For The Time Being...

go here to read what I have to say. Or if you're really bored, blogger has now made it possible to view my blog in arabic, it might be fun.

Ohio.

Baltimore, MD

Norfolk, VA

so I bought an iPhone and its the best thing ever. More to come tomorrow. Fo reals

Nooo Beans

With all the exciting stuff going on on this tour I would have thought I'd have more to write about, but all I really have to say is....

Coyote Ugly is the worst bar ever created. Ever. Oh, and if my moustache was dark instead of blond I would have one killer 'stach.

ready!

The day has finally come. I get to leave tomorrow, and I can't wait. I've made though a month and a half of nothingness. It seemed like it was all a horrible dream and I really was destined to walk the streets of Chico/ Nashville, broke as hell. But it's not. My life for the past six weeks has been like this picture,the bird is the tour and I'm the cat. Does that make any sense?

*just so everyone knows, my eyes still look normal.

I guess he couldn't hang, or maybe he got a clue.

Morraly Shady.

I would like to give this kid two big thumbs up. He really hit home with me here, I have finally seen the light. No, not really. I've had a hard time stomaching these kinds of people for years, even when they were paying for my rent and *gasp* my cigarettes. I'm glad nowadays I don't have to use confused, christian people's money to purchase my morally illegal vices. Oh wait, I guess they still pay my bills. Just please pray that this kid gets a clue and maybe lives life a little before calling out people. I was going to post his myspace here, he pissed me off that much, but that might a little too much. If it bothered you that much it takes about 5 seconds of searching.

Most Covert.

Lately I've been suhttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifbjected to so many entertaining premium television shows that I'm completely immersed in (entourage, weeds, californication) and I would highly suggest you watch all of them. But I have been having this urge to reach back to my past and take in some shows of yesteryear. That's where this little gem from our northern, little sister country comes in. I thought I made this thing up in my head, I couldn't find any episodes for the longest time and then I finally hit gold and found a shitload of them. The dynamite show I'm jocking here is My Secret Identity, staring none other than Jerry O' Connell. He plays a superhero, of sorts, he can fly with aerosol cans and run really fast, other than that he's just a less a chubby version of his earlier role, but it's still great. There's also a crazy scientist that helps the young Andrew Clements (Jerry O' Connell) with his "super powers". In my opinion the scientist is a huge super power cock block, he never lets little Andrew shine, like in episode 18 where Andrew can't take credit for his good deeds.
And now here's episode 18. Take a look for yourself and get hooked, and if you're a closet fan of the show, enjoy. If anything, the theme song is pretty bitchin.


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Someone has more time on their hands than me, but they actually do slightly interesting things.

For Your Viewing Pleasure

For your viewing pleasure.
My Roommate Is a Dick

It's worth a look, and it may hit home with some of you. I should probably be on this as I have become "that guy on the couch" as of late.

Randy Newman

I had this urge to listen to Randy Newman the other night. I don't know why, so I acquired a few of his records, and they're not half bad. I don't think my parents ever listened to him, but his songs have this thing about them that makes me really comfortable, like they were used to put me in a good mood when I was a cranky little child, but I'm almost positive his music would never been heard in my parent's house.
Take a listen for yourself, he's got a myspace, crazy huh? He's got an interesting way of writing, his vocal delivery is almost comical, especially with so many tv show impressions in the back of my mind.
And on another note, not a sweet sounding as a Randy Newman song, but still great, what the Kerney, you've gone the way of my brother's live journal. And by that I mean I'm tired of you not updating your shit. Computer or not, get it done. I know you have some important thoughts to share with everyone. Thanks in advance.

Ultra Cred....sort of

With all this free time on my hands I've been researching some American pop culture. This time around I narrowed my focus to tv shows I watched as a teenager, mainly Nickelodeon's Salute Your Shorts. I came across this tidbit of information that kind of blew my mind, in a small way. Remember Bobby Budnick, the extremely red- haired rocker type kid, well he actually played in a band. Not just just any band, but one with a helluva shitty name and some actual legit players ie; Steve Vai and Brooks Wackerman. Kind of not what I expected to find. Take a look for yourself and here, it's interesting for a least two minutes, about the time it took me to write this, and now I'm over it and can put this little gem of knowledge away until I need to impress someone by busting out the name Bad4Good.

HuMMM.

HUM on a Cadillac commercial, I never thought I'd see the day.
Wicked Shit

After looking online at other people's blogs all day I figured it was time I updated mine.
Currently I'm back in Nashville, and to be honest, I'm not all that stoked on being back. It could be because of my hellish trip here (missed my flight, airline lost my bags, ipod died, Arabian prince getting women all hot and bothered in front of me) or it could be my dead car battery, my car key being lost by someone or it just could be that I'm not as adjusted to this place as I originally thought. On the plus side, I have my own kitchen again so I'm able to cook for myself once again. I wish time would go by faster and tour would start in a couple of days.
Superdrag will be reuniting for a few shows, and I get to see one of them, should be great.
Bruce Sprinsteen's new album is pretty good, except it's called MAGIC. what the hell is that about? If I went off album titles alone, which I do on occasion, I would never have listened to this one.

hey, you know what's sweet, getting robbed at gun point while you're walking home, IN YOUR OWN FUCKING TOWN..Awesome, screw this place. If I ever see those guys again, I think might, honestly, actually, murder them. Now that I think about it their guns probably weren't real, but what is a cell phone and eighty bucks really worth, my life? Not really. so until I find my phone again or get a new one, just don't try and call me, because some asshole might pick up and act like me. At least I got to keep my wallet and Id, nice fucking dude's, I'm more pissed off than I can even explain, so that's why I'm writing right now, because I sure as hell can't call anyone. FUCK.

Tv.

With all this time off I should be writing a whole helluva lot more, but my brain has seemed to shut off due to the little amount of thinking it's been doing, or not doing. I have been taking in a lot of knowledge from my new best friend, TV. We hang out a lot, stay up late at night together and just comfort each other. It's pretty nice. One thing TV has taught me is how to cook lots of things, via the Food Channel. Another thing I learned is obesity is "the number one, secondary case of death in the United States", courtesy of this man.

It kind of sounds like an excuse to me, but maybe he was born like that. TV is getting annoyed that I'm not spending enough time paying attention to it.