Friday, January 10, 2003

spittin, spittin, like an overfried chicken
kickin, kickin, an you know i'm fingerlicken
wishin that a seventh sea would come wash you away
wishin that a cemeteries weight would last a day
wishin that jim jones and bobby orr could get along
wishin that my sucotash was mangled up and torn
hangin with a bobcat and a barber named yvette
gettin all beat up by zebras elephants and rats
takin all the shit, and cleanin all the linens
keepin ratings up with my homey roger simmons
i've got a lot to say don't wanna keep it in the gutter
gotta feel it and show it name it wacked out shit like butter
it don't mean nothin it's more important than mace
it transcends shit like politics and governments and race
it lasts forever and it's constantly gone
it jams out moonshine out by the john
it's middle name is jack
and it keeps comin back
for you
and your friends
and their friends
and it's gonna be swingin' a belt with a mean-ass sharp buckle on that shit

Some of you may have noticed, that is if you are not blind, nothing against blind people, it’s just that they can’t see the pretty pictures. Well, who’s to judge what’s pretty, I guess it’s a pretty (dammit) subjective experience. Well, anyway, those of you without seeing-eye-dog accompaniment, and more power to you, keep walking and reading Braille and listening to the radio but please don’t get behind the wheel. So, where was I? Oh yeah, you may have noticed my slight obsession with posting pictures of comic book covers. One thing you must know my fine feathered finks is that I am a comic book geek, formerly reformed junkie, but I have what they call slippage, in that I slip back into comic book ville, and back to the comic book store, and I keep it within reason and buy comics only occasionally, but I get a big kick out of seeing comic book covers, especially classics such as the first appearance of the big green guy, the incredible hulk, who if you may notice was actually the big gray guy in his first incarnation. This was corrected very quickly, but actually the gray look would come back every once in a while throughout the history of the character.

Yes, yes, fascinating.

Back from the bank. You didn’t even miss me did you? While I was driving around bumpin’ snoop, I was thinking about something I read over at the punk vault yesterday. MXV was mentioning his displeasure with someone that had jacked a graphic from his site without asking. Made me realize I jack pics left and right and never ask, but I try to give props where props are due. And I’d really like to credit Nick Simon and his amazing Silver Age Marvel Comics Cover Index, which is a pretty damn stupendous library of some of the best comic book covers of all time and a damn fine site with lots of cool info and insights and just an overall credit to society and humanity. Thanks Nick for the phat Hulk pic today and hopefully you won’t mind if I pull pics from your site in the future.

Speaking of snagging pics, does that necessarily mean you’re jacking something? Or is it only if you actually download it and load it on your site, or something like that. Just as I’m a lover and not a fighter, I’m a writer and not a “web guy” which means I really don’t know jack shit about the internet and html and protocol for using whatevers and whatevers. I just experiment until shit looks right up here, and if it doesn’t look right, well, then that works too.

I’ve decided that since it’s a short week (at least for me) that the theme of the week should be therefore somewhat weak and is thus called no editing week. Whatever you see up here was straight from the horse’s mouth, the horse being me. Consider it quantity over quality, but hopefully the hops and barley are still in good shape and satisfying to your gullet despite their mass production.

Peace and tranquility.

Oh and ps: I really liked this piece by dan the goose on the prototypical blog entry (you'll have to scroll down one entry to read it). Good job dude. Ok now that is REALLY all I have to say.

For now.

Thursday, January 09, 2003

back from lunch and old fart whiner is outta heah and has left me at peace with my thoughts and your fine selves who have given me the honor of reading this. i am so honored that i would like to make you an honorary member of the garfield fan club, for about 85 seconds.

fahrfegnuggen i'm beat. weird i was so tired last nite but didn't end up sleeping till about 11 cuz just up and then right when you lay down to bed, five minutes later your cold symptoms that left you alone all day are back to laugh at you even though you're in tropical climate you're still cold in the am hours the coldest ones, hunting for the sweat pants you thought long abandoned with the mainland weather.

but it is a tad cold here. weird. boss said it's been like that all week. and they had crazy winds here, but not nearly as bad as what la had. dad picked me up at burbank airport tuesday, hooked me up with the trip to in-n-out, and then took me the scenic route to see the leftover carnage from what he said were the strongest santa ana's he's ever seen, and he's lived there his whole life. Apparently it was nothing compared to the day before, where a lot of people probably couldn't drive for a while, i mean huge trees knocked over, in the street, taking shit out and blowing apart every plant form in the tom brady old skool sector.

when mrs. p and i went to san miguel de allende, her sister warned us first to make sure the hotel we check into has hot water, because when she went they didn't have, but all the desk clerks lauged and said "claro" when we inquired on the calienteness of the agua. it was muy bien and shabalabba.

san miguel is the shiznat, lots of americans and europeans as it's kind of like a artists colony, an oldskool institute collegiate happenin in theah. plus this phat gothic catholic church fronting the square. the thing you should know about mexico is that all the towns and neighborhoods, their main square, or centro, is fronted by a huge catholic church. they're all different, dedicated to a particular saint, or with a certain tradition, but they are definitely the centerpieces of the neighborhood. spain got it's ass kicked out of mexico but the missionaries did a bang-up job, cuz i'll tell you EVERYONE is catholic in mex. san miguel de allende is notable in that it actually has an episcopal church, to accomodate the european/american population. one interesting thing we saw in el jardin (the garden) the centro of san miguel, was three white guys performing a scene from romeo & juliet in the middle of the square. we walked by them and i was like, what the fuck, are these guys beefing, cuz it was like a scene with some dudes fighting and getting pissed off. probably like a capulet whatzitsat vibe on the spectrum. anyway, we went and sat down grinding some - what was it we were eating? oh we weren't eating, we were just tired. it's a mile high over sea level, so hiking around the cobblestone streets kicks yo ass a wee bit.

the other little town we went to on our sidetrip is dolores hidalgo. up in the mountains between san miguel and guanajuato, it's homemade ice cream central as well as the place where the movement for mexican independence and the eventual booting the fuck out of the spaniards who were raping the area with their mines to fund napoleon's huge war. there's an inependence museum, which used to be the jail where the priest for whom the town is named walked up and released some inmates that got the whole shit started. i couldn't really figure out how this priest just stormed the prison, but he did and these guys were critical players in the battle ahead. and the priest made some famous speech about long live the new king of spain but down with bad government, because it was the local reps for spain, not the crown, really fucking people over. well the king was fucking them over too, but whatever. mexico fukn said you know what spain, you little bitch, get the phuk out of our country, and take your panty waist monocle wearin kato kaelin wannabe asses out of my range.

Wednesday, January 08, 2003


fukn tired. two flights yesterday. phat cali-hawaii flight this am. early.

boss picked me up, dropped me off at the pad for couple hours of crash time & then I came into work to check shit out & prezent my face after 3 weeks on the lam.

gettin a little shit done, but tired as fuck & about to biznail.

tried to call Mrs. P but punk ass phone card i bought in cali doesn't work out here. bandits i tell you.

alright i'm outta heah to buy another phone card so i can call my girlie and let her know Alfred is back in the isles & a-ok.

more on the trip later.

and Spidey is HUGE in Mex. all over the place.

Rich Gannon 2002 MVP

oh and the fukn jets are going DOWN.