Are you ready for some change?

I hate to be the bearer of perceived bad news. But because everyone I talk to thinks that Barack Hussein Obama is going to change their lives, I must deliver some. Basically everyone I know voted for him. And I can totally understand being passionate about your candidate. But when I hear the aspirations and beliefs of devout Obama followers, and see that just drank the poisoned Jones town kool-aid look in their eye, I want to slap them. But I'm not a slapper, I'm a blogger.

You honestly think you voted for change. And I cannot for one second hate on that. You really think that you helped yourself and your country. And that is an admirable quality. To bestow your hopes and dreams into yet another politician is what I don't understand though.

I seem to remember another president elect that was suppose to change America, reform Washington and leave no child behind. His compassionate conservatism and executive experience were destined to lead us into the new frontier and make us a bolder better country than we had ever been before. What was his name again? George W. something.

You were standing there at the rally pledging your allegiance and shouting those three little words yes we can. And it was this big swirl of emotions and deep feelings and tears. Did anyone stop and ask the important question? Can we? Can we really bring about the social reformation that we all deserve? I doubt it.

I'm sorry but I seriously doubt it. Every election cycle we basically elect the same government. The faces change, and so do the issues. But the greed, power, and bureaucracy still exists. And I don't for one second think that America has changed at all. It still smells like a rat. It still looks like a rat. So it must be America.

Let us not forget that Barack Obama is a politician. And beyond that he belongs to a political party. You didn't vote for change. You voted for a Democrat. A Democrat who exists within a political system that is only interested in self preservation.

As long as we keep electing these life long politicians to elected office we will never rid ourselves of the problem. I'm fearful that you're expecting a new America, and all we're going to get is a fresh coat of paint. When what we really need is a brand new house.

Do you even know what kind of change you want? Change is such an ambiguous term.



I'm not all gloom and doom. I want the new president to succeed. I hope he is the man that you really thought you voted for. In fact I have high hopes. I presume innocence like a good citizen is supposed to.

I think it's important to know what kind of change you want though. Most Obama supporters who voted so fervently for it, don't have an answer to this question. Here are some changes that I want.

1) A return to the gold standard of monetary policy, as dictated by the supreme law of the land, the U.S. Constitution.

2) An end to entitlement programs such as Welfare, Medicare, Medicaid, and the Department of Education.

3) A return to Free Trade policies.

4) The disbandment of the Federal Reserve System.

5) The abolition of the 16th Amendment to the US Constitution, the Income Tax amendment. As it was never legally ratified, and is unconstitutional because it is an un-apportioned tax.

I don't know if the changes I listed above would fix America. But I didn't claim they would. Those would be real changes though.

I will let Barack Obama take office and put things in motion before I judge his Presidency. I will give the alleged changes a fair amount of time to work. But so far the only changes I see on the horizon are the following.

1) The color of the skin of the president.

2) A $1,000 tax cut for couples, and a $500 dollar tax cut for individuals. However because an income tax in the first place is unconstitutional this change is mute.

3) Some minor tweaks in health care.

4) Talking to Iran.

Did I miss anything?

I do sincerely wish you the best Mr. President Elect. Our country is broken. Would you please fix it? We don't need band-aids anymore. We need drastic surgery. And I'm concerned that the status-quot will win because of greed, money and corrupt able power....just like it always does.

Help me people!

It's a new year. So I thought I'd change the look up here. Before I go changing anything else, I need to ask you some questions.

Why do you read this blog?

Was I doing something in the past, that I have now stopped doing that you would like to see more of?

I hoped to start this site so that my friends would have something to look at when they were bored. But I feel it has drastically been evolving. Help me construct this site into what it should or could be.

I think a good start would be a name for the site. "Lately I've been Thinking..." was just something I put in without any thought a long time ago. What should the name of this blog be?

My audience has been steadily growing and expanding. I now have recurrent readers from Australia, China and Canada.

What can I do in the future to keep you coming back?

I've been thinking about splitting up the content of this blog into a more organized structure. Perhaps moving all of my politically minded and esoteric posts on one venue, and having another one for the more mainstream posts.

I understand that not everyone wants to read about the Federal Reserve System, and International Bankers when they've only got a few minutes of time to zip in. It must be a real turn off when you come on this site looking for my latest herpes joke and I've got you watching videos about why God doesn't exist.

I've also been thinking about doing some audio blogs. Taking some of my most popular posts from the past and turning them into an audio format. It might blow chunks, but it may be very entertaining. Because your internal reading voice might use different key words than I would. It might make some of the jokes or wordplay more colorful. Then again it may just inflate my ego.

Thanks for making my first 8 months on blogspot.com a real success. I'm looking forward to really delivering for you the reader in 2009.

Thanks for coming back.

Why I don't believe in god.

In the future when people ask me why I don't believe in god, I'm going to refer them to this video. I've been doing research along these same lines for years. But here you go. Make sure to watch all three parts. I am not posting this to make you question your own religious beliefs but so that you will understand them in the context of secular logic. I understand that faith is a serious hatchet to bury. I once like you, did believe in God. After knowing what I now know, I can no longer do that. I would never judge someone for having faith in something though. Faith is a fantastic human trait that you should wear on your sleeve. With that in mind, here's why I don't believe in God, and especially Jesus.

After realizing that my own faith in god stemmed only from a fear of hell, it was easy for me to stop believing. I would seriously love to discuss this with any/everyone.

A very useless product.

I love when I'm up late at night watching television, and I see a commercial like this one.



Listen to the marketing points for the Snuggie:



-Blankets can slip and slide!
-Use your hands!
-Use the remote!
-Use your laptop!
-Enjoy a snack!

Who was having these issues? Who was like... "If only there was a better way!" I'm very fond of using a blanket on the couch, and I've never once thought to myself that it was inconvenient. It's really easy to read a book while using my blanket. This product is useless. They make it seem like you couldn't enjoy a snack without one. Classic.

I don't know if this next one is real or not, but it's funny stuff.

Doing the Ipod Scuttle and how does myspace know who I know?

Myspace.com the international phenomenon and scourge of the earth now has a feature called "people you may know." Which is a direct rip off from facebook.com. But my facebook account is only 1 friend deep. I never use it. My Myspace account is a little deeper. And when I click on "people you may know." I know all of them. There are like 50-60 people there who I know. I don't may know them, I absolutely know them. I'm just not friends with these people on Myspace. How does Myspace know who I know? It's convenient but scary.

I got an Ipod Shuffle today. It's the first product I've ever owned from Apple. And I'm really impressed. I'm impressed with the fact that with just the click of a button it is automatically filled up. I am not however impressed that the product was assembled in China. I think it's going to change my life. I'm going to be able to patch it into the sound board at work when I'm working. It's going to make me jog around the park, I just know it.

Its got this neat little clip on it, and it really holds up well. It took a little mustard to get it off of my sweater today. I was testing to see how fragile the clip is, and it's not fragile at all. I was the one who was fragile.

I don't really like how it forces you to use the Itunes program. I've never been a big fan of that program. It took my computer about an hour to "import" all 15,000 of my mp3s. I wish it would just let me view the directory without using Itunes, but that's a marketing firm for you. I bet I could hack it, but it's not really a priority.

I know I'm so behind the times. I'm probably the last person to get an Ipod. You're probably reading this thinking to yourself... "welcome to the year 2004."

At work tonight while using the little tiny device, we started calling it a scuttle, and it sort of stuck. So now it's called the Ipod Scuttle. :)

I got a raise. I got a 7% raise. Which in this economy is huge. I still make slightly more than a homeless person, but it's getting better. I think I'm going to have to relocate to advance with this company. Which is kind of exciting, because I could use a new scene. But it's kind of scary because while I'm not thriving in Sacramento, I am nice and safe here.

Every time when I think about moving, I think about all of these reasons not to do it. But honestly the more I process it, it's not that bad of an idea. My company is world wide. I could move to any state I wanted to. I've really just got to make a decision and go for it. And be open to it, and jump off the cliff and fall.

I want to move somewhere where they do a lot of lighting. Corporate lighting, stage and theater lighting and everything else. Every time I get my hands on an opportunity with some lights and some creative license I come through huge.

I wish someone like a really good friend, or one of my parents, or one of my mentors would just tell me where to go. That would make it so much easier. Then there would be a reason to pick a place.

It's going to be so weird being the boss. I guess it's all pretty weird anyway. Putting on these suits and ties everyday, and coming back. So if it's going to be weird, and I'm going to be doing it anyway I might as well go ahead and get paid.

That's enough rambling for one night. I haven't written a funny blog in a while have I? It's coming soon I can feel it in my funny bones.

Profit, and Scarcity

My new found zeal for economic discussion stems not from a sense of patriotism but a sense of dispossession of my own inherent value. This mercantile monetary system that rules the globe did not come about overnight. It has been passed generation by generation over the ages through deceit deception and disorder. My own intrinsic interest in the cosmos and generation of the galaxy guides my logic to understand that everything and everyone is inter-connected. We all came from the stars, and we're all here. That should mean something.

So when I discuss the theft of my own value, I symbiotically address the value of existence. Religion, money, institutions and self worth de-value the world and existence. The world could be full of unconditional love if the weight of these conditions and their determination to preserve themselves were lifted from our reality.

But instead of being able to have full possession of our own time, we are enslaved by these apocalyptic horsemen to our own demise. We are devoid of a truer human existence and are forced into sheepdom by these irrelevant forces.

The universe is emergent. That is to say that it is constantly changing and expanding. As we are all part of the universe should we not be emergent as well? Instead we are forced into a static existence. Instead we are taught to chisel away at others, compete against them in the work place, and in the most extreme cases hate and damage them. Because we were given a name, taught how to be humanistic and infused with a belief system all by the age of 4.

The maximization of profits is the manifesto of any monetary system. To sustain the enterprise and value the enterprise over all other commodities either inanimate, automated or human.

This is the main reason why all financial systems fail. Because to maximize profitability you have to suppress abundance and productivity.

When you let profits rule judgments you get scarcity. It's that simple. There is no happy medium. That's not what the enterprise wants. It doesn't want a happy medium, it wants maximum profits.

The more goods and services there are, the less profit is made. That's a basic economic principle. You can learn that in any high school economics class. The more scarce something is the more profitable it is. So what benefit would there be in finding better ways to produce these things? There wouldn't unless it would increase profits. So instead of investing in technologies that make their products better they invest in those that automate the current process. Because a machine will work forever for free. Where as a slave er I mean man will not.

So you would think that corporations would strive to find better ways to make products, and better ways to engineer them. But instead they spend most of their time figuring out how to make their product more scarce. Diamond mines burn diamonds. Lumber companies don't plant as many trees, gasoline companies don't refine as much fuel as they did last year.

And everyone just accepts it. And it's really easy to accept the world as it is. There are a lot of great things about the current world. Route 44 Cherry Lime Aids, Roller Coasters, Race Cars, and Super Sonic Jets to name a few. But it's a tad scary to even imagine the un-corrupt un-inhibited world that we have been robbed of. The one where equality and un-division rule not because they're powerful but because they are the emergent ways to exist.

Maybe in that world, I could grow a beard.

Alex Jones Zeitgeist together at last

This is Alex Jones reviewing clips from Zeitgeist Addendum which is not a movie he made. Alex Jones has been fighting the war against International Bankers for decades. I don't believe in all of his theories, but he's a pretty even keel conspiracy theorist when you compare him to the likes of David Icke.

What I want you to do, is watch this, and don't believe a word of it. Just sit back and take it in. Then if you're motivated I want you to go out and discover for yourself how International Bankers such as the Rothchilds run the world. My research in this area has lead me to believe that nobody really knows the real story.



For more info on Alex Jones visit http://infowars.com
For more information on Zeitgeist Addendum a great movie I recommed despite what Alex Jones thinks of it go buy it, or search for it on YouTube. I believe you can watch the entire movie on Youtube.com

For more information on International Bankers, and the Federal Reserve System there is a great movie called "The Money Masters" which is also availiable on Youtube.com

You can also look up the Federal Reserve Act of 1913, The Income Tax Amendment to the US Constitution of 1913, or the financial crisis of 1907.

The Federal Reserve System is neither federal, or a reserve system. It is a group of International Bankers that run the US economy, through enslavement of our financial system.

Write your congressman. Get some bullets. :) Have a nice day.

The Thanksgiving that never was and the beard that never could be...

I got the entire week surrounding Thanksgiving off and a few days after it. I think it's like 11 days off. Which I haven't had, since probably last Thanksgiving. I had a few invites for Turkey day with the family and a few with some friends, but I declined.

I envisioned this ten or so day period as a time to relax and recharge. I think I needed to get in touch with my self, and think about some things. Nobody was really surprised by my not wanting to come to Thanksgiving either. I guess they know me. I excel at isolation.

I decided that I wasn't going to think about anything, and I was going to grow a beard. I've never had one before. I have to shave at least 3 or 4 times a week for work, and I've been doing that for the past 3 years. So I figured by today that I would have at least a little beard.

But what I have is a non-beard. A nothing beard full of patches of little tiny hair that don't seem to be working together at all toward my goal. Here take a look.



Am I even going to live long enough to have a beard? My little brother can grow a Merlin the magician beard, why can't I?

Everyone says that not being able to grow facial hair is not really a problem. That most men would prefer it. I just want to know what I'd look like with some. Just one time.

I am thankful for a lot of things this year.

Stephan called me out of the blue, because for Thanksgiving one year we both celebrated it together in San Marcos. He called just to remind me of how much fun we had having a poor man's thanksgiving. For a couple of poor men, we put together a mighty feast, I even made the Turkey. I haven't talked to Stephan in over 5 years, I don't even know how he got my number, but he called just to tell me he was thinking of me. Which for him is a gigantic step toward normalcy.

Dustin called yesterday to remind me of when I went to his Thanksgiving. He says that all of his relatives still ask about me. I think he gets pretty sad around Thanksgiving, so I'm glad that he at least has some nice memories of the one we spent together in the past.

I am thankful for dancing. Which I recently just discovered, and discovered that I am really good at. I love dancing, and I'm comfortable with that. There I said it.

I am thankful for Earhart. Since February or so (?) we have become really really close. And for whatever reason that happened, I really appreciate it. I can't really put it into words, but I dig you! Thank god for guitar hero.

I am thankful for the music that I'm constantly playing with the Wheel Chairs for your ears project, and all of the open mic possibilities in the greater Sacramento area.

I am thankful that for being 28 I could be doing a lot worse. I get down on myself a lot because I don't have a Mercedes, or a girl friend, but I could be homeless or penniless. But I'm not, I'm just single and Mercede-less.

I am thankful for Dr. Proctor. Who I hope never stops calling me at 2am just to call me a pussy. I miss living with you bro.

I am thankful for Marc P and Cherise too. I've always thought of those two as my brother and sister who sleep together. We're like a little inbred family and I miss you guys and I'm coming to visit soon.

I am thankful for a ton of other things at this point in time too. Which don't come to my mind, but I'm surprised that my list was even this long. I reserve the right to augment this thankful list at any time I deem necessary.

And I'm thankful for dancing goofy in the bathroom....

Bankers Rule the Globe part 2

We exist in a Fiat money system. That is a money system that is based on notes of tender that are received purely on a promise to pay. A note of tender is money. It is borrowed from the Federal Reserve System a private corporation, by the United States Government. And that money is borrowed at an interest rate.

With the passing of the Federal Reserve Act in 1913 the first of these loans were granted to the United States Government by the Federal Reserve System. And in 1913 the Income Tax amendment was also passed by congress, to pay for the interest on this loan. That is what your Federal Income Tax goes toward, the interest on the money borrowed from the Federal Reserve System.

By its inherent design flaw the Federal Reserve System is the main cause for our national debt. If there were no debt, there would be no money. That’s all a note of tender is, a promise to pay.

Your federal income tax is not a legal one. There are a lot of reasons that the law itself is un-constitutional, but beyond that this amendment to the constitution was never ratified by three fourths or 38 of the States. There is no law, written anywhere that declares you have to pay one. Your income tax pays for the interest on all of the currency that has ever been printed or created by the Federal Reserve System.

It’s such a brilliant scam. We will never be able to repay our debt to the Federal Reserve System. The principle on our loan to them is all of the money in reality, but we still owe them interest! How is that even possible? We will forever and always be the banker’s slaves. We will always owe them. They have made it this way.

More to come on these bankers… stay tuned.

Bankers rule the globe

I’m so upset right now with monetary policy, that I thought I would take a brief moment of sarcastic delight. I need one to get my mind away from information that has come to me about the world’s banking system.

The world banking system is a topic that I’m sure I’ll get all heated about in another post or two. But for now I’d just like to imagine a world, of equality in its purest form. The antithesis of a world banking system, and how rediculious it would be. You see, I’m so frustrated about the rich getting richer and the poor getting extinct that I need some emotional leverage against my fondness to help my fellow man.

I demand a fair world out of a longing for a candid existence. Does that make me a hypocrite? So I probe my accusatory mind of the atrocities of a world banking system. The residual angst is: what would I fancy?

So I reckon take the wealth of the world and divide it equally among six billion seven hundred thirty five million four hundred eighty six thousand nine hundred and thirty eight of us, and what do you get?

You get a piece of toilet paper and a slice of bologna. They’re yours to do with as you please. Choose wisely. I’d go bologna then TP myself. But that’s just me. For some reason I can’t help but think I’m destined for a greater purpose.

I deserve more than you; is a phrase we can all get on board with. If polled 100% of people would say they deserved better than 75% of the people. So how do we get there?

What if everybody had a yacht? Wouldn’t that suck? It would. Why would you even use one if everybody had one?

“Hey do you want to go out on my yacht this weekend?”

“No, fuck yachts everyone has one.”

Would you go to your friend’s house with the Wii, if you had one? I doubt it. If everyone had a Wii would you play it? I doubt it.

If everybody didn’t have anything would nothing matter anymore? Would we all be so fucked in the head that we couldn’t talk about anything? If everybody was homeless would it matter anymore?

I think collectively we like it the way it is. And it really sucks to admit it. And if you haven't admitted it yet you really should. Because good like Adam and honest like Eve you're always going to ruin your fellow man. You would do it in an instant to eat for a day. We're not monkeys. We're scaly reptiles. Slithering through the life. Monkeys will pick insects off of each others backs. Reptiles eat others unhatched children.

Some people have shit.
Some people don’t.
Some people get shit.
Some people won’t.

We need the opposite of wealth, destitution to remind us of how rich we are and how far away poverty realistically is.

Granted I still think we’re all getting fucked, but because this is my sarcastic escape from Philanthropic pursuits….. I want a yacht. And I want my first yacht to be cool. And I want owning one to be cool. I want to be the captain and I want that to be cool. It’s only going to be cool, if other people don’t have one. So don’t get one. Because I’m insecure and confrontational, not only will I get a yacht. But I’ll make sure that when I do get one, I’ll have the lake to myself.

I don’t know how to end this though. I want a better life. That’s honest. And if the only real way to define one is through other people living a worse one so be it. I guess we all make that decision at some point. We sacrifice liberty to pay the debt on our soul. That Albatrostic obligation of being an individual. Free will and its price.

A free world, free from every outside copious force would exist with unlimited wants versus limited resources. Any world for that matter has limited resources. Never shall we all own a Wii.

What can I do? Really?

So last night while Barack is winning the election, I sneak outside for a smoke. As always there is a homeless person asking me for change. I really didn't have any to give. I checked all the usual places I would carry change and none was to be found.

This transient is a 50 year old white male, who could really use some help. I guess because I see so many homeless people in Sacramento, I know the difference. The difference between someone who is down on their luck, and someone who has been down on their luck forever.

But what can I do? I can offer him a cigarette. I'm always good for a cigarette. Once when I gave a homeless man a cigarette he said, "So you'll give me lung cancer, but you won't help me get a place to sleep tonight?" I took the cigarette back. I don't need that shit.

So the guy tonight takes my cigarette and lights it. I'm probably the first person who has actually stopped to talk with this guy in quite a while. We're all alone suddenly too. Which is kind of freaking me out. Is he going to try and take what I'm not going to give him? Is he going to find out if I really have any change or not? I always wonder this. I'm probably not careful enough. I'm a big guy, and I would smash a transient's homeless little face in if he ever tried something, but what if they had a knife, or homemade weapon?

So this guy takes the smoke, and he's talking about what he used to do. I think he was a chef, I wasn't really listening. Not until he started breaking my heart. I've never had it broken before. I guess it was the first time, I'd ever put myself in someone else's shoes.

I mean he's 50, he's not dead, speaks well, and worked his whole entire life. He's someone that I know right now, in 20 years. At least exactly like them; exactly like me.

I could see that he was just mad with himself. Completely bonkers about the entire thing. He had wrapped his mind around his situation about a thousand times that day, and several hundred past. What would you do if you were homeless? Stop and think about that one for a moment. You don't have any relatives, money or clean clothes. There's also not a self help book, and you couldn't afford one if there was. What would you do? You'd do everything. Anything. You'd have to, as long as you wanted to live that is. How long would that be though? The will to live would be constantly chipped away at moment after moment.

I tried to give him some advice, but nothing good came to mind. All I could tell him was that I had none of that either. I was all out of change, and I was all out of advice. A lot of good I was.

He just stood there talking to me. I couldn't pull myself away. Because I felt so guilty for the rather meek yet sheltered existence of my own. And because of that flaw I got to hear a most disturbing phrase.

He asked me if I had a gun.

"A what?" I say.

"A gun" This time I hear.

"No I don't have a gun." I was being honest. I didn't know where this was going. Does he have a gun?

"Damn... if you did I'd want you to shoot me in the head."

I know if you're reading this, and listening to Itunes that those are just words on a screen to you. They might even be comical for whatever reason, but tonight they were everything but. They were real, honest and arrogantly brave.

He told me that he was so sick of pan-handling and started to lose it. But then he did the most remarkable thing. He realized that I really was a good person who couldn't help him, and that it was actually troubling me. He caught himself out of the kindness of his heart, and didn't want to show me what being homeless has made him become. He was about to lash loudly and he spared me.

He got himself together, in an instant. It made him feel normal, pretending to be. Pretending is a luxury that people with homes don't even know they have. I saw it in his face. He felt good. He needed that. We parted ways. I've been to that moment about 500 times with other homeless people, and they just go ballistic. But this one, he was different. So I realized that he's a good man too. He's just like me, minus a shower. How many other good people are out there? How many people just like me are out there?

So I've been thinking, and thinking. I couldn't help that guy, but what about the next one? And I don't have any ground breaking ideas just yet. But they're coming. I know they are. I'm brilliant. And if anyone can save the homeless it's me.

Because today I learned there is one thing I will not stand for. And that is having my heart broken again.

Fuck you poverty you're about to be my bitch.

Anti Piracy Day

With the passing of Anti Piracy Day yesterday I feel that I must comment on peer to peer file sharing, Thepiratebay.org and the state of illegally downloading copyrighted material.

I'm typing this by the way on a computer that I bought and paid for. On an Internet connection that I pay for monthly, and on a Microsoft Operating System which I got from a friend two years ago who burned me a copy onto a DVD + R. Which he got from a friend who got it from an Internet site called RETESTRAK.com.

So I stole my operating system? Hardly. I paid for the same version I'm using, I'm just using a version that is tweaked, in a way that Microsoft doesn't want it to be. I like this version so much more that I don't use the one I paid for. And I feel that it is my choice as a consumer to be able to have multiple copies of things I've paid for. What if my original CD broke? Do you think Microsoft would replace it? I don't.

I do however have a 200 gigabyte hard drive, full of things I've never purchased. And I'm adding to it more and more weekly. I feel it is my patriotic duty to illegally download copyrighted materials and I'll tell you why.

The entertainment industry is a scam. It's possibly the largest most fraudulent industry ever. They get you to pay for the concert, they get you to buy a shirt at the concert, 3 beers, a lunch pale, and a parking voucher. And then later they release a CD of a "live" performance of that exact same show for another $15 bucks. Or they get you to come and see the movie, then the sequel, then all the prequels, but wait there's more. There's always more. At Christmas time they're re-releasing something you've already paid for 3 times, but this time Gredo is in a new mask.

Another reason that I illegally download copyrighted materials: monopolies are illegal. There is only one motion picture industry, one music industry. They all hide behind a number of aliases, which propagate the appearance of multiple companies, but they are all ran by a few larger companies. Think about it. There is no other competitive way to buy an album. You have to get it on a CD. You have to buy a movie on a DVD. That's where it is a monopoly. You are forced to believe that there is only one way to do something. And you're forced to believe this why? Because they're ripping us off.

Thepiratebay.org is the most popular peer to peer file sharing site on the planet. It is ran out of Sweden, and if you want the entire history you should go to that site, and type in "Steal this Movie" which is a documentary made by Thepiratebay.org themselves. Sweden is like the Delaware of Europe. The Swedish government does not deem it as illegal to share information.

That's really what happens when you peer to peer. I have a file that you want. And I share the information with you. You can use that information to make a CD, a DVD, or share with others.

Sites like Thepiratebay.org are actually a blessing to the entertainment industry as a whole. They are just not smart enough to realize this. They're so abundantly greedy that they fail to see how successful Internet piracy ultimately makes them.

It is the best form of free advertising that money can't buy. The record industry alone claims that 50 billion dollars are lost through piracy annually. That number seems a bit exaggerated. But what they cannot calculate is the money that it generates. And I bet it's bundles.

I have to look no further than myself to know that they benefit immensely from torrent sites and the Internet in general.

My knowledge of music has expanded a hundred times full since I've been a peer to peer user. I've bought several albums that I never would have bought from artists I would have never ever known, solely because I was able to check them out on a torrent site. The same is true for movies DVDs and even some computer software.

On top of that, I'm a very influential person in other people's entertainment decisions. I see a movie on the Internet that I like, and someone at work asks me "Hey have you seen _____________?" If not for the Internet I would not be able to recommend that they go and check that flick out, because I wouldn't have seen it either.

How about instead of Anti Piracy day, we have real holidays that mean something. Like Anti-Dictator day? Anti fat girls in spandex day....? Something tangible.

I'd really like the feedback on this one folks. What do you think? Am I just another criminal?

The best music video ever?

What other video has George Harrison, Roy Orbison, Bob Dylan, Tom Petty and Jeff Lynne? None. Exactly None.

October 27th

With two weeks before the big day, I feel it's important that I leave a couple of clues as to what I want for my birthday.

But I feel that my clues are often too vague, so I'm just gonna spell it out this year.

I want a remote control tank, that has a little army man that rides in it, and shoots little air pellets. Kind of...NO exactly like this one.....

A grape soda baby.

Wait not that kind of Grape Soda Baby. The other kind.



Yeah that's more like it.

Freaked out by the traffic of a very un-busy street, I had to make hasty decisions. The clock was on, and I had to get the best of it. Thirst quenching, my emotions in a dark struggle against my mentality. Parched, with nowhere left to go, my hand found the Holy Grail. The Holy Grail of soft drinks that is.

A grape soda baby! Grape Drink…

I never had one before. The only reason I can even think that I purchased it was because of Dave Chappelle. He said that black people prefer it. And today it hit me. What is the one thing that all the black people I've ever known have in common? They all get high. Every one of them. Every single one of them. Everyone of them I’ve ever met smokes reefer. My tongue is definitely in my cheek by the way.



The reason I had this thought was not because I was on my way to bigotry class; no it was because I too, was high. I was time traveling actually. Back to the third grade. I was third grade, eat the glue, mirrors on my shoes high.


So I was high at the grocery store. The store was kind of freaking me out. And I was trying to think about what could cure my ailment. Since they didn't sell amunition there, my brain went another route.

I started thinking about what someone famous would drink, who is always high. Snoop Dog, Chappelle, Tyson, Mr. T. They all smoke weed. I pity the fool. And that's when in my mind I made the connection. Based on four independent sources. HA!

I had just reached that point where the little pussy voice in my head saw his opportunity to speak. Like he does every time when I get high. He's at the party in my brain, and he see's all of the other voices in my head are high and passed out on cheerleaders. So he decides it's his turn to grab the mic to my inner monolouge.

Telling me things like:

“You should call your mother Jason, it’s been two months.”
“Why did you kick that little kid in the second grade for no reason at all? What was that about?”
“Why didn’t our football coach ever love us?”
“There are other things to do on the internet besides porn.”
“When are you going to lose those twenty pounds you’ve been promising yourself fatty?”
“Why are you high right now? What are you some kind of hippy?”
“What was that noise?”
“Is somebody following me?”
“Oh my god a shadow!”
“Maybe we should run?”
“I think we’d better run?”
“Am I breathing?”
"I don't think I am!"
“Oh my god I’m not breathing!”
“Holy shit take a fucking breath dood!”
“Oh fuck dood we almost suffocated!”

And usually I can just smile his little nappy ass away. He realizes I’m not paying much attention to him, and he goes away. But tonight I couldn’t shake him. His words were criss crossing me like a serrated blade.


The only way to calm him down was to grab a nice cold drink. And while I was searching for the cure to all of my paranoia I saw a grape soda. “Grape Drink!”

Grape Drink works! It saved my life.

The new Mitch Hedberg album and some new strings

During the month of September a new Mitch Hedberg album was released posthumously.

It is possible you don't know who Mitch Hedberg is. I didn't until 2 years ago. He was already dead, and I didn't even know of him. I think that kind of made me like him more. That he was already dead, that I could never go and see one of his comedy specials. All there was, was already out there.

It was always his dream to get an HBO special. Which because of heroin and cocaine he never got to do. But the new album is him on the road work shopping for the special.

It's a different kind of Mitch this time around. These recordings must have been made late in the year 2005. Just before his death. While there still are parts that made you erupt with laughter, there are other parts that are failing miserably. And he doesn't seem like the same Mitch between the routines. He seems troubled, anxious, like he's bored.

It is unfair to judge this as an official album, or really a piece of work that he approved. There were a couple of times during the routine, as a fan of his prior work, I thought he kind of "sold out" to be cliche.



Surprisingly there isn't a lot of Mitch on Youtube.com

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I took the time today to restring my gold Ibanez guitar. I still need to cut the cable excess though. Has anyone seen my wire cutters? *looks around*


It has been a long time. I remember the last time I bought Elixir poly web 80/20 bronze's they were over $30. For one set of strings that is a ridiculous amount of cash. I know. But they sound so warm, fresh and toney.



Anyway because of the economy I was able to get two sets for that price yesterday. So I bought a real thin set of them, to try out for a while. I'm almost certain I'll break the little .10 string in no time. These strings really do make a difference on the overall quality of your music. They enunciate better and break down less frequently.

I almost forgot how beautiful this guitar can sound.

What kind of strings do you use? Why?

What is a Philly?

I've been a fan of the Philadelphia Phillies since I've been born basically. They won the world series once. It was on my birth day. My real birthday. The exact day that I was born. That means something to me. For some reason, I don't really know why. I have always followed them, not by choice but by destiny. I don't want to turn this into a blog about sports, but this post is going to be devoted the Fightin' Phils.

They won the NL East this year. They will probably do that exactly twice in my lifetime. The Phillies suck, let's face it. They're always bad to milidly horrible, but this year they won their division. They're so good this year that they may just win the World Series. And if they do there most certainly will be a follow up blog to gloat and brag.

Does anyone know what a Philly is? I think it's a term used to describe a female horse. Why would you name your team the "Female Horses" though? The best player on the team is the mascot. He's the nuttiest craziest mascot in the business.



The Phillies are one of the oldest franchises in baseball. They're so old and they've been bad for so long that they actually have the most losses ever. In any professional sport. That's something to be proud of, don't you think?

It all starts tomorrow when they host the Milwauke Brewers. It's really october. It's really here! GO PHILS!!!

SoundClick Widgets

Here's a neat little widget that I got from my sound click .com page. This is a nice collection of my music since about 2004 in Austin Texas. The first six or so are newer ones from California. Check it out!

I'm somebody...

I'm trying to start a trend. Five minute write. No editing, no caring, just writing. Get over yourself, and get to typing. 5 minutes.... today's topic:

I'm somebody

1:39am

I'm somebody that will tell you about my experiences. Some people mistake that as a cry for help, or insanity. But it's really just a personality trait. I have to tell you about these weird things. Because I know you do them too. And frankly I'm sick of keeping secrets for the sake of appearances. I need to know how you feel about these things too. We need to talk about these things.

I want to know how you feel about phone sex. Because I think it's really weird too. And the time I told you about my gay dreams, I was just trying to trick you into admitting that you had them, you big hairy fag. No I don't have gay dreams, but one time I just kneed a guy.

I was walking down the hall in high school and saw this skinny little kid. And I just kneed him, with my knee right in the leg. It was so awesome, you have to do it guys. He was just laying there, and I was running. Running so fast.

5 minutes comes pretty quick....

I really don't want to stop now, for obvious reasons. But a rule's a rule.

I'm somebody... who are you?


PS: If you don't re post this to everyone you're pretty much going to die from an excess amount of fire ants in your anus.

Smile, it's the lord's day

I'm starting a new tradition, or rather picking up where I left off on an old one. At 9am after doing some dishes, and vacuuming I decided that I would make today the International Day of the Lord. AKA "The Lord's Day!"

When I lived in Texas, some mornings I would wake up and decide that I was going to sit at home and do nothing more than drink, all day, a ridiculous amount. Drinking in the morning is fantastic. I can see why old people do it.

It's not something you should do all the time though. Which is why you need a special purpose to do it. Which is why I invented the term "Lord's day." The funniest part about it being the day of the lord is that has to be your answer to every question.

"Hey Jason why are you drinking?"

"Why don't you ask Jesus? It's his day fucker."

"Hey Jason what do you think about the World Banking system?"

"Fuck it man, it's the Lord's Day."

"What time is it?"

"Lord's Time!"


You should try it yourself. You'll be surprised at how many of your friends you can convert to your faith. They'll see how much fun you're having on the day of the lord, and they'll want to join in too.

It only works if it's impromptu, you can't plan a "Lord's Day" it has to be spontaneous. See how many of your friends, lovers, and comrades you can get to call in to their respective work places and celebrate it with you.

You'll thank me when you're piss drunk by 2pm. It's so convenient, there's practically no hang over the next day. You may be thinking to yourself, I don't even believe in the lord, well you can celebrate it too. Everyone will think it's such a great idea, they won't question your devotion to the Lord. They'll just be eyeing that slanted smile on your face and want to join in the fun.


From all of mine, to all of yours Happy Lord's Day.

This is not a political blog

This is not one. You should not be reading my blog to get your political information. I am not a political person. I have never voted in any local, state, or national election. I have ran for two offices in my life, winning one tight race as Treasurer for the Just Say No club when I was ten years old, and losing in a land slide for Director of Assemblies as a junior in high school. With that being said, if there were an award for being the person who is the most interested in American politics without actually participating, I would win it.

This election cycle has been one of the more interesting ones in my lifetime. Not only because of the historical aspects of race and sex, but because it is all existing in a 24 hour multi-media culture. Not only can you be interested in this election, but you can be connected to it in many many ways.

I am not, nor will I be involving myself with any political party this election cycle or in the future. I am not a Democrat and I am not a Republican. I am not for any candidate at this time. I feel like I am the only person I know who is actively watching this election, and not rooting for anyone. Which grants me a very unique perspective that I feel I have to share.

Before I tell you the good and bad about the candidates I believe that it's important to note that you will be electing a senator as President of the United States. Which has only happened twice in the last 25 elections. Anyone wanna tell me who they were? John Kennedy is the easy one. And the significant one. Anyone wanna tell me the other? You're right, Warren G. Harding. Because a senator usually has a longer voting record than any other elected official they tend to make bad presidential candidates. Most senators who are elected to 6 year terms (the longest of any elected official) evolve over time, with their political ideology because they don't have the constant threat of being voted out of office. Because of this they often have contradictory votes over the years. Early in their career they are for something, and then they are in the middle, and then they are against it. I think it's just fascinating that both parties have nominated persons with traditionally un-popular occupations as candidates.

What's killing me about this election year is how vicious democrats and republicans are being toward one another. Even if you don't share someone's political ideology, can't you at least try to recognize their passion to serve? It's really easy, I'll show you how to do it. You give the benefit of the doubt to them. Believe in these people, they are politicians, but they're people first.

I will promise not to get personal or ugly. That is my promise to you. If you want personal, or ugly I'm sure you can turn to one of many news sources, or political blogs. What I will do is objectionably give you concerns about the candidate, and some kudos. Then finish up with the ridiculous things the other side is saying about them.

I wanted to put here that I'm doing this is no particular order. But that's the biggest lie in all of politics. Everything is in a particular order, by it being in that very order. So I guess what I'll say is in a very particular order.....

John McCain:

What concerns me about John McCain the most, is that he will not be able to effectively get anything done in the legislative branch. He will inherit the office at a time with a democratic dominated congress and senate, and even the people on his side of the aisle will vote against his wishes 30-50 percent of the time. While I do think a person who goes against his party time and time again is an interesting choice, he could not effectively govern in the current political climate.

Actually that's really my only glaring concern about him as a President. There are a couple of smaller issues like he's 72 years old, and a few gaffes he's made on the political trail this year. But it's no crime to be 72 years old, and who among us hasn't misspoken before?

As a president he obviously would not do a bad job. He's a very wise man. He's voted against his party as much as any politician on planet earth ever has.

The Democratic party would have you believe that he is an old geezer that coughs and wheezes, and is on his death bed. Ok that was intended to be funny, but on a serious note.... They would have us believe that he picked his Vice Presidential Candidate Sarah Palin on the soul reason that she is a woman. I seriously doubt that. I will give him the benefit of the doubt that she's just as intelligent, independent, and captivating as he says she is. I say we all take a breath and get to know the Governor of Alaska.

Barack Obama:

Let's face it, Barack Obama is more popular than Coca Cola and Jesus right now. And that concerns me for a couple of reasons. It doesn't concern me about him the man, it concerns me about his voters. I think a lot of young people aren't too intelligent. And I think they may just be pulling the lever for Obama because their friends told them to. My only real issue with his political agenda is all of the promises that he made during his acceptance speech the other night. I guess he's been making these promises all along in one grandiose word "change". The reason that politics don't work, and America has little or no faith in their politics/politicians/congress is because that's the way it is. You cannot change America, because it has chosen to be this way.

On the positive side, I really love that he thinks he can! I really love that he's either that brilliant, ignorant, or downright silly that he thinks he, along with our help, can actually change this country. He's a fantastic speaker, and his in-experience at the national level is probably more of a positive trait than a negative one. He hasn't been in Washington long enough to be poisoned by the drinking water. He would be just as effective a leader as anyone currently in the competition. He's an integrator, and he wants to talk to Iran, which is something we've been needing to do for quite some time.

Republicans would have you believe that he's 6 to 7 years old. That he watches cartoons on Saturday morning, with a juice box in his right hand and bag of chips in his left. Also a joke, see I'm being fair and balanced. One of the most ignorant things they say about him is that he's only been in the Senate 141 working days. Which is true, but it doesn't sound as bad when you think to yourself, that they only work about 90 days a year.

I wish there were more candidates involved in the presidential election. I wish American politics were not winner take all. The reason I will not vote in this election is because no matter what I would do, were I to vote, a democrat will carry California. And when I used to live in Texas, I did not vote because a republican will carry that state so long as there is one star on the flag. There are other forms of democracy in the world where if you win a certain percent in the election, you get that percent of the government. How fair would that be?


No matter who you are voting for, or fighting against, I just wish it wouldn't be so negative. I'm not saying that you have to hug or kiss the person who is debating you at the water cooler or on the street. But just remember that they're an American too, and they're important just like you.

My only goal at the on-set of this blog was to get some of the political voices in my head out in a positive way. I don't know if I hurt, helped, or alienated some of my friends or readers. At the very least you might have learned something.

I'm certain this is the last time I will ever write about politics. So tune in next time for cock and fart jokes. Because they're coming...

I'm not just curse words

On my way to hang out with some friends the other night I was confronted by a grizzly looking African American. He was in his mid fifties and immediately my "homeless beggar" alarm was going off.

He tells me that I'm just the sort of guy that he's been looking for. I think he called me a nice young man. He was obviously trying to get into my good graces.

He explained to me that he was diabetic, and had been off of his insulin for 4 days. He said that he had recently made a decision to change his life, and had been living in a shelter. But that the shelter only lets you stay there for 6 days, then they kick you out.

At this point I felt that he was telling me the truth, but I didn't feel obligated to give him anything. I told him that I maybe had a dollar that I could spare.

I'm reaching for my dollar, when he just breaks down and starts crying. He said that he was a peace officer for 35 years, and very recently he broke his leg and was let go. He said that for the past 6 nights he had been sleeping under neath a bridge with some other transients, who he was terrified of. He was scared of them, for several reasons, but the worst reason of all is that they had been stealing his syringes and insulin shots. He told me that his mom lived in a small town about two hours away, and that a bus pass to there was $16.50. He was crying this whole time, and I saw a look of fear in his eyes, that will forever be unparalleled.

While he's telling me this, I'm opening my wallet. I'm staring at a $20 bill that could possibly save this man's life, and a one dollar bill that I'm going to give him. I've had some personal issues with diabetes and understand how dangerous it can be to be away from your insulin. Especially if you have type I diabetes, and especially if you're black.

And I don't exactly know how I knew that this guy wasn't the average bum, but he wasn't. He was a person in need. And I was a person that could help him. I've been a person in need before, and while I couldn't empathize with his situation, I could sympathize with his shame.

So I gave him the twenty, and told him to go see his mom. And at that point I was done with it. Twenty dollars is really nothing in the grand scheme of things. I was moving on with my day. And moving past this man, who I hoped was on his way to the bus station. When he tapped me on my shoulder.

As I turned around he was still in tears. He said that over the past week, he had completely lost his faith in people. He said that he had been thinking to himself that there wasn't any decent black people left, and he definitely didn't think that there were any decent white people left out there. And this big 6'4" 200 something pound man wrapped his arms around me and we had ourselves a good cry. And as I'm standing there in this strangers arms sobbing, I realize that I myself had lost some faith in humanity. I as well have been struggling to find decent people in this world.

I hope he made it, to where ever he needed to. Or that if he did not make it, that at least he has a little more faith in humanity than when I first met him. It was the best twenty dollars I never spent.

Me and Abe Lincoln

I was dreaming this crazy dream the other night... And while I'm sure this blog will not encapsulate my visions in their entirety I had to try....


I'm working at the white house during the 1860's. I was making my living as a court jester for the President of the United States. I got a tip from one his presidential aides that he was fond of "colored humor."

I said really? The president? Did he not just sign into law the emancipation proclamation? Did he not just end slavery, at least in the north? The aide told me that while publicly Abe Lincoln was being politically correct, privately he felt this way about Black people : "Why don't we just put them on a boat and send them back to Africa?"

So I spent the rest of the day trying to write a joke about black people that was politically correct enough for a President, but lewd and racist enough to make the man that held that office laugh.

I came up with one and then went to his office right away.

I said, "mr president your new proclamation is really going to suck for southern plumbers, because they're not going to get all of that extra work installing two drinking fountains now."

He looked me dead in the face and said this to me.

"I would have enjoyed it more if you said Niggar." "And then if you maybe made of fun of their big niggar lips, and danced around like one of them crazy niggars."

I said "Mr. President please!"

He recanted and told me that I needed to spice up my act a little. Like he was doing with his top hat and beard.

Did they just make.... a baby?

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twenty plays and bitterness...

It has been over three years since I dropped out of college. I think I've been bitter for those three years. Someone recently asked me if I still thought about acting. My honest response was I hadn't. I said it so quickly. It had to be true.

My recent battles with work, career, and life goals have made me realize some things. I no longer want to be a victim. I no longer am one. When you're not a victim you can change the future. The past still remains never fleeting, but it doesn't have to bear any weight on the future.

In the past it has never been my fault. Nothing has been. It has been easier to just blame others. Not to say that I was always at fault, but I'm at least half to blame for everything that has happened to me. I was there too wasn't I?

Everyone learns this lesson in their own time. I won't be 28 until October, and I've got a lot of life left. At least I hope I do. No longer will I let being a victim, leave me out of the things I enjoy.

Isn't that just pathetic? That I have stopped doing the things I used to enjoy because I was burnt once or twice.

I understand now that I am flammable. If I'm going to get burnt in the future it's going to be on my own terms.

I went to the Sacramento Public Library two days ago. It had been about three years since I had been into a library. My friend asked me what I was looking for. I didn't even know. I actually had followed him into the library. But what I said so quickly and uninhibited was one word : "plays"

You should see the theatre section in this library, it puts a lot of others to shame. It was sort of bittersweet, there they all were. Shaw, Begosian, Willy Shakes, Silversteen, Checkov and others.

It had been a while, and I didn't really know what I wanted to read, or what I even liked anymore. So I picked up one of those 20 in one books. Twenty off Broadway plays from the seventies.

I've read about three of them. And I haven't forgotten how to read a play, even after all this time. Backwards then forwards. Isn't that right David Ball? And these plays are horrible. None of them are good.

I wonder if it's just me being older, or not being a victim anymore, but I'm noticing things in the plays that I didn't use to notice earlier in my life.

Scenes in plays are supposed to be about the best and worst days of life. People in those scenes do everything that we do in real life. Everything.

People in plays tell bad jokes.

And the other people in the scene make fun of them when they do.

People are racist in plays.

People play practical jokes in plays.

People are always doing something in a play. To each other, to themselves, or to nobody in particular.

A long time ago the word "playable actions" was introduced to me. And I didn't get it right away, and maybe I still don't. But I'm noticing an entire level of consciousness that I never used to notice on paper before.

There's the things people say...the script.

There's the motivation for that in the plot.

There's the playable actions beyond that.

And then there's this thing that I'm only starting to notice.

Their suspicions.

Maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. After all I don't have a degree in theatre or anything. But everyone in every scene, on top of their playable action, lines, and motives also have suspicions. And it's making reading; even the most horrible off Broadway plays from the 1970's bearable.

I need a one minute monologue and a cattle call.

I moved and America had a birthday

July 3rd was 103 degrees in Sacramento, CA. It was the day that I had to move out of my old apartment and into the new one. It was such an unbearable heat. I'm still sun burnt from the experience.

Aside from the heat the move was actually not a bad one. Everything was done in a matter of hours, and it was the first time that I had ever moved that I didn't do everything at the last minute. I had a plan and stuck to it. I never did more than two hours of work on any day leading up to the move, and when it was finally time to move it took about three.

I've been in the new place a few nights now, and I've noticed some things already. I guess I've just been spoiled living near a college, in a college apartment complex. All of my neighbors have been hot young girls, who have always invited me over to play twister, or rock band. That sort of thing won't be happening at the new place. I don't want to say that I live in the ghetto, but it's a distinct possibility. The other night I was fortunate enough to see two homeless guys get into a pretty nice fight. One guy in the fight lost his vision out of one of his eyes. And he wasn't dealing with it well. Not that anyone would, but he was freaking out. I think for a moment, it took his mind off of being homeless though.

While there aren't any hot or admirable neighbors, there are a few diamonds in the rough. There is a guy with one arm. Well OK he has two arms, what he doesn't have is two hands. I met stumpy (a name which he told me to call him) when I was taking out some trash the other night. He wants the recyclables, and won't take no for an answer. He's very pushy about it too. Sometimes I'm just not in the mood to recycle. I tried to explain it to him, but I think it will just be easier if I leave all of my beer bottles at his door.

Then there's a lady named Gloria. A sweet gentle soul. She reminds me of my grandmother. And she's probably just as old as her. She's very down to earth. She's a little too curious for my likes though. I don't always want to have a conversation with an old lady in a house dress. Not that she's boring, or that I don't want to talk, but sometimes I just want to do my laundry. That's it. I suppose I'm being hypocritical though, I bet if Gloria was a 22 yr old hottie, I'd make the time to let her interrupt me anytime she wanted.

The idea of America is 232 years old. And I celebrated it in a grand fashion. There were a lot of fun times had with fireworks. We went all over downtown Sacramento setting off fireworks and then jumping through them like they were sprinklers. One time while I was jumping through a larger one, I kicked a nice piece of flame up into my eye lid. It burned I won't lie. But not so much as to get me to stop. Just so much so I had to think about it extra hard before the next time.

I shot a Roman Candle into the side of a building. Not something that I'm overly proud of. But something that, after it happened and nobody was hurt was hilarious. We got it on film. I was kind of hoping to have the film of that by now, but I just don't.

The best part of the evening on July 4Th, was jamming. We had sort of a rag tag band going on for a good part of the night. We had a banjo, a ukulele, a guitar, and a harmonica. We kept passing them back and fourth, and it was a pretty good time. We kept meaning to go out and sit on J street and play for people walking by, but it never cemented.

Haven't posted in a while, and I'm sorry. Hope this keeps you biting. Catch you on the flip.

your mom

:)

Too Particular?

When something is funny to me it means that I find it both interesting and curious. When I say something is funny it doesn’t necessarily make me laugh. I guess I should stop saying that I think things are funny when I’m actually saying they are otherwise something else entirely. I choose not to be that descriptive when I talk though. Words that I use often have several meanings and in my mind fitting in the simple words into a more complex structure is much more important to me than actually using the specific word for the case. That is how I am interacting with language when I use it anyway. I want my sentence to be a joke, the correct direct answer or response, and include several layers of sarcasm. Many you won't get until hours later. So I tend to hate people who are particularly descriptive. Using insane words that nobody else even knows unless they are a world literature major. Those people aka the grammar mafioso don't interact with language. They treat it like a rock. But it's more than a rock. Well it’s not that I hate them; I just want to not only understand what you’re saying, but I want to know how you feel about what you're saying. But I don't want you to tell me, not directly anyway. And if you won't allow for the rules to be bent I doubt you'll get to interact with the language too much. Why does language have to be exact for you? Why can’t things be left unsaid, or under described? You can’t describe everything, you know that right? So stop trying.

Language is a very funny topic. So you know I mean that it’s very curious right? Just checking. For instance: take something that you think that you know and try to describe it to a child. Go to wikipedia and type in the word love. You can read all 8 pages if you’d like to, but I’d rather you spend the time reading my blog, so I’ll just pick out a choice phrase that I found funny. (Checking again)

Love is lust attraction and attachment. That’s it. Plain and simple. Or is it really? I don’t have an official explanation of what I think Love is, but I doubt I would have used the words lust, attraction, or attachment. Wikipedia goes on…

“lust, attraction, and attachment. Lust exposes people to others, romantic attraction encourages people to focus their energy on mating, and attachment involves tolerating the spouse long enough to rear a child into infancy.”

If I had to explain what love was I could use words to do it. But they just wouldn’t be enough. They wouldn’t even come close to hitting the mark. If I had to explain what love was I would grab the person in my arms, and never let them go.

Language is alive. It is not dead. It is also an experience. Those are the only rules. And sometimes when I'm telling someone where I was yesterday, I say me and Tim, and sometimes I say Tim and I. It's really a judgment call, and grammatically
speaking, grammar does not bear any weight on intelligence.

Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I can show you something I made last month when I saw the FloBots video for the song called “Handle Bars.” I took a porno featuring Jenna Jameson, Tera Patrick, and Brianna Banks called Pretty Bitches. I made it look like a cartoon. In the small player, it’s a bit hard to see. But there I go again using language to describe something that you’d have to see for yourself to really understand.

It has come to my attention

It has come to my attention that there are two types of people in this world. Guys that will ask before they fuck you, and guys that just fuck you. I say the term guys, because it grabs your attention. But girls you're in here too. So when I use the word guys, I mean to say guys and girls, but I'm not going to be saying that. And I know some women take offense to that. Calling them dude and whatnot. But c'mon dude....

Let's talk about the topic:

Guys and girls (there I did it one time) that want to fuck you. All guys, girls, children, and the old want to fuck you. Because it is in our nature to fuck. And so we all set out to do just that. Fuck can mean so many things. And I'm not talking about physical fucking. I'm talking about fucking the old way. The way it was meant to be done, with your mouth. It is because of this very reason that all guys, children, and the old want to fuck. They want to fuck you, before you fuck them. Those fuckers.

But you yourself just by being part of that very same species, will by mere chance be thrust into a situation where you get to do all of the fucking onto another. And they must lay there and be sub-serviant to your wanton wit and devious desires.

"Not me Jason. I'm not a fucker."

"Yea you are"

So you're a fucker. Nice to meet you, I'm one too. You're just like the rest of mother earth. You only have one choice in the matter really. How you fuck. That's all you have to decide.

Some people take pleasure in getting permission to fuck other people. Hearing them say "yes fuck away."

Some people don't care for that mess. And those people do it without your knowledge. Always fucking you behind closed doors. You're asleep, you don't even know that you're getting fucked, but there they are those fuckers, always fucking you.

Some of us get so good at both styles of fucking, that's all we do. We fuck all day. Everyone and everything we know.

I love the whole lot of us. Well except for retards and midgets.

The Best Band Ever

Every month I Jason Reed find a new band and proclaim it to be the best band ever. And this month's band is no different. They're a new group out of Seattle, WA called Fleet Foxes.

What a refreshing sound out of this ensemble.



I cannot stop listening to the new best band ever. They're a cross between The Shins(which isn't a wonder because they're on the same label), The Beachboys, and Bob Dylan. I know that combination doesn't sound like it would make any sense, but it really does.

In the past I have made several earth shattering predictions about the next big thing. And these guys are it. The proof as always is in the pudding. Click the link and enjoy the breath of fresh air.





Oh yeah and if you didn't know, or didn't bother to find out. Weezer put out their self titled Red Album on June 3rd. It's the best thing they've put out in a decade. You need to give it a listen. Well worth the twelve or thirteen dollars.

Weight of the world

Found this on the recorder the other day. This was the first take. The finished product got far away from this. I think the original feeling is in this one. Or am I wrong?




I promise a reel blog reel soon.

Recorded in Austin Texas August 2005

This is Dustin Ingram, you may know him as Statutory D. He let me rap with him on this track too. Can you believe it?

Check it out. It's one of my favorites.

A small scene for 4 actors, and a story about wrappin

Rap Studio / A small scene for four actors.

2 blogs in one? You got it.

I was at a rap studio for an extended amount of time the other night. There are a lot of things that go on at a professional studio that don’t go on at the kind of musical outings that I get myself somehow or other involved in.

I also was the only Anglo-can American at this studio. And there were a lot of people there. I have never been more in the minority in my life. But I passed all of their tests. I had to show them my chest so they wouldn’t think I was wired. I had to buy the weed that was smoked, and I had to partake in their vodka. And after I was in, I got to see an entire night in the life of a rap studio producer.

Immediately I liked how they actually had a recording booth. And then an entire separate room where they did the rest. And a glass booth and an intercom system set up, so they could communicate easily.

I also liked the fact that they had hoes. There were a lot of random hoes just chilling at the studio. And there was this like whole party going on. Drugs were being done off of titties, porno was on the television, and all that amidst eight miles of cock being sucked.

Yet somehow official work was being done, by the rap chemist in the corner. He couldn’t be bothered. While me and the other doods gang banged half of the girls in Sacramento, he kept producing.

Then this cat named Skurge laid down one of the sickest sounding verbal slams I had ever partaken in.

Life is all this real shit-----------

That could or should not happen

If you click your heels

Then your heels should be clacking

But they took my wheels

And now I got these bills

Cats don’t want the minimum

Aren’t making any deals

-Jr Reed

And here's a little scene I wrote not too long ago. It made me chuckle. I think it could grow into a one act play called "The nuclears". Here's a little section. Do this in your beginning acting class, I dare you.

(children are seated with parents at dinner this is the worst table conversation in history)

(over loud ipods)

Mom: Well kids we’re trying to have a baby again. Kids can’t you hear me?

(they can’t)

Dad: slams the table really hard (the children turn off their ipods and straighten up)

Can you hear your mother yet?

Kids: yes!

Dad: Alright now let her finish.

Mom: I said that your father and I are trying to have a baby.

Male son: Alright dad! High fives him (male son and father begin dancing together like they’re both celebrating in the endzone)

Daughter: (as they do this) So you and dad are fucking again huh?

Mom: Well, yes unfortunately.

Daughter: You should cheat mom.

Mom: Well you see that’s complicated.

Daughter: Why is that again?

Mom: Because I’m ugly baby. You get all your ugliness from me, your fat ugly mom.

(dad and son rejoin the table, with 40oz beers)

Mom: You’re letting your 16 old drink?

Dad: Sure, at the rate we’re going we’ll be making a new one in no time. So I figure if the kid wants to drink, and he dies, well then we just won’t let the next one.

Mom: Well that was an incredibly large, specimen you deposited in my throat last night.

Dad: Yeah think of the possibilities if you’d make me stop wearing those damn condoms.

Daughter: Don’t do it mom. You don’t know where dad’s been.

Dad: Hey is it my fault that your friend’s all love giant cocks in their asses?

Daughter: I guess you’re right dad. But I’m getting a little bit sick of hearing about how large your cock is at school. And then when I get home now, I suppose, that’s all we’ll be hearing about around this house. Won’t we mom?

(looks at mom)

Mom: (thinks about it) well…….it is really big.

Daughter and son: We’ve heard.

(the son immediately without hesitation, whips his cock out on the table. After his father high-fives him. They do a similar version of their victory dance again.)

Dad : You know son, when I was your age, I was banging chicks all day.

Son: Really dad?

Dad: But when you’ve got a fabulous cock and hair like this, there comes a great deal of responsibility.

Son: Responsibility?

Dad: Well you see son, women want you to fuck them. All the time. And when they don’t know that they do, they do. If you don’t accept no for an answer, eventually any woman will come around after a short period of time.

Daughter: Isn’t that date rape dad?

Mom: Not if you pull out before you leave DNA, sweetheart.

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