who are a couple of the most awesome people on earth, are pretty demanding that i keep showing. which of course means i'm in for the next show they do. rad.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so other than that, crap is happening. hope you all have fantastic holiday, and i'll see you into the new year. of course, i'll be working...&lt;br /&gt;what fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-7459285973142271125?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/7459285973142271125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=7459285973142271125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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club i work. the promoters are great, great folks and they gave me a little wall space to show off my wares. this saturday the first of december. i'm kinda freaking out, but at least i've got something to show. i'm gonna make some prints to sell and see what happens... at least the ball is rolling. i can make some better connections through this than just telling everybody i paint. and draw. and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;so wish me luck and hope i sell out. i gotta make rent somehow, and all my free time has been painting and drawing.&lt;br /&gt;art is pretty cool...&lt;br /&gt;smootches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-284119409824430304?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/284119409824430304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>call me sam...</title><content type='html'>well, i'm here in &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YOSEMITE&lt;/span&gt;,staying at the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;EVERGREEN LODGE&lt;/span&gt; and man is it great. spending lots of time with mom and dad. couldn't be better. i'll be back in the bay area on friday, and right back into the work week(end). went into &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YOSEMITE PARK&lt;/span&gt; today, and just tooled around, checking out&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; HALF DOME&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;EL CAPITAN&lt;/span&gt; and other earth uprisings. saw some deer and squirrels, and generally had a fun time. i like it here. its peaceful. don't get me wrong, i love the city, pretty much any city, but its nice to get the hell out and sit somewhere QUIET. i'd like to come here with some good friends and just spend a couple days here.&lt;br /&gt;yup, it's that friggen cool.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, more whenever i friggen get to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-1083858885558724031?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/1083858885558724031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=1083858885558724031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/1083858885558724031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/1083858885558724031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1083858885558724031' title='call me sam...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-8204431163829926881</id><published>2007-08-30T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:49:26.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back in black...</title><content type='html'>hiya! yeah, its been awhile, but what can i say... i don't have a friggen computer, thats what i can say.&lt;br /&gt;back in school, which is, to say the least... rad. i'm continuing my art class, cause its goddam fun, and taking a screenwriting class. its all for the digital multimedia future i see mapping itself ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;uh, hit splitsville with the lady, which ain't no damn fun, but things happen every day. things like this. to people like me. uuhhh..., yeah, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;still working at both jobby jobs, and lovin' it. got some good shows coming up soon. dinosaur jr. is playing at my club, which is pretty cool, even though i never cared one way or the other for em. i guess i'm getting tame in my old age, if it ain't rap, i like the show. even a bunch of the rap shoiws have been great, i just don't dig on the crowd. e. g. o. and lots of it. ah well, i am security, and i'm pretty much there to crap on someones drunken revelry. at least it pays well...&lt;br /&gt;other than that, not much. ma and pa vesh are coming down for a visit, which i cannot wait for that!!!! i miss my family way too much, and since i live in california, which is a wonderful state, i can't afford planes, trains, or automobiles. i can barely make back and forth between oakland and san francisco. much less out of state.&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, aftersaid tirade i will be trying to get out to see those of ya i made deals with. gib. sarah. sharona.&lt;br /&gt;miss you all and love you much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-8204431163829926881?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/8204431163829926881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=8204431163829926881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/8204431163829926881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/8204431163829926881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8204431163829926881' title='back in black...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-1319975700593698679</id><published>2007-07-09T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:30:35.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zero to thirty in.., holy shit I'M THIRTY!!!</title><content type='html'>well, my buddy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jesse&lt;/span&gt; has been in town for the last week, and it has been friggen great! man did i miss that guy. he is one of my best friends. always has been, always will be. that is just how it goes... he left today to go back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;seattle&lt;/span&gt;, and then if we're really lucky down here he'll be back soon..., for good. the thought has been kicked around so you never know... heh heh. anywho, other than that, its been work work work, and a little bit of playtime. i'm gonna go see &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;wayne "the train" hancock&lt;/span&gt; again this tuesday night, which is always great, and working my but off to pay for this last week. not only did we have pretty much no shows, but i got time of from the cafe to hang with jess. which is fantastic, but now i'm broke. ah screwit! who needs it, anyway...?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i turned thirty saturday night&lt;/span&gt;. all you wonderful folks who texted and called me, i love you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;smootches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-1319975700593698679?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-2378308801951567076</id><published>2007-06-05T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:19:42.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello there...</title><content type='html'>well, i decided to  go for a new look. so whattaya think? same great taste, just a different set of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;uh, lets see, work is nuts, school is on summer break, and i'm going back at the end of august to my art class and a screen/stage writing class. that will be awesome. got some more ink, and will probably be getting even more next week. been watching a lot of venture brothers and samurai jack cartoons. they are so goddam amazing! i can't help swearing over it.&lt;br /&gt;been listening to ween religiously lately. they're just so great! every single song is wonderful, like filling my ears and brain with cotton candy from another dimension. like a unicorn took a crap in my skull. and they have an e.p. coming out either this week or next week. goodly of them.&lt;br /&gt;having a little bit of a reading freak out, trying to get through chuck palahniuks RANT, and johnathan hodgemans AREAS OF MY EXPERTISE, amongst about three other books. thats not including comics, graphic novels, or all the goddam movies i've seen lately... good god man. i'm a nut.&lt;br /&gt;found a framed klimpt print in the trash the other day. gave it to amber cause she digs his artwork. i do too, but she is way more into it than i am. very weird to find it in the trash...&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna try to get at least two or three paintings done while i'm on summer break from school so that i can pretend i'm building a portfolio. no really, i am. seriously this time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-2378308801951567076?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-9043935955324586130</id><published>2007-05-17T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T12:04:42.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm smart....</title><content type='html'>well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i aced my math class&lt;/span&gt;. now given its a basic math class, i'm not all freaking out happy, but i am proud of myself. i wasn't sure if i was gonna. i knew i wasn't going to fail it, but i figured a c or b at best. well, there you go. lets see what happens in my art class.&lt;br /&gt;school is hard. along with working two jobs, there just ain't that much time for homework, but dammit, its gotta be done. i was up till 3 am studying for this math test, and trying to finish my final project for art. guh. i'm is tired.&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;buddy jesse&lt;/span&gt; is going to come down thisaway from seattle in early july, and he'll be here for his and my birthdays. awesome! i haven't seen that boy in a little while. it will be great.&lt;br /&gt;i got to see a great band at my work last week.   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I AM SPOONBENDER&lt;/span&gt;. wonderful. just a really great show. bought too much of thier stuff, and love it all.&lt;br /&gt;other crazy changes in life that will be confered to those who need to know.&lt;br /&gt;smootches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-9043935955324586130?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/9043935955324586130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=9043935955324586130' title='0 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for all the fucking swearing, but if you don't fucking like it, you probably shouldn't see the fucking movie. shit it's good. so goddam wonderful. and kurt fucking russell! holy crapola he's great! pustulating zombie sickos exploding all over the goddam place. rose mcgowan with a big fuck-all machine gun stick to her legless stump. and yes, cars. yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-6688684654093079630?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/6688684654093079630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=6688684654093079630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/6688684654093079630'/><link rel='self' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bergeron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. it was one of the most fun things i have ever done. being that it is, was, and probably always will be one of my favorite stories, i was very proud. well, the curtain has dropped on one of the greatest storytellers ever to grace us; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kurt Vonnegut Jr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not exactly sure what he died of, but he was old and very sick. none-the-less, he will be missed by all of us, whether we know it or not. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna go get a copy of slaughterhouse-5 and reread it. and probably cry. a lot. on public transit. and then i will laugh. and get kicked of the bus. for being crazy.&lt;br /&gt;and sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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painting and homework. ooh, and basic cable. yeah..., i know, its the spawn of the devil, its the brain destroyer and all that stuff, but it has &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;mythbusters&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ghost hunters&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;discovery channel&lt;/span&gt; so piss off. i'm still learning crap from it.&lt;br /&gt;saw a GREAT country/bluegrass musician, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wayne "The Train" Hancock&lt;/span&gt;. this guy is amazing. its as if hank williams was right there. powerful good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;also saw Fu Manchu at slims a couple of weeks ago. they're great. they've made the same album over and over for the last ten years, so you know what you're getting at thier show. my pal jonny and i were yelling out kyuss songs just to see if anyone would notice... they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;clutch is coming to town which, hell or high water, i'm going to see. i missed thier last three shows because i'm a GOON. only work at the club will deter me from seeing them. because it pays more.&lt;br /&gt;i got a digital camera recently, so i'm gonna try to post some picks if i can figure it out soon.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, school is going good and i'm feeling smarter every day.&lt;br /&gt;transmission over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-6282453877680606550?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/6282453877680606550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=6282453877680606550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/6282453877680606550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/6282453877680606550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6282453877680606550' title='developments...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-116854746578386561</id><published>2007-01-11T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:31:05.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ofelia</title><content type='html'>so... i went to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pans labyrinth&lt;/span&gt; the other night before work, and i gotta tell you, it put a whole new spin on my world. i see things a bit different lately. see the strange things waiting in the shadows for me to turn away. everything seems a bit more surreal. it is amazing. this is one of the best films i have seen in the last ten years. so wonderfully dark and poetic. very fairy tale creepy. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;also, if you have netflix or a good rental place near you get "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;safe men&lt;/span&gt;" starring sam rockwell and steve zahn, holy crap is that movie funny. very cool. keep your eye on veal chop, thats all i got to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;dom, out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-116854746578386561?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/116854746578386561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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and you can't have it...</title><content type='html'>well, i got my glasses and they are very neat-o. if i don't already have a picture of them up on my moblog to the right there, i will soon. very art hipster, but still gggrrrrrr! punk enough for me. i'm confident in my hipsterlessness.&lt;br /&gt;school is going great, beginning my paper here soon. and the class is not boring. though, i do most of the talking in the class... huh, who'da thought.&lt;br /&gt;work at both jobs is going well, got a little raise at the cafe, and the club has got some good shows lined up. speaking of the club, i have to tell you all, i met one of my musical heroes on friday night. and the really creepy thing is... amber met him a week before that. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mike patton&lt;/span&gt; was walking through the oakland airport, which is odd right there since he lives in SF. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; being the giant girl dork equivilant to myself, was listening to peeping tom, his newest band on her headphones. call it fate, call it kismet, call fanaticism, she ran through probably four people to get to him and let him know she was listening to him  AT THAT VERY MOMENT! awesome. fast forward a week, i am doing my job keeping the sheep in the corral, the sheep being the rich white suburban kids whose parents never told them "no", and keeping an eye on the ever growing group of people climbing onto the stage. normally we don't allow that, but the dj was dragging up all the "cute" girls, i.e. the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; drunk sluts&lt;/span&gt;, and thier boyfriends were following along. (baa, baa...) well, i made my way back to the stage door to help clear some of the "refuse" away, and as i'm standing there, the man himself walks up. i take my chance, being very cool, and not at all letting on that i am pissing myself at that very moment, and say "hey mike. my girlfriend saw you at the oakland airport." which got a confused look as a reply. i mentioned she ran through a group of people and said she was listening to him then, and he remembered, very nicely i might add, the event. we carried on some small talk for a few minutes and then i mentioned that dan the automator was on stage hanging out with the dj, and led him up. guh.&lt;br /&gt;the best part of the night may have been when one of our sheep decided to slap the dj from the dance floor right in front of me, to which i calmly headlocked the dipshit and carried him out. as i was moving away from the stage i glanced back, hoping said dipshit wouldn't have any friends to accost me, when i noticed mike patton leaning over, watching me drag dumy off. heh.&lt;br /&gt;good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-116104512886439653?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/116104512886439653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=116104512886439653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/116104512886439653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/116104512886439653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116104512886439653' title='you want it all, and you can&apos;t have it...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-115880381982432065</id><published>2006-09-20T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:56:59.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my otchkies! (read clockwork orange, you might get it...)</title><content type='html'>well, i'm off to get some much needed new&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; glasses&lt;/span&gt;. on tuesday i will go to costco, cause &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;my girl&lt;/span&gt; is rad, and get the cheapo eye exam and hopefully the full on specs. i already picked out a pair of frames that are, to say the least... awesome.&lt;br /&gt;we have a bunch of good shows coming up at the club,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; KMFDM&lt;/span&gt; as was already stated, method man, dr. octagon(aka kool kieth, who has already played here once before... also awesome.), a quanuum show, dj krush,&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;madlib&lt;/span&gt; and peanut butter wolf, kid koala and fog, and the english beat. all good, good fun.&lt;br /&gt;saw a band called &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TH' LEGENDARY SHACK SHAKERS&lt;/span&gt;. wow! so friggen good. rockabilly/psychobilly bluegrass. so damn amazing. if you like that kinda stuff at all-i recomend them highly. especially you OZEL. trust a brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;world war z&lt;/span&gt; is out. for those of you that don't know, a guy who happens to be mel brooks son wrote a book called the zombie survival guide. its real good. well, he just put out "part 2" if you will. the next literary step, accounts from around the world of the zombie plague war. guh. i don't have it yet because A) i'm poor, and B) i have too much crap to read for school. so when i finally do get to read it, i will probably &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;pee a little with enjoyment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so there you go.&lt;br /&gt;bush is the devil.&lt;br /&gt;love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-115880381982432065?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/115880381982432065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=115880381982432065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/115880381982432065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/115880381982432065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115880381982432065' title='my otchkies! (read clockwork orange, you might get it...)'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-115759230130896693</id><published>2006-09-06T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:25:01.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boogely... wait for it...</title><content type='html'>okay... lets see, school has officially started and i am being surrogate smart by way of my wonderful girlfriend and am only taking one class. english since i'm pretty good at it. and it is pretty interesting. reading about education and the class system. class system as in "Middle class/upper class". yowza. i already read most of one of the books, nickel and dimed, and didn't think it was that great, but i never finished it, so i guess i'll just have to be really specific when i pan it for class.&lt;br /&gt;went on a much needed constitutional with blue. the circumstances weren't great, but getting out of dodge for a couple days was awesome. saw beaches and endless ocean. i know it doesn't seem that special to byou learned folks out there, but i grew up in minnesota, where you could see the other side of the largish body of water. not so much with the PACIFIC OCEAN. it is very cool, and a little itimidating. but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;started netflix. awesome is all i can say. i'm going to go on a deadwood freak out here in a few days. lots of good movies. yum.&lt;br /&gt;ooh, and KMFDM is going to be playing at my club. i get to work that show. fun! i likee them pretty much alotness.&lt;br /&gt;got some new boots, still need new glasses. soon i pray at night. soon.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, you nuts will just have to wait and see. like me.&lt;br /&gt;smootches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-115759230130896693?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/115759230130896693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=115759230130896693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/115759230130896693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/115759230130896693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115759230130896693' title='boogely... wait for it...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-114973507005158104</id><published>2006-06-07T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:51:10.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>film...</title><content type='html'>the davinci code movie sucks. not worth it at all. although the book was mild at best, i already knew all of that crap before i read it. the proposition is awesome though. it was written by nick cave, and he did the music for it too. neat o. i hear the omen is crap also so i'm not even going to try. i'll just get the original and watch that twice.&lt;br /&gt;lovins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-114973507005158104?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/114973507005158104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=114973507005158104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/114973507005158104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/114973507005158104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114973507005158104' title='film...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-114315923802518488</id><published>2006-03-23T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:13:58.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shakin' it down like james brown...</title><content type='html'>i'm back! i got a new phone thungy, and it has a camera. so i am using the moblog again. check check check check it out, y'all. so yeah, lookee lookee. tell me what you think. lots of pics of me in oakland and san fran and other crappy places.&lt;br /&gt;love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-114315923802518488?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/114315923802518488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=114315923802518488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/114315923802518488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/114315923802518488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114315923802518488' title='shakin&apos; it down like james brown...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-114204878502438766</id><published>2006-03-10T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:46:25.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the velvet rope...</title><content type='html'>two big things...&lt;br /&gt;one.-i got a promotion at the nightclub where i work! i am now the crew chief for the security company. not a huge deal, but  i help with the schedule and get a raise! yay!&lt;br /&gt;and two.-my friends &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ryan&lt;/span&gt;(a girl) and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sean&lt;/span&gt;(a boy) are taking a walk across the country. radness. you can check out their progress at this website---&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.walkingeastward.net/index.html"&gt;http://www.walkingeastward.net/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its abig neat trip and you and i will wish them lots of luck and fun and adventure! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;do it now&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a down note, my gramma is not doing so well, so please wish her and the whole family lots of love and peace for the long road ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;avocados&lt;/span&gt;... sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-114204878502438766?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/114204878502438766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=114204878502438766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/114204878502438766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/114204878502438766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114204878502438766' title='the velvet rope...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-113962108734375954</id><published>2006-02-10T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T17:24:47.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>actual sounds and voices</title><content type='html'>hhhhhmmmm..., well to start off, i am still alive and doing pretty good besides. stiil working on getting that second job, but i am surviving alright. playing a lot of ninja gaiden from the xbox. addictive...&lt;br /&gt;oohh!!! hey daniel, i just worked the meat beat manifesto show. they played our club, i got a shirt, and a free cd from their live show in chicago last year. RADNESS!&lt;br /&gt;anywho, i cut off my chicken hawk. it was getting scraggly and i wa sick of it. this is the shortest my hair has ever been. its like, 1/8th of an inch.&lt;br /&gt;yowza.&lt;br /&gt;much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-113962108734375954?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/113962108734375954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=113962108734375954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/113962108734375954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/113962108734375954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113962108734375954' title='actual sounds and voices'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-113730253702454035</id><published>2006-01-14T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T21:22:17.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah-choo!</title><content type='html'>real quick...&lt;br /&gt;the cat is rad and cute. her name is mei mei. thats chinese for little sister. she loves being inder the bed and in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;the movie HOSTEL sucks ass. its dumb, don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;that'll do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-113730253702454035?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/113730253702454035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=113730253702454035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/113730253702454035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/113730253702454035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113730253702454035' title='ah-choo!'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-113648827680594680</id><published>2006-01-05T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T11:11:16.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i jumping all namby pamby from tree to tree..?</title><content type='html'>well boys and girls, the rumors are true. i am actually into the idea of getting a cat. i know, i know, "you're allergic, you hate them with an unreasoning passion, you think they have serious personality issues worse than most of your weirdo friends..." well, maybe i'm getting calmer in my old age, or perhaps just more complacent. either way i really do like the idea of having a cat around. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; and i have already gone over the whole thing with a fine toothed comb. she was very scared that i was just doing it to make her happy, but i want a pet. and dogs are not great in the apartment we have. we want to find a house to rent, but thats gonna take some time, and cats are easy, not only because she pretty much wants to do everything that owning a cat entails, but they are very independent. and i have lived with cats before, it sucks for the first month or two, but my body does get used to it. hell, the last cat i lived with was long haired and it ripped up the back of my neck whilst i slept. and you wonder why i didn't like them much...&lt;br /&gt;so for all you friends and loved ones out there worried, don't. i want the fuzzy little bugger around. i have met some rad cats. and that is what we're gonna try to find.&lt;br /&gt;onto other news...&lt;br /&gt;i am stating this now. i am no longer going to consume fast food. the shit is disgusting. and yes, i did just watch super size me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;barf&lt;/span&gt;. no more mickey-d's or wendy's or carls junior or, god help me, in and out burger. ouch. man thats gonna suck just for the in and out burger... but the shit is bad for you, and i'm done with it. i'm trying to eat better. more salad, less crap, but i just love the crap so gorram much! but i gotta do it or i'll die of a fat heart at 50, and that ain't cool, man. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; is helping, she's definately got her eye on me, and pulls no punches in telling how crappy my food intake. i need that. badly. i still drink WAAAY too much soda, and eat WAAAY too much sugar, but i am looking at veggies as less than disgusting. which is pretty new for me. hell, i ate asparagus a couple of weeks ago... AND LIKED IT!&lt;br /&gt;so, to recap, more cats, less crap food. seems like a good trade off to me. what do you think..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-113648827680594680?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/113648827680594680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=113648827680594680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/113648827680594680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/113648827680594680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113648827680594680' title='am i jumping all namby pamby from tree to tree..?'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-113503173399372947</id><published>2005-12-19T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T14:35:34.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>magilla gorilla</title><content type='html'>well, i saw king kong. holy crap it was good. the most amazing use of cgi i have ever seen. and the story, acting, direction, editing, and every other goddam thing about it was not only rad but powerful. its a really great film, folks. narnia on the other hand is good. just good. worth a matinee, not much more. thank you disney, again, for f$#%ing up another beautiful classic with your christian, happy crappy bullshit. the captain of the secret police is named &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FENRIS&lt;/span&gt;. as in the norse diety, not Maugrim. cool name, but this guy already had a cool name in the book. there was other stuff, but i don't want to mess up the story for anybody...&lt;br /&gt;on to real life, i am now working at &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;EB games&lt;/span&gt;. its cheap, but really easy. and since you all know i just got a 360, it'll make it easier to afford those 60 dollar games they're making.&lt;br /&gt;also, it looks as if we at the club are finally getting our security jobs back. for those of you who didn'r know, the club owner hired on a private security company because he just sewed up a large lawsuit from a couple of years ago. for the sake of insurance we were asked to dig for some other work around the club. i have been given the temporary position of assistant house manager. cool, but no big pay raise, i helped in the coat check, and was going to get some cashier work out of it. now the small private security company I work for is getting hired whilst the other company, who SUCK!, are getting the boot. today, as a matter of fact. yay for me! and i not only get my happy kicking drunks out job back, but i get a raise, too! awesome.&lt;br /&gt;well, that is that as they say.&lt;br /&gt;smootches, happy yule, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;imaginary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;diety guy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-113503173399372947?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/113503173399372947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=113503173399372947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/113503173399372947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/113503173399372947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113503173399372947' title='magilla gorilla'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-113236069771729881</id><published>2005-11-18T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T16:38:17.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, i just peed a little...</title><content type='html'>yeah! i just won an &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;xbox 360&lt;/span&gt;! no poo. i randomly entered this contest and won! holy crap! i'm freaking out a little. it's a neat site, like myspacce, but for video game geeks. some dude told me about it, so i thought i'd check it out. raddness. i gotta sign some paper work and it'll be shipped to me around the 22nd. word!&lt;br /&gt;lessee..., oh! my wonderful friends &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;daniel and ilona are getting married&lt;/span&gt;! awesomness personified. congrats to you guys, i love ya!&lt;br /&gt;punk rock orchestra tomarrow night at the club i work, cool. and princess superstar is playing in dec. groovy fun. one of my favorite hip hop groups played the club, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the almighty shape shifters&lt;/span&gt;, and it was rad. they are good, cool people. well, akuma and die young are they oly two who could make it, but THEY were cool. other than that just loving life.&lt;br /&gt;word to my peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-113236069771729881?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/113236069771729881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=113236069771729881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/113236069771729881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/113236069771729881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113236069771729881' title='okay, i just peed a little...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-113072655019973871</id><published>2005-10-30T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:42:30.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>most definately...</title><content type='html'>hi! remember me...? well, mos def is playing tonight at my club. he also played last night and the show was rad. not too much trouble. hopefully the same will fare for tonight. ooh! and the shape shifters are playing next month. word!!!! other than that, my girl got the dream job at berkeley so she'll be heading to the optometry library soon. cool stuff. well, i'm off to set up for the big hip hop show we're about to have, wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;-dom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-113072655019973871?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/113072655019973871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=113072655019973871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/113072655019973871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/113072655019973871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113072655019973871' title='most definately...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-112604491031712551</id><published>2005-09-06T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T15:15:10.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy rugrats, batman!!!!</title><content type='html'>well, i'm all a googley eyed. a very cool, wonderful friend of mine just sent me word that she is preggers! i'm so pleased for her and her hubby! you should all think good thoughts for laura and jason, even if you have no idea who they are. they're great people and deserve all the good karma they can get. so for those of you who do know them and havn't heard heres you notice. hugs and kisses to them. &lt;br /&gt;um, other than that there ain't too much going on here in the east bay. got a little writing done, doodling up a storm, smootchin' and lovin' with blue. life is good. happy. &lt;br /&gt;well, thats about it for now, more as it comes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-112604491031712551?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/112604491031712551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=112604491031712551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/112604491031712551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/112604491031712551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112604491031712551' title='holy rugrats, batman!!!!'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-112535622117843237</id><published>2005-08-29T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T15:57:01.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spatula!!!!!</title><content type='html'>well, lets see. got a raise at the kitchen, cause all of the other hiree's are horrible or b grade cooks. seems in oakland there are a lot of screw ups... who would have known..? but of course what that means is the owner george, wants me there 24/7. now i do have that other job, you know the one- nightclub security which is not cooking, fun and interesting, better paying, and really isn't cooking. so it is intersting how people try to get you to do something for little encouragement. i know he can't pay me enough to get me to quit the club and work for him full time. i don't think there are many small restaurants that are willing to pay 17-20 bucks an hour. sorry, thats just what its worth to me... and with the schedule over at the club filling up nicely, i don't plan on ditching that place anytime soon. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;strangely, im not bored or sick of the kitchen. i have been out of kitchens for almost a year, but i was really unhappy in them. like, depressed, anxiety ridden unhappy. but here, it just kind of floats by. i don't work late hours in a dungy, crappy, hot sweaty funky hole filled with grease and rotting tomatoes, and my bosses are actually nice, happy people. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;well, enough for today. more of the news thats fit to print, when i have news thats fit to print...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-112535622117843237?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/112535622117843237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=112535622117843237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/112535622117843237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/112535622117843237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112535622117843237' title='spatula!!!!!'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-112475118327020786</id><published>2005-08-22T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:53:03.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARINING! if you're tender about jesus, you proboably shouldn't read this...</title><content type='html'>loud ass keyboard in a quiet room! i'm currently at my wonderful girlfriends work, a college library, typing this in the computer lab/room thingy. it's quiet..., too quiet. some other schmoe is in here, also being quiet. i miss noise sometimes, like now, uncomfortable silence...&lt;br /&gt;got the "new" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;clutch&lt;/span&gt; e.p., it's actually thier first album with a couple of new tracks added on and some demo crap. its really cool! love that clutch, seen them nine times live. yup, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NINE TIMES&lt;/span&gt;. will see more. i have to, there are rules, you know...&lt;br /&gt;also reading "&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;holy blood&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;holy grail&lt;/span&gt;" about how jesus didn't really die on the cross, and he got married to the magdalene and had a littler of mewling, holy rugrats, and somehow landed the entire kingdom of france for his friggen bloodline, the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MEROVINGIANS&lt;/span&gt;, and then they were nearly wiped out, cause no one likes a martyr, and a bunch of other crap that was skimmed over in the divinci code, like the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;templars&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;priory of sion&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rosicrucians&lt;/span&gt;, and shit like that. *whew!* add a couple of unicorns and it's almost like D&amp;amp;D. thats dungeons and dragons, mom. anyway, yeah. as you can see, i'm still getting into my horrible conspiracy theory crap, which seems to alienate more and more people yet drives me ever forward to new and interesting ways of hating the government and religion and pretty much anybody in authority. did i tell you i finally got the elder sign tattooed? probably. well, i know i'm protected from the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;deep-space- squid-monsters-that-will-surely-eat-you-minds-with-insanity&lt;/span&gt;. are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;been reading and drawing lots. working a little, which isn't so great, but i'm trying to get a few more hours. i really don't want or need a third job, but i'm getting crap hours from both of my other jobs. guh. rat bastards. anyway, we'll see what it looks like after a couple more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;other than that you know the drill, same ol' same ol'...&lt;br /&gt;smootches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-112475118327020786?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/112475118327020786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=112475118327020786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/112475118327020786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/112475118327020786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112475118327020786' title='WARINING! if you&apos;re tender about jesus, you proboably shouldn&apos;t read this...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-112379896254699001</id><published>2005-08-11T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T15:22:42.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAINS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>okay.  so i've been drawing way more lately. i guess when i see certain comic book artists i feel like, "hey, i can do THAT." so here i am, new pad and pens, doodling to my hearts content. still working at the club and the restaurant, and i stil dig them both. pretty cool. i have become one of the better cooks in the kitchen as everyone keeps telling me. that does make me feel pretty damn good about being there. the crew is cool, and i enjoy thier company as well as thier help on the job. everything is going great. may get a chance to check out hawaii. a friend is going to live out there for 6 months and has invited blue and i to come and stay with him for a few... never been, always wanted to go.  &lt;br /&gt;on net news, there is this RAD zombie flash cartoon online. go to www.xombified.com and check it out. i love zombies. and you should to, cause when they take over you're gonna need to know how to fight them.&lt;br /&gt;smootches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-112379896254699001?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/112379896254699001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=112379896254699001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/112379896254699001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/112379896254699001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112379896254699001' title='BRAINS!!!!!'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-112112342302767547</id><published>2005-07-11T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T16:10:23.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S A T U R D A Y night!</title><content type='html'>well hello there!!! hiya kids. just got out of chinatown and i bought a whole buncha &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;knives&lt;/span&gt;! YEAH! i friggen love &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;knives&lt;/span&gt;. so sharp and pointy and shiny, and sharp and pointy... pointy. anyway i needed a few for work and i wanted to check out some of the chinese clevers cause i loved when i got to use some in seattle i really wanted one (or four...) of my own. so i got a bunch of mediocre yet still useful &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;knives&lt;/span&gt; for 28 bucks. what a deal!saw &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;land of the dead&lt;/span&gt;. good, not as good as night of the living dead, but then... nothing is as good as that... going to go see an australian zombie flick tonight called "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Undead&lt;/span&gt;". should be excellent.&lt;br /&gt;my baby treated me so goddamn good for my birthday. it really was a great time. usually i get all funky on my birthday. i either do too much and get all stressed, or not enough, and get all internal and depressed. but for some reason, i really didn't do that much at all, and yet i had a great time. probably because of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; being there 22 out of 24 hours of the day. anyway thanks to everybody who wrote and called and wrote some more, i love you guys, and i'm glad to have you around, so to speak. i think 28 is going to be really great year...&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i get my tattoos done i'll get a picture taken and try to post it, or them since i think it's going to be a few small tats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;saturday. fear that day oh my bretheren, fear it. for the PEET will be on the coast, the waters will rise and chaos will consume the holy city of San Francisco. children will be taught, hair will fall, man boobs will jiggle with uproarious laughter, and there will be mayo everywhere. fear, mankind, fear. but you better dance anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-112112342302767547?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/112112342302767547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=112112342302767547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/112112342302767547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/112112342302767547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112112342302767547' title='S A T U R D A Y night!'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-112060759048776842</id><published>2005-07-05T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:53:10.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have vroom vroom...</title><content type='html'>okay, i'm back. for a minute anyway...&lt;br /&gt;things are still great here in oakland. working in a little diner is nice, not what i wanna be doing for the next 12 years, but it'll do for now. everyone there is great, nice and helpful. the club work is still cool too. loving it. still don't have a computer, but as you can see its not stopping me. watched phantom of the paradise with a friend of ours, brett. love that fricken movie. bought it i loved it so damn much. dude, death records! yeah... peet will be here soon. goody goody! i can't friggen wait. mayo and hairiness all over norcal! werd.&lt;br /&gt;batman begins-AWSOME!&lt;br /&gt;war of the worlds-RAD!&lt;br /&gt;gonna see land of the dead on my bday. cannot wait. and on the 15th i'll get the elder sign tattoo i have been holding out for. and maybe a couple others, too. lovecraft, baby!&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough for now. write more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-112060759048776842?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/112060759048776842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=112060759048776842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/112060759048776842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/112060759048776842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112060759048776842' title='i have vroom vroom...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-111887008813536400</id><published>2005-06-15T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:14:48.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on a dark and stormy night...</title><content type='html'>okay, so here's the deal. i don't yet have a working computer in the apartment, and i'm now done with the job that has internet accaess so you might not read too much from me in the near future. i'll get on the net as much as i can, but who knows how sporadic that'll be...&lt;br /&gt;i have been checking out your blog ilona, i'll try to get a link to it soon, cause you're friggen cool.&lt;br /&gt;other than all that, everything is sparkling. lovin' life right now. finally getting some money to myself, and i'm saving which i'm not very good at so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't worry, you look good, really...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-111887008813536400?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/111887008813536400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=111887008813536400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111887008813536400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111887008813536400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111887008813536400' title='on a dark and stormy night...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-111777050901481068</id><published>2005-06-02T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:48:29.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going out west where the wind blows tall...</title><content type='html'>as you goodly natured and attentive personages can plainly see, i have added a certain someone to my links. he is by far one of the most creative and enjoyable people i have ever had the graciousness of knowing. he is tone controller, or as you mere folk may have heard him reffered to as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;daniel&lt;/span&gt;. he and his wonderful little &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ilona&lt;/span&gt;, (or if you wish, she and her beautiful daniel) have moved themselves toward the expanse of the pacific ocean. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Portland&lt;/span&gt; to be exact. to whit, they are closer to me then most likely... you. i win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i am now back in the kitchen. but don't fret my friends, it is of the style of kitchen i love. breakfast food. mama's royale cafe. a mere three blocks from the abode. i love it. they listen to old soul all day long. yay! wonderful little &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; is looking into getting a job at berkely, she applied earlier this week so if you all could do me the greatest favor and think good thoughts towards her working there, i think we can get this ball of magic &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mumbo-jumbo&lt;/span&gt; rolling. she desrves it. she is the kick assingest, punk rockingest, most lovable angry little librarian i have ever met. and she's yummy in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;alright, smootches to you all, more as it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-111777050901481068?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/111777050901481068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=111777050901481068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111777050901481068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111777050901481068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111777050901481068' title='going out west where the wind blows tall...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-111655859748869395</id><published>2005-05-19T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:09:57.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am smrt...</title><content type='html'>yes, yet again a list of my favorite things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice magazine. so scary and funny and f*cked up. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for episode III. the ROTS, as in d's old crew. the waiting may just be better than the actual film, but i don't care. i am a geek.&lt;br /&gt;my neighborhood. it's quiet, quaint, and there is a really good comic shop right down the street. and the taco joint makes bad ass steak burritos. yum.&lt;br /&gt;my new boots. i just got the old safety... paratrooper jump boots. the good stuff in life.&lt;br /&gt;Haunted, the new Chuck Palahniuk book. ugh. i shiver every time i open it.&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOTORCYCLE&lt;/span&gt;. yes, thats right kids. i have a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kawasaki KZ 650&lt;/span&gt;. and bammer has a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OHC 400&lt;/span&gt;. as soon as i get all the legal shit together, it is ON.&lt;br /&gt;my apartment. so nice, comfy and quiet. unless i decide to rock out, then its like a concert hall. and i'm the star.&lt;br /&gt;crossword puzzles. early in the week they make me feel less stupid.&lt;br /&gt;talking to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ilona&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Peet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Keegs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shiela&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ozel&lt;/span&gt; on the phone. y'all know how to keep a brother going.&lt;br /&gt;knowing that Daniel and Ilona are closer and closer to me. WEEKEND VISITS TO PORTLAND.&lt;br /&gt;my birthday, getting closer and closer... new tattoos... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that about does it for this installment. more when the mood strikes me.&lt;br /&gt;lovin' ya in SF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-111655859748869395?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/111655859748869395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=111655859748869395' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111655859748869395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111655859748869395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111655859748869395' title='i am smrt...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-111576307833885926</id><published>2005-05-10T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T15:11:18.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>x marks the spot...</title><content type='html'>lets see..., what the hell has been going on here... got a bicycle to get back and forth form the BART stations. neet-o. freaking out like the  enormous dork i am over &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Star Wars: Episode III ROTS&lt;/span&gt;. work is going well, i still really dig the nightclub security work, cause those kats are keen. the lp stuff, not so much. it's getting less and less worth it to come to work in the city for crap pay. i'm looking around the neighborhood for some better paying stuff, and hopefully lots less travel time. although, this travel thing may just start working itself out, you see my boss at said nightclub has a thing for rebuilding old moorcycles, and now says i should get over to his place on thursday to see if i like one of the bikes he has in his garage. so it looks like i'm about to get a motorcycloe. don't worry, fair readers, i'm the epidemy of a defensive driver. and there are helmet laws here, which i would wear if it was legal or not...  so wish happy, well driven thoughts for me, so i can get that rad bike and not pay for tyhe friggen BART every goddam day.&lt;br /&gt;life on the home front is great. the apartment is rad, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my little blue haired girl&lt;/span&gt; is doing better with her foot. its still bugging her, but she's making progress. and she's freaking out to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tom waits&lt;/span&gt;. guh. will the wonders never cease?&lt;br /&gt;daniel and ilona are soon to be northwestward bound. it's good country up there. i know they've been calling but they keep hitting me at work or under the cover of sleep from a long night of shit-talking drunks. but no worry, i soon will be up to the forested wonders to see them amongst a few others i miss dearly. and to show off the sweet little lass i have on my arm.&lt;br /&gt;well kids, i'm off to work some. i guess i can put in a quick hello so everybody knows i'm in the building.&lt;br /&gt;boogely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-111576307833885926?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/111576307833885926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=111576307833885926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111576307833885926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111576307833885926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111576307833885926' title='x marks the spot...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-111507318081853470</id><published>2005-05-02T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T15:33:00.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she says i chortled...</title><content type='html'>fantomas was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DRASTICALLY&lt;/span&gt; amazing. a powerful show for all to see, and we got to glance upon &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;his rugged demeanor&lt;/span&gt; right before the show, as he left for some fine dining somewhere. the mike. lots of work these last few weeks, driving me a bit buggy i must admit. now my boss over at the club is pushing me to get a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;. to which i am not really against. it is the most intelligent mode of transportation in this fine metropolis. and i'd look really hot, at least thats what my girlfriend says. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;biker midget!&lt;/span&gt; anywho, back to the grind of loss prevention.&lt;br /&gt;YEE-HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-111507318081853470?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/111507318081853470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=111507318081853470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111507318081853470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111507318081853470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111507318081853470' title='she says i chortled...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-111298303652609103</id><published>2005-04-08T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T10:57:16.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feet, and the smell of success</title><content type='html'>so the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bammer&lt;/span&gt; is out of commission for the month. she had her widdle footy surgerated on and now she's stuck in bed for the remainder of the month. i get to take care of her, feed her, prop up her foot, sit her up, lay her down, and generally help out. she's doing alright, random bouts of strange pain followed by steep relief from the pain pills she was given by &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ze doktor&lt;/span&gt;. she needs some visitors, for i think my simple little face may be driving her a we bit nutty.&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i will be attending the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FANTOMAS&lt;/span&gt; show at the fillmore! yay! i have yet to see a big show here in sf. and i've never been to the fillmore. so fun all around. other than that the new apartment is still RAD! loving it out in the east bay. quiet, chill, there's a comic shop 2 blocks away... need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;anywho, on to the wonders of loss prevention. shoplifters beware.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-111298303652609103?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/111298303652609103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=111298303652609103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111298303652609103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111298303652609103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111298303652609103' title='feet, and the smell of success'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-111159832216597513</id><published>2005-03-23T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T09:18:42.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ink, birthdays, and rock and fucking roll!</title><content type='html'>okay. bammer just got a new tattoo the other day, and now i am freaking out. FREAKING. i really really want some new ink, but my ass is poor. i got bills to pay. there are a couple of guys i know who are tattoo artists without shops, so i may try to go that route. i did it before and i'm sure i'll do it again. ol' blue and i have decided to make it our tradition for birthdays to get each other ink. since its something we both love, and it will never really let you down, as presents go. it all started when she told me to not be suprised if she drags me into a tattoo shop for my b-day. so i got the idea to get her some ink, and it all fell into place from there. i'm not sure what i'm getting next, if i wait till my b-day(yeah..., right.) i'll start the BIG 'UN. a back piece for the top half of my back, if i don't wait i'll probably go for the elder sign. if you have to ask, you don't know me very well... unless of course a certain artist i happen to know and love gets around to drawing that rad zombie i have been waiting as patiently as humanly possible for...&lt;br /&gt;in other news, the newest Queens Of The Stone Age album is fricken amazing! goodbye annoying bassist who sang crap songs, hello sweet desert rock. Billy Gibbons from ZZ Top is on the freaking thing, how can you go wrong with that!? i'm starting to think this may be a good year for music. lots of great stuff so far.&lt;br /&gt;bammer and i are getting along swimmingly. the apartment is rad! we work pretty goddamn well together. see, she's a librarian, and has a thing for catalogging and putting everything in order.  so she'll randomly go through bookshelves and movie stacks and cd stacks and just put them all in her weird, dewey decimal system maligned, HAL from 2001, "a place for everything and everything in its place" order. she's gone through my cd's twice now, and we've only been there for three weeks. it's great cause she likes doing it, and i've got LOADS of crap for her to cycle through. just you wait till she starts on my comics... heh. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;ooh! and  a big congrats to SARA! happy grad, baby. smootches, sorry i missed your call. talk to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;and happy friggen birthday to KATIE! thats champion juicer if you didn't know. send her big love  for her b-day, cause you know you goddamn well love her. i do.&lt;br /&gt;hasta lafawnduh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-111159832216597513?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/111159832216597513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=111159832216597513' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111159832216597513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111159832216597513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111159832216597513' title='ink, birthdays, and rock and fucking roll!'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-111052076866773366</id><published>2005-03-10T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:59:28.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>artistic or autistic...</title><content type='html'>alright, i know i've been a little schmoopy lately, with all the cutsey crap, but hey i got a really cool chick, so kiss my ass.&lt;br /&gt;frank kozik was in the store today, signing a big ass book of rock posters. there were other artists and the writers of said book, but the only one i knew or gave a shit about seeing was kozik. his posters are ill, and he's a big ol' artiste'. it was weird cause i could tell he didn't really want to be here. he just sat in the back, and moped around for the most part. it was still neat-o to see him and get a poster signed. even if he was bored. i always say only boring people get bored. but that would mean kozik is boring... who knows.&lt;br /&gt;the apartment is RAD! good times and great oldies. quiet, chill, my games and movies and cd's are there. it doesn't smell. i'm bringing a big ass bag of my books there tonight. i get done at 11. i have to ride the bart and walk a 25 minute walk home. i don't really mind at all. cause now i'll have even more reading material there. see, being the HUGE dork that i am, i reread most of my books, mostly comics, all the time. so's i can quote them at the most opportune times. WHAT A DORK!!!!! i quote comic books, people. and star wars, but so does bammer, and she's hot and sleeps with me, so she is excluded from dorkdom... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;more on my wonderful girlfriends dork-osity when we meet again. mind of a 14 year old boy. love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-111052076866773366?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/111052076866773366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=111052076866773366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111052076866773366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111052076866773366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111052076866773366' title='artistic or autistic...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-111023590299221143</id><published>2005-03-07T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T14:51:42.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bammers b-day.</title><content type='html'>birthdays... today is the lovely and talented &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BAMMERS&lt;/span&gt; b-day, so y'all should get a big huggy type happy birthday message to her. she's 29 and lovely as ever. if you didn't know, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;love-knife&lt;/span&gt; is the link at the sidebar to her own special blog, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;moved into the new apartment this weekend. it is heaven. quiet, calm, and she's there. so you can see how pleased i am to be there also. oakland is not as bad as the rumors persist. i live in piedmont, which is an amazing neighborhood. and theres a comic shop down the street! just a few more essentials, like a couch, and we'll be set. so anyone not in the city, come visit us! i miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;word to your mothers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-111023590299221143?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/111023590299221143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=111023590299221143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/111023590299221143'/><link rel='self' 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can't wait to get out of the middle of downtown sf. i love this town, but walking through piss stinking streets and getting harrassed for change is not what i want to be doing first thing in the morning. that can wait until AFTER the bart ride. &lt;br /&gt;the deposit is paid, and we'll start the big move near the first of the month. a nice big 2 bedroom apartment. lots of space. bammer's pretty much a minimalist, and i've got lots of useless crap. think-bookshelves. lots and lots of bookshelves. i've still got 50 bucks at ikea(thanks mom!) so we won't be hurting for a couch. its a big step, but we're short people, so i think we'll be alright. i'll get the specifics to you kids when next we speak.&lt;br /&gt;love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110880134037308843?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110799294323651620</id><published>2005-02-09T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T15:49:03.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>doh!</title><content type='html'>okay. i just found the new mike patton/x-ecutioners album, AND the new sage francis album. guh. i'm gonna freak out. so much good shit in the world, and all for me. i will be geeking on these for a while. gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110799294323651620?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110799294323651620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110799294323651620' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110799294323651620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110799294323651620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110799294323651620' title='doh!'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110765029170446411</id><published>2005-02-05T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T16:38:11.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drugs are bad...</title><content type='html'>i have about 33 minutes left on the clock here at the megastore, and i'm trying to be patient, but i really want to get the hell out of here. i've been dealing with the same cracked out hobo's for the last 7 hours. they are beginning to get to me. the giggler, who sat outside the store panhandling and bugging customers directly as they walked out the door, the old drunk skinny guy who can't seem to keep himself upright, drooling and sleeping in the middle of the sidewalk, and of course Cracky McToothless, the wonder crack-head. she almost has a tooth... almost. she also has a big crush on my boss, the LP manager. he helps escort her out, and she offers him the money from her shoe, and then gets him a dollar ice cream cone from mcdonalds. now thats crack-head love. all i want to do is go home and cuddle. but of course, i have to work at the club tonight, which means i get to deal with drunken e-tards. thats people high on ecstacy, mom. so that'll be a good night for all. at least the e-tards pay to get into the club, so they try to be nice, and not get kicked out. yay. anyway, life out here on the coast is good, productive, and weather wise very nice. calm and chill. not too cold, not too hot. middling. i like that word... smootches from the edge of the continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110765029170446411?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110765029170446411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110765029170446411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110765029170446411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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clears. right now i'll just sit and think of her. it's all i do anymore. i enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110676595135004239?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110676595135004239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110676595135004239' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110676595135004239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110676595135004239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110676595135004239' title='her'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110668187037908589</id><published>2005-01-25T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T11:37:50.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>girlfriend</title><content type='html'>that is a great word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110668187037908589?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110668187037908589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110668187037908589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110668187037908589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110668187037908589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110668187037908589' title='girlfriend'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110608412451592052</id><published>2005-01-18T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T13:35:24.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>big eyes...</title><content type='html'>well, i watched the AKIRA special edition dvd last night. well, part of it anyway. what crap. the voices were redone with horrible, stereotypical can of american twangs, and they removed any semblance of dialogue from the characters. all the little things, the heavy breaths, the short bursts, simple words like damn, and shit. its one of the things i really loved about the original, THEY SWORE LIKE REAL PEOPLE! they sounded serious. they sounded like normal people stuck in abnormal situations. they sounded stressed. whoever did the voices this time around was only worried about timing, cause it sounded like shit. there was no care put into the acting, just the tech crap. lowest common denominator bullshit. i hate when people have to fuck up perfection attempting to make a bigger buck.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just being tender, but that film is a part of my foundation of japanese and to a large extent, world animation. it's one of the films that showed me what cartoons could do. what they could BE. on the topic, but off the bitching... i'm gonna try to go see APPLESEED next week. masamune shiro, other than his strtange and uncomfortable fixation with close ups of womens underwear, is an amazing artist and writer. if you don't agree then all i have is... ghost in the shell, black magic-M66, and kiss my ass, loser... if you could see the face i'm making, you'd be crying.&lt;br /&gt;and now a list of five things that suprised me lately:&lt;br /&gt;1. the electric 6 album. thought it'd just be kitschy, but it really is good. and fun.&lt;br /&gt;2. vh1's surreal life. shoot me now. mini-me is a drunken freak. i am terrified.&lt;br /&gt;3. luis-one of the associates at virgin megastore. this kid can fuck up a game of chess. he kills. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;4. skittles. i can't keep them out of my face. i'm like a freaking junkie. every time i spit it looks like pieces of organs coming out. yum.&lt;br /&gt;5. bammer. she's going through so much killing stress right now. there is a light, baby. just a little further. too tough to die. part animal, part machine. rise above.&lt;br /&gt;okey-dokey, enough for now.  answer me one question: where do you want to be 5 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110608412451592052?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110608412451592052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110608412451592052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110608412451592052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110608412451592052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110608412451592052' title='big eyes...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110503872158715015</id><published>2005-01-06T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T11:12:01.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....</title><content type='html'>you see, this is what happens when the boss is out for the day. absolutely nothing. we are on chill mode. i had to close the store last night and i opend today, so i'm SLACKING OFF. K.M.A.(&lt;---that means "kiss my ass"...)&lt;br /&gt;i noticed something that is really starting to bother me, string tribute albums. when Apocalyptica came out, i was heavily impressed. four cellos doing classic Metallica songs... good stuff. then there was a Tool string tribute, and although i haven't listened to it, i thought it might at least be interesting. now there is a fucking string tribute album out for any putz with a distortion pedal. i have seen a White Stripes string tribute, a Queens of the Stone Age string tribute, and a Warren Zevon string tribute. okay, okay, i guess the Warren Zevon one isn't so far fetched, but White Stripes? come on. lets get over ourselves a bit, please. does every schmuck with a viola deserve studio time? i don't think so. can we try to do something creative and unique, or are we just going to recycle all the  crap until we burn ourselves off the planet...&lt;br /&gt;gonna go see White Noise on friday. looks cool. i like ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;been listening to Cowboys From Hell by Pantera lately. i miss D.D. he was a pretty damn good guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i gotta go get a nap going. werk werk werk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110503872158715015?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110503872158715015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110503872158715015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110503872158715015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110503872158715015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110503872158715015' title='zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110486968648609742</id><published>2005-01-04T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T12:14:46.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another dead soldier...</title><content type='html'>aahhh, new years. usually not a huge deal to me. in years past i've sat at home, watching the ball drop-philosophically and really, other years i've worked long ugly shifts in shitty kitchens, cooking for idiot drunks who have had a way better time than i. well, this year, i still had to work but it is a job i love, with interesting people, and i finally got a really great new years kiss. from a GIRL even. it has been a good 3 years since i had any desire to celebrate..., well anything. and now i have two jobs, which i love both. i've been looking for these jobs since i was a kid. record store, and a nightclub. punk rock! i've got a great girl on my arm, whom i have been searching for for a very long time. and a set of really great friends, which seems to be growing all the time. celebration definately seems to be in order.&lt;br /&gt;so have a happy new year to everyone i miss. i'll see you again. hopefully soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110486968648609742?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110486968648609742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110486968648609742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110486968648609742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110486968648609742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110486968648609742' title='another dead soldier...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110361109010618388</id><published>2004-12-20T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T22:38:10.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my santa is sexy!</title><content type='html'>well, tis the friggen season. so far the tally is at:&lt;br /&gt;3 pair white socks&lt;br /&gt;3 pair misc. striped boxer shorts (for the roominess of them...)&lt;br /&gt;kaada/patton- romances (AMAZING!)&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jake blues&lt;/span&gt; toy which is partner to thorens &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;elwood blues&lt;/span&gt; toy&lt;br /&gt;money!&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a great big tv!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue bought me a friggen tv for x-mas. i really dig this girl. you'd think  new relationship, variable interests. guys watch too damn much tv, i'd get a book or some smelly cologne. nope. a tv to watch stupid movies and play star wars on all dang night long. she's &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;perfect &lt;/span&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;watch out for the church of the jedi. it is coming. and i fear we may have a sith attack on said church if we're not careful. the light is the way. peace and serenity.&lt;br /&gt;may the force be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110361109010618388?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110361109010618388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110361109010618388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110361109010618388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110361109010618388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110361109010618388' title='my santa is sexy!'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110322641785538814</id><published>2004-12-16T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T11:46:57.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the goods</title><content type='html'>okay, i really like my job at virgin. i got two free cd's yesterday. all cause the people who came in, bought stuff... don't ask me, thats how it was explained. anyway i got Kaada/Patton which is, to say the least AMAZING. the dude really can do no wrong in my book. and i picked up Metallica-Master of Puppets. cause its good, dammit! don't give me that look... it happens to be the best metallica album, and my true introduction to metal. so kiss my butt.&lt;br /&gt;saw a guy the other day who had the "Innsmouth Look". for those of you who don't know h.p. lovecraft, the innsmouth look is a fishy/froggy look. you know, big bulging eyes, wide flat mouth. gray pallor, short and stocky. this guy stared at me and i stared back, and we were thinking the same thing, "he knows!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110322641785538814?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110322641785538814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110322641785538814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110322641785538814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110322641785538814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110322641785538814' title='the goods'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110291296470954351</id><published>2004-12-12T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T20:42:44.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>needy...</title><content type='html'>a list of things i am in the process of aquiring. unfinished.&lt;br /&gt;1)a flashlight for security work at the club. good, solid, small and bright as hell to scare the crap out of drunks.&lt;br /&gt;i will name it  "TORTURE".&lt;br /&gt;2)a television. i am currently using my roommates tv for my viewing pleasures. which gets in the way often, and he likes to bug me by playing Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2 on MY xbox, on his tv whilst i whine like a hungry kitten in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;3)Boots. big black shiny mudhole stompers. i'd really like to have a pair of solid tank boots again, cause they are functionally easy as crap to put on, and they look groovy. i like straps... alas, it seems pretty effing hard to find the elusive tanker in this town at the moment, so i may just go for a good pair of construction boots. my widdle feeties are killing me...&lt;br /&gt;4)Blacks. that would be the desired work uniform for the security dude at most of the clubs. dark, like the night. silent as a ninja, and high on red bull. black pants, black boots, black shirts. i have a bunch of black shirts, a good solid pair of ben davis black pants(comfy!), and a really rad jacket. so i don't really have to get this stuff, it would just be nice to have more...&lt;br /&gt;5)more ink. (VERY IMPORTANT!) i have and addiction... i will have more tattoos soon. most of you out of state will be suprised when next we meet. i have a few connections in the area, so i am in the process of paring down the possible ink slingers. soon, my friends, soon. i will wear the dreaded Elder Sign to protect me from the great old ones. Nyarlithotep, beware...&lt;br /&gt;more later when i have more time to think.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- hey OZEL! where precisely the fuck is my goddamn ZOMBIE TAT DESIGN!? come on man, i am FREAKING out...&lt;br /&gt;one love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110291296470954351?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110291296470954351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110291296470954351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110291296470954351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110291296470954351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110291296470954351' title='needy...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110265102472854879</id><published>2004-12-09T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:57:04.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>task force...</title><content type='html'>so here i am at work. i decided i had to drop a line from the jobby job. i spent most of the goddamn day standing at the front door greeting people and checking random bags for non-reciept product, to which i of course found none. now, the deal is everybody gets door time for the first hour-hour and a half of thier shift, but oooohhh no, not when there's a new guy to take advantage of. so i have spent approximately 6-6 1/2 hours standing there. i got cooks knees, and their going out on me when i'm sitting at home anyway, this standing around crap ain't cutting it. but i will survive, knees intact hopefully, cause its a damn good job, and the crew i work with is killer cool. i just gotta get my sea legs. and maybe a walker. god i'm a baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110265102472854879?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110265102472854879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110265102472854879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110265102472854879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110265102472854879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110265102472854879' title='task force...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110253446656879800</id><published>2004-12-08T11:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T11:34:26.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we don't need no stinking badges...</title><content type='html'>well, i finally did it. i got a job. actually i got two. in one day. both jobs i REALLY wanted. HA!  moneymoneymoneymoneymoney... i am now at virgin megastore doing loss prevention aka security work, no badges or guns, but we do have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;handcuffs&lt;/span&gt;. and at Mezzanine, a local club of some repute. i'll be working friday night for the FATBOY SLIM show, and newyears eve 8pm till 8am. i can't wait. now i feel better. heh, now i have to go to work so i'll post more as it happens... oh and Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2 is RAD!&lt;br /&gt;smootches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110253446656879800?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110253446656879800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110253446656879800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110253446656879800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110253446656879800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110253446656879800' title='we don&apos;t need no stinking badges...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110253446500632669</id><published>2004-12-08T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T11:34:25.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we don't need no stinking badges...</title><content type='html'>well, i finally did it. i got a job. actually i got two. in one day. both jobs i REALLY wanted. HA!  moneymoneymoneymoneymoney... i am now at virgin megastore doing loss prevention aka security work, no badges or guns, but we do have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;handcuffs&lt;/span&gt;. and at Mezzanine, a local club of some repute. i'll be working friday night for the FATBOY SLIM show, and newyears eve 8pm till 8am. i can't wait. now i feel better. heh, now i have to go to work so i'll post more as it happens... oh and Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2 is RAD!&lt;br /&gt;smootches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110253446500632669?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110253446500632669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110253446500632669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110253446500632669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110253446500632669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110253446500632669' title='we don&apos;t need no stinking badges...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110222120717053008</id><published>2004-12-04T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T20:33:27.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi ho hi ho...</title><content type='html'>going to work tonight at cat club. doing trainwreck's job. stamping approval and allowing entrance. i keep hearing about all these jobs but thier all for random shit... security here, door work there, barbacking somewhere else... never steady. it is grating on me, amongst others. and i'm still waiting to hear from virgin. i hear tell they are going to hire me, but the big boss hasn't called me yet. i've sent out probably 15 resume's to various kitchens and stores over the last three days, and i've heard nothing back. i keep getting these random jobs, which by the way, no matter how much i bitch they're still the most fun i've had in a "work" environment in a LLLOOOONNNGGGG time, but all they seem to do is catch me up to some of my debt. phone bill, rent, food. that stuff. i'm really fucking sick of catching up. but hey, whatever can pay the bills, right? ren is working too much to work on any music right now, so the songs are on a backburner, which is good, cause i'm focusing on getting too much work. it usually works out that i have nothing for a while, them magically nine different places want me, so where are they...?&lt;br /&gt;on a happy/pointy thingy note, we're going to help a young lady move into the fine burg here, and she sent us presents for the offer, brand spanking new knives! i have a kershaw Boa. made for my poor off handed brother lefties, it has a slight trigger in the back. see, most folding knives are made for you right handed control freaks, cause there are more of you, and you have the logic, whereas i am easily confused and tend to be startled by shiny things.  ahh, the life of a southpaw...&lt;br /&gt;ooh! and i got a sweet pair of old school puma's! they are rad! there was a big shoe fashion show thing at Mezzanine, one oh ren's 952 jobs, and he ghosted gibson and i into the festivities last night. t-shirts and shoes, and models everywhere, YAY! and peanut butter wolf spun wax. that's djing, mom. if you don't know who he is, you should look him up. a pert neet turntablist, if i do say so myself. also, looks like i may be working during fat boy slim, also at mezz, if they need the help, and new years eve. that'll go till 8 in the goddam morning though. guh. i like the clubs here, good, solid work and it's fun. the people who go out to the clubs... leave something to be desired. oh well, it's bread and butter for another week. or, burritoes and soda, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and spiderman 2 is RAD. but then, i like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spies like us&lt;/span&gt;, so you probably should be careful with what i say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110222120717053008?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110222120717053008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110222120717053008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110222120717053008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110222120717053008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110222120717053008' title='hi ho hi ho...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110193746965111387</id><published>2004-12-01T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T13:44:29.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO THE BEACH WAS A RAD MOVIE...</title><content type='html'>i saw surfers the other day. real live, not on tv surfers. one of them was even surfing, sort of... i've never actually seen surfers other than in movies and espn specials. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;here's a friggen list for ya, i got the itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people or things i have deified in my own little world:&lt;br /&gt;Bill Hicks-Dark Prophet " its just a ride."&lt;br /&gt;Marvin Gaye-Love uncompromised for the world around us.&lt;br /&gt;Louie Armstrong-Voice of angels. and the 7th trumpet of the end.&lt;br /&gt;HP Lovecraft-Seer into the abyss. Prophet of Doom&lt;br /&gt;Clutch-Pure Rock Fury, the sound of existence&lt;br /&gt;Quantum Physics-My religion of "Wha!?"&lt;br /&gt;Tom Waits-What god will sound like when i meet it.&lt;br /&gt;Mike Patton-a pantheon unto himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, Cthulhu. but we golf together, so i guess he's more like my friend...&lt;br /&gt;awaiting instructions from on high,&lt;br /&gt;-dom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110193746965111387?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110193746965111387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110193746965111387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110193746965111387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110193746965111387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110193746965111387' title='BACK TO THE BEACH WAS A RAD MOVIE...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110127904041831116</id><published>2004-11-23T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:50:40.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a place for everything, and everything in it's place...</title><content type='html'>okay, here's a list of the crap i've been imbibing lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dr. Bloodmoney- Philip K. Dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more, i must have MORE! is my mind supposed to feel like alien brain waves are tearing it  into tiny, bite sized chunks? cause thats exactly whats happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Burning Chrome-William Gibson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read Johnny Mnuemonic and you'll understand why industrial music is nowhere as cool as it should be. i want a killing floor in my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hellblazer, Hard Times- Brian Azzarello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor guy. he has the entire comics industry to save resting heavily on his shoulders. thank gods he is the man who will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hellboy, Weird Tales- Misc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i get it. the other guys can write about HB too. Mike, baby, just gimee a little more from the mind of the main man. please...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINNISH THE FUCKING STORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Joy Division-Permanent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get this goddam album! your life may very well depend on it... the man is made of PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nomeansno-Why Do They Call Me Mr. Happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry canadians... need i say more? and i found a nomeansno button while listening to them on the street in the HAIGHT. if that isn't fate, i don't know what is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Handsome Boy Modelling School-White People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone with the class to work with Mike Patton is a friend of mine...&lt;br /&gt;White &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stripes&lt;/span&gt;- Elephant and White &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blood&lt;/span&gt; Cells&lt;br /&gt;guh... music so good it makes my pants too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Dawn of the Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill my zombie posse, kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chronicles of Riddick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eff you. i liked the freakin' flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Club Dread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see above comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Machinist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an ugly film. i love ugly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white knuckled the entire time. and somebody was crushing my hand in fear. good fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ju On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white kids are fucking scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there you go. my list. i'm sure i'll have more soon. if'n you got anything to add, or to recommend let me know. i'm always in the market. but if it sucks, i'll &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;skewer&lt;/span&gt; you with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mockery&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;smootches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110127904041831116?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110127904041831116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110127904041831116' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110127904041831116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110127904041831116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110127904041831116' title='a place for everything, and everything in it&apos;s place...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110125124747152217</id><published>2004-11-23T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T15:07:27.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</title><content type='html'>well, i am now a barback. i help the 'tenders keep thier shit stocked and cold. and i get tips out of it.  werd. looks like i'll be working this saturday at a new space for club type stuff, at a rave.&lt;br /&gt;i hate ravers. candy necklace, plastic jewelry, baggy panted shits. bu it'll be good cash. 5:30 till 4 in the morning... fun. i'm old, but it think i can make it. wish me luck, and hope my hip doesn't go out on me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110125124747152217?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110125124747152217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110125124747152217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110125124747152217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110125124747152217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110125124747152217' title='$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-110047818138488680</id><published>2004-11-14T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T16:23:01.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, i got your money...</title><content type='html'>the Dirt Dog is gone... no more shall we join under the banner of big baby jesus. Old Dirty Bastard is dead. long live Dirt McGirt!&lt;br /&gt;tonight i will cry bloody tears, and dry my eyes with foodstamps.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight, sweet prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-110047818138488680?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/110047818138488680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=110047818138488680' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110047818138488680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/110047818138488680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110047818138488680' title='baby, i got your money...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109910305576481271</id><published>2004-10-29T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T19:27:59.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well, what would the pagans call YOU?</title><content type='html'>dr. quist,&lt;br /&gt;this coming sunday is the dreaded all hollows eve. samhain. i was wondering just what exactly you plan on doing about this blasphemy of sabbath...&lt;br /&gt;my original thoughts were of piercing the veil of tradition and spending the holiday in solitude. then i moved my feeble brain into the orbit of comical delight, maybe FRITZ, the poor thing killed by faeries, or perhaps a clown mask and a gun just to show the world what exactly i thought of those horrendous mimes and thier other worldly taint. then, as my mind calmed to a low 747 engine hum, i came upon a REAL plan. the lovely lady blue has chanced the idea of a grasping bonfire. big. big enough to scare away the clowns and djinn and god. big enough to delight and warm the cockles, if you understand my meaning. oh there'll be ritual, don't you worry old friend. i wouldn't dream of committing this act without it. it helps to scare away the presidents and the priests. but that ritual won't necessarily be mine. i'll take my part and eat my offerings, but i'll live that night in between. i'll be watching for ghosts. spectres... i'll be divining futures and reading tea leaves, but i plan on forgetting those cryptic fortunes. i'd like to dream again. see the world exactly how it should be. that would make it all worth while.&lt;br /&gt;are you celebrating? perhaps you'll wear the skin of the bastard rat, EPHRAM? his little feet dangling like trophies from your shoulder. or dress in all green, and tell people you're a ham sandwich. that would really get the bastards.&lt;br /&gt;what i want is STORY. i want every little greasy detail of the night. i want things that will embarrass, and guffaw. don't worry about blood, that's what this whole fucking day is about. thrill and wonder. read between the damn lines and fill in the blank DNA. be sequencial. or total chaos. i want danger! trouble! heavy breathing and sweat. it must be precise, or sloppy. there is NO in between. truth hides in the outskirts, not in the middle. i want AZATHOTH, not dr. giggles. put the fear back. make someone cry. or faint, either one is fair game to them. shake the pillars of heaven. there is no place for tender mercies on halloween. if you want that, stay indoors and feed the fat little bugs more candy. i'm sure they need it more than me.&lt;br /&gt;alright, may it is than... we'll turn this mud ball a few more times before i see you again. count your blessings, and watch for that fireball...&lt;br /&gt;gargle, and be careful.&lt;br /&gt;-the reverend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109910305576481271?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109910305576481271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109910305576481271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109910305576481271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109910305576481271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109910305576481271' title='well, what would the pagans call YOU?'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109907552310554802</id><published>2004-10-29T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T11:46:39.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEE SAW...</title><content type='html'>okay, i saw the film SAW wednesday. now it's your turn. don't give me any goddam lip! just go. save yourself the assload of embarassment, bite the bullet and go see this film! do not be the only person not FREAKING out over this amazing cinema.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK SEVEN.&lt;br /&gt;i'm completely serious.&lt;br /&gt;and there should be trailers for THE DEVILS REJECTS(eff you, i liked house of 1000 corpses...), and HIGH TENSION-another film of the loved horror genre i have been waiting well over a year to see.&lt;br /&gt;so trust me, and go to the movies for crimmineys sake.&lt;br /&gt;hugs and knives,&lt;br /&gt;-dom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109907552310554802?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109907552310554802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109907552310554802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109907552310554802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109907552310554802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109907552310554802' title='SEE SAW...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109882914907778110</id><published>2004-10-26T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T15:19:09.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed reviews...</title><content type='html'>so... my good little buddy, GONZO got stabbed the other night. he's alright, but he put the fear into us but good. ren and i went to visit him today, kinda depressing, but good to see he's upwardly mobile. i am not a fan of hospitals. maybe from the childhood view of chemotherapy, and the scare that instills. i'm awfully uncomfortable in those buildings. but you gotta do what you gotta do. and gonz needed a little support. he says he's stapled like a document. always in good humor, that kid...&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, i got free passes to see SAW, the new horror flick coming out on friday. we'll be seeing it on wednesday. ha! i'm gonna see it with amber, or BLUE to you fine folks. i really really dig this chick. things are working out GREAT. i've never met anyone like her. i am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;and of course later today i may just go and watch dawn of the dead on my friends wall. huge. loved that flick.&lt;br /&gt;worked the exotic/erotic on saturday. should get for that soon. that was... interesting. lots of naked people. lots of freaky, huge, scary naked people. and a couple of dangerously hot naked people. interesting indeed.&lt;br /&gt;okay, more when it happens.&lt;br /&gt;much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109882914907778110?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109882914907778110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109882914907778110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109882914907778110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109882914907778110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109882914907778110' title='mixed reviews...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109817195676365023</id><published>2004-10-19T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T00:45:56.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fiction in 50 (see emily's blog)</title><content type='html'>at this angle along the street, the sign reads "HOTE". i don't really mind since losing 48 cents to a bum over who has bigger hands... i do. so big, i guess, that i couldn't get any more money out of my minute pocket. i miss the sound of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my bammer, but i really have to get a job. this random work shit is starting to get to me. it'd be alright if it wasn't so few and far between. i'm looking for anything now. kitchen or not. i don't really care. just gotta get the cash!&lt;br /&gt;another great band most of you have probably already heard of is The Postal Service. i know Zack, Peet, Daniel and Ilona will REALLY appreciate it. but the rest of you should check it out too. ask me and i'll tell you the interesting story of this wonderful "band"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109817195676365023?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109817195676365023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109817195676365023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109817195676365023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109817195676365023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109817195676365023' title='fiction in 50 (see emily&apos;s blog)'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109808957773209431</id><published>2004-10-18T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T01:54:26.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i once ate an entire red candle...</title><content type='html'>okay, if you know me, if you love me... find the film "Out Foxed". watch it with both eyes open, ears perked for vital information. open you soul to it. and when you do, understand that you anger is pure. justified. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness gracious. well, sent off the kids. watched them peddle up market street as i paid off a bit more of my phone bill. back down to normal size from the tantamount sum of dinero it had previously been. we had a great couple of days, i got as much of an introduction of this town as they did. i didn't see anything i hadn't already seen, i just finally figured out how to get there. chinatown, little italy, the wharf. i now officially know how to get to these places. and they're pretty neat places for a simple midwestern boy to see. american zoetrope, kerouac alley, the wonderful little italian place Mario's. good times.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to try to get an acting gig. auditions for &lt;em&gt;The Princess Bride&lt;/em&gt; on stage. now that sounds like a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;watched more Sealab 2021 today. that show never gets old. fignuts.&lt;br /&gt;blue, in her kind heartedness, bought me Real Gone, Tom Waits newest. i am overjoyed. not only is it amazing, but i think of my little puddin' unicorn snoring love knife, Bammer when i listen to it. yum.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! and you should also be good to your sense of humor and go to &lt;a href="http://www.seanbaby.com"&gt;seanbaby.com&lt;/a&gt;. this guy writes for the Wave, a local rag her in sunny/yet strangely rainy lately SF. it is possibly some of the funniest shit on the web. everyone but you, mom. you'd probably hate it... he makes fun of all sorts of people. especially the stupid ones...&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it. more to came, as more comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109808957773209431?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109808957773209431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109808957773209431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109808957773209431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109808957773209431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109808957773209431' title='i once ate an entire red candle...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109787083339838253</id><published>2004-10-15T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T13:07:13.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>king of the road.</title><content type='html'>well, the kids are in town for thier bike trip. thier staying in the apartment, and making us nachos. so they say... we're going to show them the town a bit today, and they'll stay tonight, and on thier way to L.A.&lt;br /&gt;a damn good time is being had, y'all. the fun is groovy. hearing road stories, and war journals is cool. i like these guys. even thought they're canadians. heh.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, life is the same.&lt;br /&gt;it's still warm, peet. still 80. ask alana, she'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109787083339838253?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109787083339838253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109787083339838253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109787083339838253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109787083339838253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109787083339838253' title='king of the road.'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109769173554212068</id><published>2004-10-13T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T11:22:15.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>opening bid...?</title><content type='html'>well, i got a care package from mom the other day. i love these things. got some pot holders, and other neat knittings. but i am confused about one thing. a huge winter hat. mom, i live in SAN FRANCISCO, when am i going to need this hat? oh if it gets that cold, you better believe that thing will be on my head, but as it is with it being 80 around here, all i can do is impressions of mush mouth from fat albert. don't worry, i didn't cut any holes in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;               &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bookstorebookstorebookstorebookstorebookstore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yeah. still looking. got some more leads. yup. getting old. yeah. sure. yup...&lt;br /&gt;spent the last few days helping blue(or bammer, or the Ambler, or gimp-a-saurus, or &lt;strong&gt;MUH-FIN&lt;/strong&gt;...) keep an eye on her friends house. she's a professor, and is out of town for like 10 days. so we sit around, eat her food, and watch movies. and some other stuff too...&lt;br /&gt;ren bought FABLE, a game for the xbox, which is mine. we watched him play. i might get into it sometime soon, but i doubt it. too much to do. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, more when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109769173554212068?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109769173554212068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109769173554212068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109769173554212068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109769173554212068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109769173554212068' title='opening bid...?'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109709445129125075</id><published>2004-10-06T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T13:27:31.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cough, wheeze, ah-CHOO!</title><content type='html'>well, i am sick. actually, i feel better today. went to see Garden State yesterday. it was amazing. a beautiful story. and i got to see it with blue, so it was extra special. spent the rest of the day laying around trying to beat this head cold. though i was sick, it was a great day. all day in the hands of a lovely woman. she's kinda beat up herself right now with her leg in a cast and her evil jumping shoulder. but we just layed around. reading and babbling. we spend more time giggling about ourselves than anyone i can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;paid off more of the old phone bill. guh.  at least they won't turn it off. i would be pretty helpless with out it.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, its all the same. no work other than random security stuff, and comic books are nice. i hope i get some more money soon, for Real Gone is calling me. i must have new Tom Waits. must... have...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll just be a horrible person and download it...&lt;br /&gt;my brain feels like folded tapioca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109709445129125075?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109709445129125075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109709445129125075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109709445129125075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109709445129125075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109709445129125075' title='cough, wheeze, ah-CHOO!'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109688239487885079</id><published>2004-10-04T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T02:33:14.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strong arm</title><content type='html'>well, i spent all day saturday working security. &lt;strong&gt;LOVE PARADE&lt;/strong&gt;, which is normally held in Berlin, Germany was here in sf. a rag-tag crew of miscreants was formed by the small security company, &lt;strong&gt;Yojimbo&lt;/strong&gt; and put to work. i got the request from the roomie, and joined in the fun. it was a really cool time. no violence, minimal stupidity, and a bunch of crappy house music. all i did was make sure random drunks didn't piss behind the port-o-potties. it was an all day event. there actually was a parade, and it was full of wacky club kids. all dressed in thier retarded finery. i'm no fashion maven, but these freaks looked BAD. colours no human should be allowed to mix. but thats what drugs do to the minds of the youth... &lt;em&gt;rebel by being hard to look at&lt;/em&gt;. after the festivities i was asked to help at one of the local after parties, at a club called MIGHTY. a bunch of the float people were there to dance the night away, after dancing the day away. and they did in droves. i was put work for manual labor at first, chucking iron barriers around till there was adequate party truck and dance space, then sent off to the random corners of the floor for reconnisence. watched alot of drunks dance like epileptics at a strobe convention. i LOVE security work. my entire job consists of people watching. which i do 24/7 anyway. now i get paid for it. the guys i worked for at the parade said there's lots more security work coming up. i am glad. i like the work, i really do. it's not cooking, and i get to hang out in clubs, which is actually fun again. and the crews i've worked with are really cool kats. if there is any trouble, they're there in a heartbeat. and there hasn't been any real trouble yet.&lt;br /&gt;as for the hardware store, it looks like they don't need me. i think they would have called by now. oh well, keep a chin up and all that. there are a bunch more leads i got from a friend here, so i really ain't worried. i got some money in my pocket, so the bills are paid, and there is food on my lips. and in my belly. tomarrow its back to the grindstone. pay the phone bill, call about some work. see if i can catch the little lady for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"gonna go uptown, gonna get myself straight. gonna go see my momma, see if i got myself a date. time is burnin' out, comin' right down to the wire. i gotta do somethin' to get myself higher."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna move right in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109688239487885079?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109688239487885079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109688239487885079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109688239487885079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109688239487885079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109688239487885079' title='strong arm'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109624874461534208</id><published>2004-09-26T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T18:32:24.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boy oh boy...</title><content type='html'>yup. folsom street fair. what fun.&lt;br /&gt;uh, maybe it was blown up too much by everyone i know, or maybe i was just not in the mood for it, or maybe i wasn't drunk and naked, but it was not all it was cracked up to be. i have not been in the mood to deal with other people, and that fucking fair is filled with drunken, naked, gross, old, other people. well, i saw it. everyone said i had to, and i did. pbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbththth... so there.&lt;br /&gt;guh. i need $130 by the 6th, or my phone is gonna get shut off. and another $60 by the 16th. i have an interview on tuesday with a birthday party lined up that night. i desperately don't want to go, right now. i'm sure i'll be fine by tuesday, but as it is, i LOATHE the idea. i'm in a bad mood. no, i'm in a shitty mood. it happens sometimes. fuck it. i'm gonna go stew for a while.&lt;br /&gt;calgon, take me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109624874461534208?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109615537599952429</id><published>2004-09-25T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T16:36:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spot on, danger mouse...</title><content type='html'>well, here you go. i have a job interview on tuesday with a hardware store. they just need a cashier, so it's pretty much what i'm looking for. cross your fingers for me... i went to the super secret after hours/speak easy thing to help put in the security camera last night. i was told it would be about two hours of work. six hours later we ran a huge friggen ladder back to the club we borrowed it from, at THREE in the fucking morning... guh. i get to go down there tonight to work the door. and read. alot. got a little side action helping out at the cat club the other night. watching the young lady working coat check. she was a bit "tipsy" and "tired". so i counted her drawer, checked and watched coats and generally kept the peace for a couple hours. made a bit more scratch, and went home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is folsom street fair. oh boy. lots of leather daddies, and naked people. drinking. heavily. everybody i know loves this fair, so it should be fun. and thorens birthday is also on tuesday, when we will party like its armageddon. with fire from the sky, and cannibalism... yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note: i have been waiting patiently(on the outside...) for a certain someone to CALL me. i have been worried sick(on the inside...) that your feet have fallen off, and you for some unknown reason don't want to tell me about it. i don't wanna bug you, but i would like to know how you're doing. i miss you and your snoring and your giggling and your sweet little tush. so CALL A MOTHERFUCKER ALREADY! i feel like someones chocolate is all up in my peanut butter. hook a brother up, damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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mouse...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109587818709042433</id><published>2004-09-22T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T11:36:27.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things i am REALLY fond of...</title><content type='html'>RC cola&lt;br /&gt;baby unicorn snoring&lt;br /&gt;Lovecraft&lt;br /&gt;hugs (yup, i'm a big puss, deal with it...)&lt;br /&gt;sage and patton&lt;br /&gt;dogs that like people&lt;br /&gt;my ORPHANS  t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;live music&lt;br /&gt;SHAUN OF THE DEAD&lt;br /&gt;"you're gonna get it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. went to see SHAUN OF THE DEAD last night with Blue. great stuff, really funny and good. big thanx to ren and gib, they got me the tix. word. trying to get hired by virgin megastore. its right by the apartment, and its full of movies and music i want. got to get out of the apartment for a bit today, get me a job. nothing special to report, just the same old same old. thats what the list is for, couldn't think of anything more creative, its early for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109587818709042433?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109587818709042433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109587818709042433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109587818709042433'/><link 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href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=job&amp;v=56"&gt;job&lt;/a&gt;, watching my &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=friends&amp;v=56"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt; stumble through yet another day, and trying to be creative and witty. i would like to be a bruiser. that would be solid work. i'd stand there and look intimidating, break a few legs, rough a few &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=people&amp;v=56"&gt;people&lt;/a&gt; up. it'd make for some good stories. after the show tomarrow ren and i will start working on beats. we'll get sean in on it, and collect some more beats from him then it will be on to the &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=writing&amp;v=56"&gt;writing&lt;/a&gt; phase. we're looking at something angry. angry &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=music&amp;v=56"&gt;music&lt;/a&gt; always wakes me up. it pokes me in the ribs, goads me on to do something stupid, but self satisfying. i'm trying to rearrange my life around getting work. angry &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=music&amp;v=56"&gt;music&lt;/a&gt; helps. clutch, faith no more, and nomeansno are staples in my life, i see no reason they should take a sideline when i'm in a good mood. in fact, they're usually more relevant then... hyperactive. thats the call of the day. i need to freak out a little. well, i am freaking out, but i need some scratch in my pocket to get a good long stretch of freak. more tattoos, better clothes since i invariably rip all of mine to shreds, a t.v., a monitor for the little &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=computer&amp;v=56"&gt;computer&lt;/a&gt; that might, &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=boots&amp;v=56"&gt;boots&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=boots&amp;v=56"&gt;boots&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=boots&amp;v=56"&gt;boots&lt;/a&gt;, new glasses, egg salad sandwiches, you know... stuff like that. mmmmmm, egg salad. sorry for the lack of explitive, or prose, i'm just not feeling that poetic today. poop on it if you like, i'm tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109527758477155713?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109527758477155713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109527758477155713' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109527758477155713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109527758477155713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109527758477155713' title='it&apos;s gonna be one of those mornings...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109468926835121642</id><published>2004-09-08T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T17:21:08.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ha ha, i win you f#$@ers!</title><content type='html'>oh i'm sorry, is that my shit eating grin your tripping over? yeah, it's gonna be there for a while. just watch where you step...&lt;br /&gt;how does this happen? i mean, i get it, i understand the quantum mechanics of it. i can see the gears and particles and waves of it, the brain chemistry changing. i get THAT. but what the hell!? how? where? when?&lt;br /&gt;just a month ago. a small month. 3o something days past. nothing. now, every small gesture, every glance, every single sweet syllable sold into my feebled mind makes me grin like a fucking lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;guh.&lt;br /&gt;i am awed. amazed. how did we reach the exact same conclusion? two COMPLETELY different backgrounds. completely different histories. same friggen view. same IDEA. same plan.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;thats it. its over. i win! gold star, blue ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;pizza, otis, the woods, clutch, patton, discussion of underwear, i mean for christ sake, she likes NOMEANSNO!?! how the hell does that happen? it's not fair. i feel like i'm cheating. a step ahead of everyone else.  i got what i WANTED.&lt;br /&gt;guh.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so sorry if i randomly twitch and giggle with joy. sorry if i keep showing you my ugly tooth, but i can't shut my friggen mouth. it's just too much effort to try to not smile.  i am so goddamn happy.&lt;br /&gt;guh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109468926835121642?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109468926835121642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109468926835121642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109468926835121642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109468926835121642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109468926835121642' title='ha ha, i win you f#$@ers!'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109382832480532396</id><published>2004-08-29T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T18:12:04.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>up and up...</title><content type='html'>yup. things are still looking good after one month. movement. forward progress. shit like that. i better understand lyrics borns latest album now. i've been listening to it on the bart, and wandering around the city. it seems to make even more sense after you've been in this town for a while. funky.&lt;br /&gt;the weather is pretty crazy, its 80 and sunny all day until around 6 or 7, then magically it cools down. if you don't have a hoodie or coat at this time, you're gonna shiver. its rad. we've finished all the main shots of the video, and are now more or less moving on to post-production. i have a great little cameo, shooting craps with TEXTBINDER from MR. LEXICON. word. and there are a few others among the mix. all in all, good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;its really cool to get out with the roomies. we've been out constantly, leaving enough down time for extra-curricular activities. my head is clearing, and i want to write music. yum. the idea alone tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, there's the girl. what a dork! i love it. lord of the rings, it's cool! took a trip to dark harvest, a very cool bookstore in berkeley with her. i was floored. more lovecraft and moorcock than i thought possible. most of the moorcock stuf was SIGNED! guh. we geeked out for a while and wandered towards the comic shop in the big b, and low and behold it was gone. dissappeared for good. bastards. ah well, time to check some of the other spots and see how they hold up.&lt;br /&gt;yes. i am happy to be here. now, i MUST FIND WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109382832480532396?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109382832480532396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109382832480532396' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109382832480532396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109382832480532396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109382832480532396' title='up and up...'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109337764845058842</id><published>2004-08-24T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T13:00:48.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guh.</title><content type='html'>you have no idea... i thought i'd lost that last post. it wouldn't send on either of the computers i used. but, like magical faeries in the computer, it just appeared today. i wrote that yesterday. my mind is folding...&lt;br /&gt;-dom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109337764845058842?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109337764845058842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109337764845058842' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109337764845058842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109337764845058842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109337764845058842' title='guh.'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109331096552586594</id><published>2004-08-23T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T18:29:25.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cave in...</title><content type='html'>soon the windows will be blanketed over. all but the one remaining openable one. there, we'll hang an intricate pulley/basket system for supplies. food, water, butane torch, you know... survival equipment. bariccade the doors, get the computer running, we'll need that for the internet work, to keep the money rolling in. and for checking up on the state of the outside world. to know for sure why it is we've locked ourselves away. holed up in the tiny room. we'd sneak out when no one is looking, gone for the day or in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep to use the facilities. hygene is still important. we'll make little presents and slide them under the door for random passers-by. bits of tinfoil we salvage from the aluminum helmets we wear to block the alien mind rays. postcards from places we've never been. pictures of people we don't know. pieces of straw, or lint from our home made clothes. tied up with strange things like teeth, or hair. giggling and guffawing at random inside jokes that are so insane and scary that to hear them would make your hair bleach white. we would watch movies all day, and sleep sweaty every night, hot under heavy covers and comforters. curled up like puppies seeking mothers warmth. random, inane scientific experiments would take up whatever time necessity allows. training flies as secret, covert spies, and consumption through osmosis. we would practice magic tricks with cards, and hula-hooping. we'll hang toy parts from our clothing, like hunting prizes. like wookie braids from boba-fetts shoulder. if times get lean, i'll start a church. tithes from random pedestrians, dropped in the basket will offer a screaming blessing, full of spit and food particles from a nameless babbling great old one followed by a wink and a smile. then wave them on their way, so everyone in line can have the blessing. we'll blow kisses at people on the street, and see if we can knock them over. we'll take time out of our busy day to play a very short game of bocce ball, or lawn bowling as the americans call it. the thumping and clatter as we knock over all the cardboard shelving will be astounding. consider it "code orange" heaven. we'll have plastic and duct tape over every available seal, but we will love it. we'll coo, and twitter. we'll smile all by ourselves. while ghostbusters plays on six televisions behind us, repeating over and over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109331096552586594?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109290789012587173</id><published>2004-08-19T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T02:31:30.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blue.</title><content type='html'>strange things are afoot. with the insurgence of society on my quiet little world, i've come to know new things, meet new people. some large and imposing but quite jovial. others smaller, quiet natured, with random outbursts of amazing absurdity. of the former, i'm pleased as punch to associate with. the reigndeer games offer a wonderful acceptance to me. but the latter, oh my little darlings, the latter has me flabbergasted.&lt;br /&gt;i spend a lot of time here staring off. down unknown streets and dark alleys. up impossible hills, trying to slice through fog to what can only be utopia beyond my line of sight. but now i find myself staring at a more terrestrial being. watching with strangled eyes, squinting for fear of loosing one of these precious orbs. i babble in bursts of history, personal and world, and fidget. "am i sweating?" i ask myself constantly. i still wear the same pair of pants for three days straight, i still sleep close to the wall, i still wake up like a bear, grubling and growling at the first people i see as i walk to the bathroom in my invader zim boxers, and i still chew my nails incessantly. and yet, everything feels... odd. good odd. delightfully odd. standing on my desk and making fun of the teacher odd. &lt;em&gt;like i'm winning odd&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the universe is returning to my calloused fingertips, and it has bright blue hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109290789012587173?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109290789012587173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109290789012587173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109290789012587173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7758221/posts/default/109290789012587173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109290789012587173' title='blue.'/><author><name>fleshbasket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03252112878232994324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109261186369668430</id><published>2004-08-15T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T16:17:43.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet repose</title><content type='html'>oh dear friends, the lexicon show was a BLAST! everything i wanted it to be and more. so fun. great time, lots of cool people, and good, good music. i'll be helping out at the show next month, doing door, or something, so i'll get to enjoy it again, immensely...&lt;br /&gt;on a stranger note, ren and i got dragged out to a BEAR street fair. for those of you not in the know, bears are guys who are and dig other hairy big guys. interesting times for a small dago such as myself. ah well, life is something that must be experienced. or at least watched from afar, like a zoo...&lt;br /&gt;noodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109261186369668430?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109261186369668430/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109252027948785257</id><published>2004-08-14T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T14:51:19.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ia ia cthulhu fthagn</title><content type='html'>yes thats right, a 30 foot long giant squid was caught or dragged up off the coast of the canary island in spain. will the sunken city of r'lyeh be next discovered? hurricane charley? friday the 13th? are these the signs? only nyarlithotep and the fist of azathoth can be sure...&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to reality... got up and helped gib, my roommate, put up the stage for the lexicon show tonight. good to learn the ins and outs of the club a bit more. since i seem to have been dropped into the ensign position around there. pretty much my "job" is running random small errands like getting shots for the doormen and finding so-and-so for some other so-and-so to talk to... you know, like gopher on the love boat. whatever, anyway i can't wait for the show, its going to be really friggen cool, and ren says he's gonna jump up on stage in a green bunny suit for the magical mr. lexicon song "shit tunnel". sorry mom... still waiting for the call from the kitchen spot, but i'm patient... smootches to all,&lt;br /&gt;-dom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109252027948785257?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109252027948785257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109252027948785257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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cut my hair today. it was buzzed around the sides and back, as per the usual, and today i got a bug up my butt and cut all the stragglers on top in half. clean and ready for action. looks like a bit of video news for vox machina, in the next three weeks we'll be shooting around the frisky, and cameoing the crap out of it. just a bunch of the locals, some celebrity like lexicon, and the kids from the neighborhood. pre-production right now, more when it happens... look for me when it comes out. i'll be there. mr. lexicon show on saturday. gonna be GOOD... hopefully i won't be stuck in the kitchen at the Pound till after saturday... pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;boggely boo,&lt;br /&gt;-dom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109235610579112759?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109228608248237869</id><published>2004-08-11T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T21:48:02.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peanut gallery</title><content type='html'>yo, check my comments out, dawg...&lt;br /&gt;yup, i am smart. in some circles... leave a comment or 9076. i don't mind at all.&lt;br /&gt;smootches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109228608248237869?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109228608248237869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7758221&amp;postID=109228608248237869' title='2 Comments'/><link 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frisky is strange and new and wonderful and still strange. no doubledecker bicycles, no winter coats, no peet or o-draws or daniel or keegs. i see everything like an anthropologist/quantum physicist/new born. it's all new and bright, different. not scary different... wild, fascinating different. mad scientist, controlling the world thanks to the power of steam, different. i feel clear. clean. awake and alert. i'm soaking up all of the information like some sort of monstrous behemoth sponge or hard drive. sifting, constantly sifting through it all. adapting.&lt;br /&gt;being aware feels really good.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109226446908751395?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109226446908751395/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758221.post-109218527543534362</id><published>2004-08-10T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T17:47:55.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the front...</title><content type='html'>so here's the deal. it looks like i might get hooked up with a job at one of the local watering holes/nightclubs, but it will be in the kitchen. i desperately don't want to cook, but it'll be a really good chance to get in the door. working at some of these places would be rad, and there are a few of them. i would really like to get in at the door somewhere. just i.d. people and chill out, but if cooking is gonna get me there, i'll do it. i'm also gonna go to borders. i got an application from them, and will send shortly. i don't really want to work there, but it'll pay the bills. and i got the skills, sorta... other than that, i had my first meeting with the other gentlemen of PARAPHAN, and it went very nicely. i knew two of the three already, and had met the other guy briefly, but never sat down with all of them. we're promoting a show at KEMO'S for Vox Machina and &lt;a href="http://www.mrlexicon.com"&gt;Mr. Lexicon &lt;/a&gt;next month, it should be friggen cool. small company, small times. other than that, i have been having a great time out partying with the roommates, scaring the women folk, and generally causing a bit of havoc upon this fine california city. i love my life.&lt;br /&gt;noodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109218527543534362?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/109218527543534362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>would you like fries with that?</title><content type='html'>well, here i am, and now i need a job. i still got a bit of scratch left, but i think it would be a good idea to get started soon. i think i have an interim thing working the door at a local bar, one of the notorios three roomies tends there, but it will be random and in between, and under the radar if you know what i'm sayin'... i gotta get the cash flowing, ramen does not agree with me for very long. flyered on haight for the label today, gonna sell cd's on market tomarrow, keep the blood pumping, and the legs moving. yup, even without a j o b things are definately looking up. for you kids in mpls, i miss you, love you, and i hope to see you soon. everybody else gotta wait in line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758221-109166999679102560?l=fleshbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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