To Whom It May Concern

Just wanted to say sorry to everyone that was at the after show party last night that wanted to hang out with me, I was not in attendance. From the looks of my house it was a good time. On top of that I wanted to say a big Fuck You to Dan Burns for apparently pouring beer all over my kitchen floor, sorry I wasn't there to shit in your sleeping bag later in the night. Don't be surprised when we come to your house and I start pissing on your floor, I guess that's how things are done now? I'm having a great time right now triple mopping and sweeping the house, thanks again and please don't bother ever coming over again, you can stay at your parent's house next time you come through town.

Tim Jordan R.I.P.

Last night I was told some very sad news by a friend. Apparently a friend of mine whom I was just getting to know better committed suicide. I was caught off guard by this news as Tim would be the last person to do this.

Standford Prison Experiment

This is crazy, I read The Wave when I was younger, but never realized how intense this actually was.


The Stanford prison experiment was a landmark psychological study of the human response to captivity, in particular, to the real world circumstances of prison life. It was conducted in 1971 by a team of researchers led by Philip Zimbardo of Stanford University. Volunteers played the roles of guard and prisoner, and lived in a mock prison. However, the experiment quickly got out of hand, and was ended early.
It was a variation of the Milgram experiment, which was conducted in 1963 at Yale University by Stanley Milgram, Zimbardo's former high school friend. more...

That Crackhead Chapped My Lip

Oh Chico. I've realized now that Chico isn't totally my town anymore, there's always the threat of some asshole thinking he can come to town from where ever (Sacramento, Oroville, New Orleans) and take shit over. I saw this happen with a frat dude punching Ben and the I got a taste first hand last night when a random crankster walked by me and full on slapped me, open handed, in the face. No warning, for no reason, he just hit me as hard as he could. I was caught so off guard I had no idea what had just happened, I just stood there for a minute trying to figure it out. Luckily I have one of the toughest friends ever, Italian Dave aka Navy Dave, Chuck D, then names keep going, so anyway, Dave instantly is after the dude and his two friends and they are afraid, they were zig zagging across the street trying to avoid Italian. I'm following the whole time as well. So we get across the street and the guy starts saying things I don't want to repeat on here, but I'll give you an idea. He was white trash as can be, he kept calling himself a gansta' and other words that go along with that, you get the idea. So Dave wants to kill this guy, I'm pretty passive and don't know what this guy is about, so I'm kind of on the line, I would like to kick him in the teeth, but it's not like that's going to happen. At this point the guy is crouching down say to come and fight him, but it looks like he's getting a knife or something out of his boot, it turns out he was really just tying his shoe so Dave heads into Starbuck's, where we were going to use the bathroom, then the guy starts talking shit and wants to fight so Dave comes back out and the dude starts to walk away, at this point Brandon, Josh and Ben all walk up and the guy gets really tough then and starts to beat up a trash can, he's punching and kicking it, and then it falls on him and he's pinned underneath a trash can, at this point I realize he's harmless and should have been beat the hell up, but the trash can beat up to it, the he got up and got the hell out of there. Crackheads suck, Italian Dave is great, he just chased after that guy no questions asked, that's some risky business. Everything is fine now, the guy just slapped my face so hard he instantly chapped my lip, I used chapstick overnight so I'm okay now.


In other news, check out this story here, some people are idiots, so are the authorities, look closely at the picture.

Rodeo Bulls Drink Blood

It's Tuesday, the work week is just starting for me, and it seems like forever already. I cut my finger real nice- like today, it won't stop bleeding. I got to print some stupid shit, I can't even begin to describe the crap that people order (see above image for example), it goes to show how many borderline retarded people occupy this world. In some positive news, I've named my International propane fueled truck Jake Ryan. If you see him around say hi, he's a good, hard working piece of machinery.

The Best Thing Ever..... For Now

Today I discovered one of the most entertaining games I've ever played. It sounds stupid at first, but once you have it in your hands it's as addicting as cheese balls or NASCAR racing, but better for you. So here it is. It's called Guitar Hero, and you have this fake guitar. The idea is to play along to songs that are on the game, there's some good ones too, ie: Cowboys From Hell, Ziggy Stardust, Killer Queen and about twenty others. It's so much fun, I never imagined it would be good at all, but it is, go to Best Buy and try it out for free, then buy it, I think I might. I haven't tried it in Best Buy, but I'm sure you'll feel ridiculous, so buy it and take it home and then don't feel all stupid, just rock out with a miniature guitar and some sweet songs, seriously. Two words, Guitar Hero. That's all.

New Look

I've decided to change the color scheme of my blog. Why? Because the other one made my eyes hurt, and it was boring. So I figured, why not change it to green, green is a hip color, right? I like it, so that's really what matters most of all. I gotta go now, This Old House is on, and I actually, truthfully like that show.