Tuesday, August 06, 2002

I've decided that this week is stream of consciousness week here at ultrablognetic. There was no vote, no committee, no debate, I am the supreme ruler and I decreed it and that's it. If you have an issue with it, begone.

But please come back, I need attention.

Anyway. You know when you can't stop thinking about something all day? I can't stop thinking about the $11 dollars that was in my wallet yesterday, and now it's gone. I don't know where it went. I'm scared it's out there on the streets, hustling for a piece of bread, being taken advantage of by travelers cheques and japanese yen. Just an innocent pair, a ten and a one, all alone, them against the world. What became of them?

I HATE when I lose money. I'm wondering if someone in the gym stole it out of my wallet in my locker last night. But they would have had to pick my lock (which is a little $2 piece of shit) then rifle through my stuff, not take anything but the cash, put everything back just the way it was, and then lock my locker again.

I'm thinking aliens took it, but who knows.

The other thing that's bugging me is I can't find my Gang Starr CD. I was reading Source magazine the other night and saw a reference to it and then thought, shit I haven't listened to that for a while, and it's missing. Maybe it's out on Hotel street with the transvestite hookers with my $11.

Maybe. Stranger things have happened.

I'd like to give special props to my sister Shannon and Jim Treacher. They are the only kind souls that sent me e-mail after my pathetic whining plea yesterday. They are the official recipients of good vibes. I am radiating them right... NOW. They are harmless, don't worry, and will bring you good luck and discounts in the cereal aisle.

Still pretty bummed about Chickie-baby. The best eulogy I've read so far was from this guy. Check it out. He has a cool site.

Bumpin' Snoop Dogg Doggystyle. Did you know that Snoop Dogg has a blog? He hardly ever updates it, but when he does, it's usually pretty good nuggets of wisdom. I decided the other day that the ultimate concert would be Snoop Dogg opening up for Iron Maiden. But Maiden would be prohibited from playing anything post-Powerslave, except for a couple cuts off of Seventh Son. They would also be required to play at least half of Number of the Beast. Snoop could play whatever the hell he wanted too, as long as he dipped heavily into Doggystyle, and it would be nice if Dr. Dre was there, but I can flexible on that. I realize that in this day and age, Snoop is a bigger concert pull, but it's my ultmate concert, so deal with it.

And that's all I have to say about that.