Two Words: Van Damme (Or I Finally Have Internet)

In lieu of going out last, some friends and I watched two (that's right, TWO) Jean-Claude Van Damme films. The first, a John Woo creation, entitled Hard Target is truly a large pile of dog shit. It takes place in New Orleans in the very, very early '90s and has a lot to do with hunting homeless veterans for sport. It ends up with Van Damme's character's uncle, played by Wilford Brimley ("I have diabetes, and horses!") shooting a bunch of people and moonshine with arrows that subsequently explode and trigger off a shitload of dynamite. Then Brimley makes shitty alcoholic jokes about moonshine in a terrible French accent which I believe was supposed to be a Cajun/Creole accent. The film surprisingly grossed a total of $32.5 mil at the box office in the US, which proves that people in the early '90s knew jack-shit about everything from music (Paula Abdul) and films (Jean-Claude Van Damme). Needless to say, it was fucking awesome. Check it.

The next award-winning Van Damme masterpiece was 1995's Sudden Death. This action/sports/family/fucked-up piece of cinema stars Van Damme as a fireman-come-headcase-come-security guard for the Pittsburgh Penguins. It is by far the most exciting event in sports ever conceived. Van Damme, a former minor-league goalie in Canada, is working the security for Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals. He picks up his 7 year-old daughter and 11 year-old son from their mother's house and gives them two tickets to the game (plot bolsterer). The importance of security at this game is crucial. Why? Because the Vice-President is attending the game (further plot development). Obviously, terrorists infiltrate the arena and take the VP hostage. It's up to Van Damme to stop these scoundrels from taking frozen accounts and transferring them into their own. Certainly there are about thirty predictable plot twists throughout this debacle. All that I can say is that Van Damme kills about thirty or more people, saves a goal in overtime and crashes a helicopter. The game directly coincides with the transfer of funds because (spoiler) if they don't transfer an account per period they execute a hostage and if they don't get all of the money by the end of the game, they blow up the stadium (with what? C4 of course). Therefore, at one point the action goes down to the last second, as predicted. The children in this film are doomed to a life of therapy and behavioral issues. It's worth seeing for the incredibly horrible one-liners, exaggerated deaths (the last one is especially fucking good) and utter ridiculousness.

So to keep things interesting we drank to these classics. A drink for every great one-liner, that's pretty much all the dialogue. A drink for every round-house kick (that's all that Van Damme does, round-house kicks everything). A drink for anything exploding. You get the picture.

Pick these ones up, they're so damn good.

Other than that, not much else is new. Made some fresh scallops I picked up from the International District, they're pan-seared with bacon. Wish you guys could be here to share them, here's a pic of them:

Whiplash (in more ways than one)

Whiplash, the world's "toughest cowboy" is, in fact, a monkey. Apparently, Portland is outraged that the date in which Whiplash's rodeo comes to town will include everything except Whiplash. He's not coming. The world is ending.

http://blogtown.portlandmercury.com/blogs/BlogtownPDX/
The article is glorious.

Holy fuck this is going to be a-mazing. If you wear purple you get special discounts. A free lapdance, perhaps?

I Thought I'd Reached The End of The Internet, But Then I Found This, And I Can't NOT Share It With You.

Even though I'm sure you've all already seen it. Because I find it hard to believe that I am the only one here (in this imaginary space that is URFCKD) who checks NOTCOT. But all the same.

Behold! The most awesomely fucked up thing I've found on the internet in a while: The Tenga Egg!



Why is The Tenga Egg the most awesomely fucked up thing I've found on the internet in a while?

The Tenga Egg is hollow. And you see how the different packages have different patterns? The inside of the 'eggs' have corresponding... um... textures.

Why on earth would you texturize the inside of a silicone egg, you ask?

You shouldn't have to ask. You should have figured this out by now.

I totally want to mock this. Or the KJ-San Model ("The Future of Masturbation!"), which is cross-sectioned below.

But I can't. Because if I make fun of The Egg or the KJ-San, I'd have to mock all sex toys. And I don't think I'm ready to do that.



Yeah. Buy all of it here (if you can read Chinese. Or Mandarin. Or Cantonese. Or whatever.)

Dios Mio!

ahem.
SO Dallas made me realize something...

(and this is a bit of a rant, but I consider it a healthy purging of feelings)

I'm not the only one who is going insane with boredom. No job, no friends, no money, no heat, and every day I wake up and wish it was tomorrow. And I've been doing this for two months.. I'm a prisoner in my own house, a microcosm of sleep and tea, and weed and wine, which would be fine if it wasn't just me all the time. It's just me in my head every goddamn day. I'm the annoying friend I can't avoid. Cabin fever is one that can't just be cured with more cowbell (at least I've still got that razor sharp wit, eh?). I think maybe I thought moving was going to fix everything. (Well to be fair I don't have any of my old problems...just a whole bunch of new ones.) Or maybe writing a blog including the few photos Ive taken in the last 2 months so that it looks like I'm living the big city life and I am out doing lots of exciting exciting things.

Did you guys see the Amityville Horror when Ryan Reynolds feels crappy when he's at home and then the second they leave he feels better? It's kind of like that, except with less wood splitting and six packs. But I digress.


Smash, bless her heart, works her ass off and and I do is sleep and curl my hair. We barely ever see eachother anymore. I've quite had enough of this, but getting a job has its share of hoops to jump through. I keep thinking that next week I'll be able to start working. But thats turned into two weeks. and then two turns into three.

If it wasn't for Tuna I might be out of my skull. I figure if I'm talking to an animal, it's better than talking to myself.


My only other friend here has thrown me under the bus and fed me to the wolves. After everything I've done for him and everything he preached to me it turns out I was worth nothing. Would a friend sell you out to make themselves look better? Would a friend rub your nose into something youve already apologized and admitted you fucked up about? And they told you not to worry about it? Fuck that. I don't deserve that.

So now I've got an extra murder city devils ticket I guess.

So FUCK IT. I'm going to paint and take walks and make new friends and even though I don't have any money I'm going to have A GOOD TIME. Because I'm sick of this, and sick of putting faith and trust into people who don't deserve to have me as a friend. Because I'm a GOOD PERSON. And I forgot that for a while.

Thanks for being my friends. Even though you are all far away and I can't hug anyone right now, I want everyone to know that I love all y'all.

And Dallas, I'm with you on this one. It won't be like this forever.

Oh My God...

... I am so bored and there is nothing to do while I sit on my hands and wait for prospective employers to call me back except play the damn Wii and read damn books and watch (super) damn TV and, before I ran out of money, drive around smoking (but now I don't have enough money for gas, so that's out) and I've hit the end of the internet at least five times this week and I don't know anyone in Billings anymore and I don't think I can handle it, it's like, cabin fever or something, and I'm goinginsanegoinginsanegoinginsane.


If this keeps up, I may be forced to actually write. Just to break up the monotony. May be...

hip to this.

in response to ben's post forever ago, here are two of my favorite new music videos from the last month or so......

watch and enjoy......

nobunny...(one of my new favorite bands)

king khan and bbq show...(puppets need i say more?)

pabst- yr favorite virtual beer

Things you might want to know about your favorite hip beer.  

1.  Since InBev bought Budweiser, Pabst is now the largest American-owned brewing company, despite only holding a three percent market share in the US.   Hip gone mainstream, but don't worry, most of the Jennifers are still drinking Bud Light.

(So what happened to everyone else?  Well its the same old corporate story.  Molson bought Coors, and formed the aptly named, Coors Molson which in 2007 merged with Miller to form Miller Coors, which sounds American is actually mostly owned by those pesky Canadians.  Miller used to be number two in the US, in sales and sixe.  All the other companies got bought out by each other).

2. Pabst doesn't operate any breweries anymore.  They outsource all the brewing of all their beer brands to Millers vast network of factories around the country.  So in fact your hip can of Pabst is more a cousin to Miller Lite than you ever thought.

3.  Pabst owns the following beers: Olympia, Milwaukee's Best, Rainer, Schlitz and Old Style.  So basically whatever hip blue collar can of beer you choose to drink, its owned by Pabst, the new "man" in American brewing.  This is especially sad for me to discover, not because I love Pabst, but because Old Style is one of my favorite beers, and it's the favored low budget beer of Chicago.

4.  Pabst markets its dive beers insidiously because it knows you're too discerning to choose a beer based on television commercials.  Around 2000, Pabst almost fell off the map because its sales were so low.  Guess what?  It starts buying ads in alternative weekly papers and sponsoring indie rock shows, and it's all of a sudden the largest American brewery left standing.  Huh, I guess the hipsters won, right?

So I guess in conclusion, things are not as they seem.   I guess that's just how things work these days.  I won't stop drinking Old Style, that is for sure.

I Love You More Than "Zelda: Ocarina of Time."

I stumbled across this site the other day, and it's been consuming all of my free time (read: all of my time) since. It's interesting to me to see how other people gauge their love...



(Note: I did not submit any of these.)

soul party

So being in Chicago means some of the best record shopping ever.  In fact record and thrift store shopping have been occupying much of Amanda and I's free time.  I took Ben out a few times, and he was of course impressed.  But this weekend I found a couple more lil under-shopped vinyl gold mines.  

This one Salvation Army on the west side of the city netted me 11 super hard to find soul and funk 45s from the 60s and 70s.  All for 50 cents a piece.  Holy fuck, you'd think the hipsters would be all over this shit, but I guess they don't venture into the poor neighborhoods.

James Brown, Rick James, Parliament, the JBs, Herbie Hancock, Sly and the Family Stone, just to name a few.  Needless to say, I'm ready to fly out and DJ your next party.  Just let me know.

(UPDATE: don't you hate when you link images on the web, and then they disappear.  i couldn't find another 45 graphic on the internet that i like, so this will suffice.  i might just have to start taking all my own photos, that way they won't vanish...)

I Suck This Much (or: Neumo's Thinks I'm A Huge Nerd)

I'm the first on the list with a +1 for Fugiya & Miyagi at Neumos. I'm wondering if anyone else is gonna show up for it. If anyone is gonna be in Seattle on March 7th and wants to go let me know.

UPDATE: Tony will (and has to) be going with me to this show.

My Heart Belongs To PDX

Now that I've had some time to reflect, and have actually taken some photos, I wanted to share my wonderful world of Portland with you all.

I finally got to the zoo.

Dallas, that one's for you.


These two were unreal. It's crazy looking at an animal with a more distinct personality than some people I've met.

I know squirrels arent technically part of the zoo, but this one ran in front of us and then screamed. He was a keeper.


I grew some balls and tattooed myself. Shit sucked but the tattoo turned out great. I'll post a picture when it heals.


It was a practice round for tattooing my partner in crime, Justin.


Grandma polishing the rifle, something his sister drew for him.


He cooked me brunch to say thanks. Amazing.


Bakin' pies for dinner parties! Motherfucking Betty Crocker!


Cache's doppelganger on the left.

We all went to My Bloody Valentine in 3D afterwards. Its a fucking trip. Super cheesy flick but the 3D is totally b.a.n.a.n.a.s.

Speaking of Valentines Day...this is what I will be doing that night.


Top Ten Things I Love About Portland
1. Dinner parties
2. Good food everywhere. Missoula could take some notes.
3. Government aid system is amazing! Planned Parenthood gave me a years supply of the Pill plus about 40 condoms and 2 Plan B pills for FREE. And I qualify for Food Stamps so they give you almost $200 a month for food. Sometimes being unemployed for a bit isnt terrible. At least I know there's no way in hell I'll ever get knocked up and hungry.
4. There are about 8 bars that could be my regular bar.
5. The Mercury (weekly independent newspaper with a killer sense of humor)
6. Everytime I go out I always run into someone I know. Which is weird when you have never lived here.
7. Not having to pump my own gas. I've gotten used to it and it's kind of nice.
8. ART. EVERYWHERE.
9. MUSIC. EVERYWHERE.
10. Everyone I meet wants a tattoo. Thank Baby Jesus I'll be working at a shop soon.

Miss you guys. Hope you're all doing great in your respective cities.

"Uh Huh, My Parent's Are Dead" (Not Really)

I'm having a hard time deciding what I like about this skit the most.

More From the Remix Chapter

So I thought I would contribute to the auto-tune craze. Created with a bit of ATL flavor. This was especially made with Mr Markley in mind.

One Little Monkey Jumping on The Bed...

I am now the last one standing. Rather, I am the sole contributor to this blog who still resides in fair MSLA. True, I still have some wonderful friends here, but it is quite odd to have an entire group of very close friends leave. I'll provide all of you with a brief update:

1. I got a new apartment. More accurately, I have a verbal agreement with a private landlord that I may live in one of his apartments starting some time this week. It is at 3rd and Hazel, across the street from Ben's old place, in the same building that Travis Levy lives in, and across the alley from Mike and Chris. I didn't have to sign anything, he doesn't really care when I pay him, and he didn't even know my full name until after he agreed to rent me the apartment, which I could easily have lied about and he would be none the wiser. Oh, and it has a washer and dryer.

2. I am getting a dog this week. His name is Benny, I'm adopting him from The Pussy Shop. He's one year old, a little needy, a little anxious, but he's sweet as hell. He is a pit bull, chocolate lab cross which is a little nerve racking because Montana is currently deciding whether it will impose a ban on pit bulls and pit bull crosses. Thankfully, my veterinarian has already agreed to change his papers so that he's listed simply as a lab cross.

3. I recently went on a date with a female coworker of mine. The date was uneventful as I was tired as hell, but I have since come to find out that she is basically crazy. She has taken to eating my food at work and sitting on my lap when I'm at my desk. Much to my jubilation, my boss told me on Friday that she was going to be fired. Alas, I arrived at work this morning and found that the deed had not been done. Carly and Christina aptly deemed her "Swiss Miss", as she is a dual citizen of the US and Switzerland.

And here I might rant a bit:

I've been met with a great deal of negativity about MSLA lately, which is understandable, but I must say, being virtually alone in this town makes me appreciate it quite a bit more. When you're able to exist in near anonymity, it really isn't a bad place, and it makes you appreciate more the times when you do run in to people. This town is not corrupt, it is really quite beautiful, but we somehow seem to eat ourselves alive here. It is easy to become complacent here, to fall into a rut, to take the easiest path, but that does not speak to the character of this town, but to the character of ourselves. So if you've left this town, try to remember the positive aspects instead of obsessing over the negative, because I'm tired of hearing it, Eric. (Some might insert an emoticon here.)

Love you kids.

top 10 reasons I love Chicago despite being ass cold and uber snowy

1.  Chicago Public Radio

2.  Being able to see any band that is on tour

3.  Riding the L to work, or home after drinking heavily

4.  Art Museums

5.  Reading Vice and the Onion for free, and not on the Web

6.  Restaurants of every variety, such as Peruvian and Pakistani, within blocks of my apartment.

7.  Thrift stores that are even more amazing than anywhere else in the country

8.  Record stores that drive me crazy how many good records they have

9.  Living three blocks away from Lake Michigan

10. Having choices and opportunities around every corner that just do not exist in towns with less than a million people.

which is to say, I'm glad I moved.  I never was a small town person in the first place.

(ps.  this is for Aaron Young, who wanted to know how everyone's new city was treating them.)

Bangin' for Christ

Down with the crunk? Best get some Jesus in your trunk.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5WLdvVEkpw&feature=PlayList&p=31A02920A81D8BC1&playnext=1&index=27

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwGNcYkt_jo&feature=PlayList&p=931A3F59FD054DCA&playnext=1&index=11

the only thing better than these videos might be the comments.

And With This Statement...

... He wins:

This place [The Golden Rose/Badlander/Savoy] is like Walmart. No, seriously: if you ever want to recreate this in Billings, we could just take a six pack to Walmart and walk around.

-My brother Austin, upon experiencing The Complex for the first time.

The Wire (or: How I Gladly Lost Three Weeks Of My Life To A Television Series)

Does anyone else miss The Wire as much as I do? There really are no more drama television series for me to follow. What the hell contemporary pop-culture?

Under the Ocean.

Since I know that at least 1/5 of the contributers to this blog like marine life, here's a picture I found via The New York Times:



They're sea squirts. And they look like hearts. And they're pretty...

So, I Lied.

I know I said I don't make New Year's resolutions, but I've changed my mind. The other day Ryan and I were perusing PostSecret's latest offering, and saw the following confession:



Upon reading it, we both kind of sighed and said, "Word." I can't speak for Ryan, but I can speak for myself when I say, somewhere along the line, reading--which I love, which used to be my favorite past time--has become something of a chore. I'm just too tired, too brain-dead, too fucking apathetic to open a book. I'm too distracted, too preoccupied to spend the requisite time in bookstores, trying to find something I think could engage my interest for a day or two (which is about how long it takes me to finish a three hundred page novel).

And I feel like less of a person as a result.

So, I'm going to join Ryan in deciding that my new New Year's resolution is to find the time to read more. Fortunately, I spent six hours today locked out of the house where I'm staying. This is fortunate because the house where I'm staying is five blocks away from The Book Exchange, which means, for lack of anywhere else to go, I was forced to hang out and read. I read "Hairstyles of the Damned" this afternoon, and found a copy of "The Cloud Atlas" for a dollar (which is exciting, because that is exactly 1/120th of the amount I ended up paying in late fees when I borrowed it from the Mansfield Library after I lost it before I could read it.)

Hopefully, this will make me feel like a real-live human girl again.

What Are We Running Away From?

The fifth is the best.

Sticks and Stones

Words can hurt, after all. But they make an even longer lasting impression if they're stitched.

You Better Promise, or I'll Make You Drink the Kool-Aid.

I don't do New Years' resolutions. I wait until June, assess the year and its progress (and my progress) and make mid-year resolutions. This gives me enough time to turn shit around, but there's no *immediate* pressure to change. So, I'll post my resolutions in June.

That said, I have a life resolution for all of us:

Let's never be those people who sit in Flippers (or the equivalent of Flippers) and talk about the "wonders of modern technology". Specifically, let's never be those old guys drinking wine and smoking fucking nasty-ass cigars, talking about how we didn't know that Johnny Cash sang "Walk The Line" until our kids downloaded it onto their Zunes or iPods, and isn't that Limewire neat?

Can we all agree to that?

Thanks.

Radiowaves Can Be Annoying (or: I Don't Care About Afghanistan While I'm Trying To Record)

Not to take away from Ryan's very important post (you should read it), but I have an issue: I'm working on a Jay-Z remix right now. Rather than tracking the bass through a synth or through software (Reason or the like), I decided to go the route of picking up my bass guitar for the first time in years and laying down a line. First of all, it sounds very slappy and not terribly clean, if anyone knows how to assuage this let me know. I tried to fix this by running it through my MoogerFooger Low Pass Filter (I understand that this sounds counter-intuitive but there is a way of inverting it to a high pass). After I plugged it in, I heard a very common voice: that of NPR's world exploration program. Why on God's Earth is my MoogerFooger picking up NPR?!

So This Is The New... Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, We Get It.

Blogger (or maybe God...) apparently never wants me to post again. This is the third time I've attempted to write this entry and hopefully it will be the last. The first draft was a little too much of a personal blog for me to feel comfortable posting it, so I saved it as a draft, which didn't actually save. Then, I reworked the first draft into a less rambling, more relevant second draft that blogger decided didn't need to be posted, or saved as a draft. So here I am, third time's the charm. This is in the vein of resolutions. Here we go...

New job. Soon, a new apartment. I feel like 2009, as opposed to 2008, is going to be a year for restructuring. For once in my life I'm going to focus on taking care of myself, instead of spending the majority of my time trying to take care of those around me. Lonney told me, the night before he moved to Chicago, that I care far more for those around me than I do for myself, and it's undeniably true. I have always been the person who will rush to someone's side at any hour of the night, no matter what time it is, or when I have to be awake in the morning. I need to find some balance. I need to learn to be better at asking for help when I need it.

My second resolution comes from Christina. One of my greatest talents is rationalizing, over thinking, and calculating every move in my life. I honestly hate it. I am never spontaneous, or rash. I am always in control. I have never been one to act emotionally, and I have a hard time allowing myself to be vulnerable. Christina, for the last few months, has been encouraging me to follow my heart. The advice seems so simple, and it is. It makes so much sense. But it is somehow a huge hurdle for me.

Now, for the short list:

-  Read more.

-  Start exercising again.

-  Drastically cut back on the number of cigarettes I smoke. (I'm not going to say quit smoking, because that seems so cliche, but that really is what I mean to say.)

-  Be more open to the idea of making friends, i.e., stop being so much of an asshole.

Longer term goal:

-  Go back to school. I feel like my brain is wasting away.

Resolutions are for Suckers (pt. deux)

But I'm keeping them so far!

(operative words being "so far")

Your welcome.

Love, Betty Fucking Crocker.

New Years in NY...yeah kinda cliche, but equally awesome

So we left our shitty ass abode and went to that one place NY that I've heard so much about. We did a bunch of things and then rested and then did more things. It was, to say the least, a very good time. And it was good to see an old friend we all know and love. So heres some media things to complement the things I just spoke of:


Deer Hoof @ the Knitting Factory's last show (Its shitty quality, but hey, I filmed it myself):



Pics of bones and a certain famous (and haunted) hotel:

This Has To Be Really Cold (or: Frostbite Really Sucks)

new years restitution

Though my body and mind are still paying repentances from fines/penalties incurred during last week's shenanigans, a thought peeked through the fog this morning while reading yall's resolution rants: lets change the calendar around so that years end and begin in spring instead of winter. For those of us whose interior landscape is subject to manic oscillations, which seem to overlap all too well with the manic (yet more predictable) oscillations of the seasons, why not have new years eve fall during those glorious few weeks when waiting in lines or sitting in traffic doesn't seem so bad anymore, nor do the people we typically hate, and everyone pretty much just wants to fuck? It seems that it's usually the springtime when I construct the long list of ideals for my life that result in 90% dissapointment, but if the time to reflect on these failures and make new lists is spring, I think we might go a little easier on ourselves. Plus people who drink too much and passout in bushes won't get frostnip.
Anyhow, it means alot too be in touch (allbeit loose, and mostly via the internet) with yall, and I'm glad certain actions of mine from the year of which we do not speak have not reduced friendships to ashes. Love yas.

animal collective's new album

click here to download the new animal collective album "merriweather post pavillion"...i promise it's yr new favorite jam. 

Ode To Resolutions (or: The Memoirs of Robert Evans)

On the theme of resolutions (not New Year's, just how we wish to change), I'll continue to post with my resolutions for the myself:

1. Write a song a week for the next year (at least).
2. Learn another instrument (outside of my piano, guitar and bass).
3. Cease making mash-ups, no shit. And start doing remixes instead.
4. Much like Olivia, stop being a hopeless romantic. Honestly, I'm emo as shit when I behave like that.
5. Move out of Montana...oh wait.
6. Stand up for myself more often.
7. Read more often.
8. Eat healthier.
9. Stop drinking so much.
10. Enjoy the company of my friends more and never take them for granted.
11. Explore my world, chase my dreams, and be happy while I'm still young.

A friend gave me this book as I was leaving. The book made me happy, the gift made me sad.

Seattle and the New Year (or: This Is a Bag of Dandelions!)

REAL

Yes, Jack in Box really is as horrible as it sounds. I think I would rather eat a bag of Dandelions. Dick's is the greatest shit-faced drunk food, ever. And someone was shot and killed at Chop Suey the other night. My apartment is shaping up quite nicely. Ikea is the most insane place on the planet, I nearly lay down in one of the many beds in that maze and cried for hours. I haven't met my roommate yet. I'm beginning to wonder whether or not he truly exists or maybe he's just a legend and apparition known as Zach. It snowed three inches last night, then melted. Hmm...don't really know of much else that's going on. I'm driving down to PDX in a few weeks to visit some family and possibly some Koppas as well. I'm eagerly anticipating the arrival of my Nord Lead 2 and I'm gonna have to have Comcast come in and hook up me some cable internet for the iMac (for some reason I can connect to my neighbors' internet on the MacBook but fail to do so with the iMac, if anyone has any advice please let me know). That's all for now.

I Don't Believe in Resolutions

(Or how I'm justifying this year so far)

I don't think that it's right to pick one day a year when you tell yourself you'll change. Self improvement is a day-to-day struggle. When I woke up New Years Day I felt the same, only worse. It's just another day, the same you. Or I guess since this is from my p.o.v., the same me.

But if I don't write down the things I want to do in the near future somewhere, I don't see them getting done.

cross-stitch some more
finally finish learning how to play the guitar
tattoo up a storm
stop being such a hopeless romantic
treat myself like i deserve to be treated
and stop talking to my cat. I need some pdx friends.

if you can believe it i was just watching Jerry's Final Thought on the Springer show and I swear he spoke directly to me.
He said,
If you love somebody, it's hard to hear the word "no".
Love isn't about convincing someone to be with you, it's about not having to.
Love isn't an argument, it's a fact.

Thanks, Jerry. I'm working on it.

finally...the kid cudi album...

here it is for all of you.  download this right now.  it may be the best mixtape of 2009.  or at least the most anticipated.  i'm listening to it right now for the first time, so the verdict is still out.  

so hit this link right here if you want your own copy.

it's not the album which is still pending for march 09, but it's close.  definitely more hip than kanye's new synth fest.... but maybe that's because mr west is too full of himself, and cudi knows how to use a keyboard.

postscript.....just remember you got it here first.  

urfckd is the best blog out there.  

fuck all the rest of those wannabes.

our reatarded new years

new year's eve with jay reatard.  fucking awesome.  

we got drunk on old style and rode the L around town for free, and saw one of our favorite indie bands ever at party sponsored by the onion.   

thank you chicago. 

and by the way, the empty bottle is one of the best venues around.  cheap drinks and a rock n roll cat that hangs out during shows....yep much better than some bars...

Seattle Thus Far (Or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love the City)

This move is perhaps the best decision I've ever made, period. It's been less than 24 hours here and already I'm feeling great about the city. My apartment is incredibly nice and the view of the Cascades and Mount Rainier is unbelievable, I cannot even begin to describe it. I'll be posting photos really soon. I miss my friends back home and wish that they could all be here. I'll be owning this town very soon.

312 bitches.....

amanda and i got new phone numbers, so please facebook or myspace me if i haven't already texted the numbers to you.  i want you all to keep in touch.  

but since this is a public blog, the numbers will not surface here.  my old number made it into the missoula independent way too many times on accident to want to repeat that mistake.  

love,

jon and amanda.

ps.  dallas facebook yr number my way, i seem to have misplaced it.

A Great Way to Start the Year (Fuck All Y'all)

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Effective New Years Day is the city-wide smoking ban in Portland.

THANK FUCKING GOD.

And fuck all you guys. My days of the second-hand black lung are over.

Lots 'o love and happy new year!

2009.

As Eric said: Let's make this one count.

Last Day In Missoula...Is Going To Be Too Long

Just like the meek will inherit the Earth, some will forever reside in Missoula...I'm not one of those.