Saturday, December 27, 2003
when warhol was asked what he thought of critics, he said they were right.
same could be said of some of mine. i can at times be quite assholish. and fuck them for bringing it up.
but maybe my worst trait is how many people there are who i wouldnt cry over if they died.
near the top of the list is mr. george steinbrenner (pictured) who on one hand cares enough about his team that he will pay any amount of money to go after the players that he wants, but on the other hand continues to ruin baseball.
yes hes a colorful personality and a legend and his own man, etc etc. but hes also a cock and a buffoon and a know nothing and a blowhard.
but worse than all of that, hes not only a yankee, hes king yankee.
and i fucking hate the fucking yankees.
i hope george choked on some blowfish as he was trying to woo the newest asian import, i hope it got caught in that turkey neck and strangled him.
i hope his head got all purple and his nose got big and the veins in his fat head turned green and throbbed.
i hope the only thing he could do was sign language the only thing he ever learned how to sign language
moe, larry, the cheese.
fuck reggie jackson fuck don gullet fuck donnie baseball fuck ron guidry.
much love to thurman munson and billy martin and yogi berra
but fuck dave winfield and steve sax and jose posada.
love for mickey rivers
hate for mickey mantle
the babe is cracking his knuckles at the knuckleheaded way youve done things in his house.
when you die they'll say lots of nice things
cuz youre dead
but they lie
blair + life rants + joz
i think i could get used to these four day weekends. i wonder what life would be like if i truly lived my life. does the lord want me to live a regular life or live a crazyass life. i suppose if he wanted the latter he woulda let me win the lottery a few times, or get hit by a porsche. im watching lolita.
i just bought a bunch of stuff off ebay. i dont know why im suddenly buying things. i hardly ever buy anything. me and karisa drove past that trans am again that seems to still be for sale. she says its the perfect car for me. did i tell you i had a lovely christmas dinner with her? i did. it was pouring down rain like a bitch and she lives in the hills and the rain came down and then you could see light brown streaming down and that was the mountains, i had to run to sav-on to get some butter and ice cream. a young man sat under the awning spare changing, i gave him a buck, shoulda gaven him ten, he said god bless and then as i walked in the cold rain with no hat on my plastic bag broke and my gallon of water bounced a few times and then rolled and rolled but i got it.
people were in there shopping. it was christmas at three pm. the peak of christmas. a young mexican girl rang me up. i asked her if she was getting paid extra for working that day and she said no. i told her that her boss probably appreciates it, and that i totally did. and she sniffled and smiled. she had the sniffles. i forget her name.
guys were getting twelve packs everywhere.
me and karisa drank a few beers, ate, drank a few more and then got really sleepy.
i began farting.
the cats didnt mind, the tv didnt mind. even though i had slept so much the day before i was still super sleepy thanks to the ham and the collards and the potatoes and the bread.
if we had had a movie id have fallen to sleep on it.
instead the rain stopped and i left early, drove home, and i laid down on the couch and i woke up at three and went to my bed like a hibernating bear. flicked on the electric blanket and said my christmas prayers into my pillow.
my favorite part in the hobbit is when they eat like pigs and then sleep and sleep and sleep.
my mom got me a dvd burner for my computer for christmas.
dougie gyro + 21mm + new empire lounge
My blog crush is Allison.
I want to be Steph for a day.
I want to have dinner with Mindy.
I want to go shopping with Kristin.
I want to have a long conversation with Bunnie.
I would like to go camping with Tiffany.
I would trust my secrets with Alecia.
I would take love advice from Welch, Rabbit, and Greg Vaine.
I wish I could write like sk smith.
Jenny should write more.
I would drink with sutter, ev, jason g, kimbalina, and eric case
Raymi should update more.
Moxie should put up more pictures... of herself.
mc brown is living a dream.
My blog hero is Nay.
Anti probably gets laid a lot.
I want to help the Cubs with their problems.
I would let Flagrant write on my blog.
i would let Raspil redesign my blog.
I miss Meesh's blog.
I should read D Lo's blog more.
i ripped this off of Pam
Friday, December 26, 2003
kid rock called. he wanted to know why i didnt put him on the list. i told him i did put him on the list. he said oh.
then he asked if he was above or below saddam.
i said, saddam who.
went to best buy and target and frys electronics today to cash in on the after christmas sales.
best buy didnt have very good sales but had totally long lines to check out.
i was going to get that stones dvd. four concerts for thirty bucks.
one of the shows i believe was at that wiltern theatre here in koreatown, just south of hollywood.
their preparty was at the conga room down the street.
xbi was there.
didnt get anything at best buy, went to frys and got a CyberHome recordable dvd player for my tivo.
i also got a $29 dvd player.
and a Holmes space heater to replace the one miss montreal talked me into settling for.
there was this spindle of 100 recordable dvds that was marked at $19.99.
i was pretty sure it was mismarked, but you never know. the lady at the cash register must have been 97 years old but she knew it wasnt the right price.
then i went to target and filled up my cart for a hundred bucks. they had christmas colored m&ms, 14oz, for a buck twenty.
i also bought a bunch of water cuz im gonna drink a lot of water in 2004.
kid rock called back and wanted to know if he was ranked higher than snoop dogg and i said no because snoop might have made the prettiest song of the year and he had doggie fizzle televizzle which you must admit was pretty good.
kid agreed, then gently hung up.
blank baby + virginia sent me a lovely christmas card + the mollusk
"this post makes you look like a total asshole. It totally sucks. Your writing has never been so irrelevant." - Bill
if i cared what i looked like id spell check. id fact check. id write at night instead of during my government-mandated fifteen minute breaks. id use three dollar words like the edjumacated. id trade in my bus pass for a leased beemer. id wear abecrombie. id cut my hair. id dumb down and play fair. id simply talk about jesus. i wouldnt tear your shit up to peices.
if i cared what i looked like i wouldnt blog, id just write books. a guy can write a horrible book but he could at least call himself an author, not even pro assholes like your boy drudge wants to be called a blogger.
but i do cuz i am.
i am what i am. fuck what i look like. asshole. and at 110 years old im ok with who i am, a totally sucky irrelevant asshat collector who probably kicks your tail at everything.
justin timberlakes fingers smell of britney spears and cameron diaz. right there he wins. he went on tour with his dumb little songs, trying to be black, trying to not be a boybander, and trying not to get hard every time he thought of how much money he and christina agueleria were making each night dirty dancing for the kids.
if in your world that doesnt rate, your world is gay.
what can i say.
hugh hefner is 77 years old. his groundbreaking magazine this year turned 50 years old.
he has six girlfriends.
he has the coolest and best house in la, and it might be the best in world.
inspite of how he gained his wealth, he is considered by most as one of the most envied and classiest men who ever lived.
bro deserves his props, and if not on the 50th anniversary of his magazines birth, then when?
bill you might know how to form a sentence, but it takes a little more than that to enjoy the busblog. you have to approach it like i do, with an open mind.
you have to begin by thinking that there are probably lots of different ways for young people to pay for college other than joining the military.
and why are you so in favor of soldiers who are only there because they couldnt figure out better ways to pay for college?
excuse me for wanting a military of people who actually want to be in the military!
i had no scholarships, little parental financial help, and i didnt have to join the army to pay for seven years of college. i did things like have jobs, i got financial aid, and i got student loans.
and, like many people i know, it was no big deal.
if others feel like they couldnt get any other job other than joining the armed forces, i am proof that they are probably mistaken.
and im black.
during college i sold records at a record store, i sold computers and tv at an electronics store, i pumped gas, i was an ice cream man, i worked at mcdonalds, i worked in the school cafeteria, i worked at the arts and lectures events as an usher and a cashier, i wrote on the newspaper, i delivered donuts, i painted apartments, and i washed dishes.
i was never rich, but i always had enough for food, rent and school books, and i learned a great deal about financial responsibility and taking care of myself. all very normal experiences for most college students.
far be it from me for ever judging anyone with how they choose to pay for higher education, but i refuse to let slide this terribly weak arguement that the military is the only way some can pay for college.
i submit that they could find far less dangerous and higher paying jobs.
will those jobs be more rewarding, and more valuable to the country and ultimately the world? thats not the debate here.
but in my entire life, getting paid to write for the college paper was the best job i ever had.
perhaps, in part, because everyone there really wanted to be there.
meanwhile i agree with malatemail that gov. arnold also should have been seriously considered. the old lug.
sk smith writes ten times better than i + instapundit posts a picture of the madpony girls
Thursday, December 25, 2003
merry christmas everyone!
Wednesday, December 24, 2003
so much has happened in the last 24 hours that i dont even know where to start. so i wil do this. i wont talk about any of it.
its sunny today in hollywood. this is the first time ive had a chance to write to you since yesterday morning and all i can think about is the weather?
i know it's the eve of my messiahs birth and its not thanksgiving, but i want to tell you all how thankful i am to have this blog, and to have each of you as my readers. it is a tremendous relationship and i am very grateful.
i realize that there are a lot of other places on the web that you could have clicked on, so i appreciate it every time you come here.
last night a hot girl came over. we were both sleepy so we just hung out on the couch and watched the lakers on tivo. little did i know that my home computer was crashing. i didnt care. still dont.
she felt good in my arms. we were spooning. soon i was snoring in her ear. its been a tough year at the xbi and next year i want a new gig, but last night i was just happy not to be alone. i was glad i had a full belly, and an empty beer glass and someone nice to get naked with.
some people dont have any of those things.
id just gotten her a nice book at Wacko for christmas.
i got her the little known sex book called The Guide To Getting It On, which is pretty highly rated over there at amazon.
all i know is it had funny pictures and it was close to 700 pages.
i also got karisa a pretty cool book too but i havent given it to her yet so i cant tell you what it is.
have i wished you a merry christmas yet?
merry christmas, blogosphere.
aint no bad dude + i wish her blog came with footnotes + adrants
Monday, December 22, 2003
fuck you, time magazine.
do i look like a fucking bitch? do i?
even if i do, do you have to treat me like a fucking bitch?
i love our troops as much as the next guy, but fuck you with this shallow insincere pandering rah rah yellow-ribbon god bless ameribullshit.
other than getting sent to war, seriously, what did the troops do that was all that amazing?
is it sacrilege to say that? no it isn't. they did their fucking jobs. just like school teachers and firemen and cops and bloggers. and if you don't think that each of those gigs means taking your life in your hands try writing a post like this one.
i have no problem with our troops. i don't blame them for taking nine months to find saddam in his little dirt hole. i don't blame them for being human pawns in a third grade political play.
i don't even blame them for telling that one abc reporter that they were sick of the war back in june and they wanted to go home.
because i love them and respect them and support them, i want them to go home too.
but they weren't the person of the year.
you don't get to be person of the year when justin timberlake has a better year than you.
you don't get to be person of the year when pudge rodriguez has a better year than you.
and you damn sure don't get to be person of the year when hugh hefner is not only still kickin, but doing so with six girlfriends (still!), and a groundbreaking magazine that turned fifty.
a magazine that kicks the shit out of yours, time magazine, suck up, teachers pet, bullshitter, edge loser, money launderer, and sellout of the year.
fucking rush limbaugh had a better year than our troops this year but you're too chicken shit to say so.
i fucking hate rush but i'll say it.
dumb fat son of a bitch fucking got accused of popping thousands of pain killers, got accused of being in the middle of a floridian drug ring, got accused of frauding the banks, got accused of having four doctors so he could quadruple his prescription pill intake, and all he ended up doing was five weeks in rehab where he got to do his second favorite thing next to gargling with oxycontin: talking about himself.
he didn't lose his lucrative and powerful job, he somehow avoided the wrath of being exposed as americas biggest hypocrite, and he (so far) hasn't had to spend even an hour in a jail cell.
there have been no arrest warrants, no mug shots, no jet rides to an awaiting Expedition to the county clink for fingerprinting.
right before our eyes rush limbaugh has gotten away with doing what more than 60 per cent of american men in jail are serving time for: drug related crimes.
and you know what time magazine, as much as your chin still has remnants of rushs dna, even he doesn't deserve the person of the year this year, and one final time, no offense to our brave men and women in uniform who have the worst fucking job in the world as they freeze tonight in the godforsaken deserts of iraq, mere target practice for any motherfuckin punk motherfucker who wants to take pot shots at america, but they're not the person of the year either.
your pal osama bin laden is person of the year
and you fucking know it.
the terrorists have won. and you told us he was terrorist number one, and the president told us, and the vice president told us, as did colin and donald and candy and everyone.
and im sorry if i look at the scoreboard and on one side i see the fucking terror alert at nearly the top of the scale, airports not allowing me to kiss a cheerleader goodbye at the gate any more, and her not allowed to pack a fucking nail file in her coach bag.
and on the other side i don't see osama getting found for the second full year in a row, but i do see george bush's approval rating creeping up only six points after he "got" saddam.
osama is the phantom menace and he is the golden ticket and whoever finds him wins and im sorry aol time warner but your person of the year did not find the real person of the year and you know it and they know it and its fucked up but that's what time it really is.
and even tupac came out with another record this year.
And a damn movie.
and its precisely this shit why nobody fucking reads your lame ass any more outside of a dentists waiting room.
gilliam + anti + amy
one reason the ladies line up around the block for my elderly ass is cuz i keep my house so clean.
actually its not me who keeps it so clean, its my army of maids.
ive gone through, lets see here, one, two, three, four maids this year.
most of them retire or shoot themselves after working on my many mansions, so ive been trying to do certain little things to keep their jobs jobs and not epic adventures through the soiled world of filth.
as we speak i have a nice young el salvadorian woman named marta who is washing my dishes and folding my clothes and petting my llamas.
last night i did a little prep-work that i would have never done before the last suicide.
i picked up empty condom wrappers, i dumped out cereal bowls that had molding milk in em, i poured out half empty beer bottles, i put my dirty clothes in the dirty clothes hamper and the clean clothes on the bed with a little note.
i fixed the lamp in the kitchen so she could see my dirty floor and my grimy glasses. i got rid of the dead plant in the closet. i put an easy listening cd in the boombox and pressed play and clicked the repeat button (miles - kind of blue).
i even got some boxes and put my magazines from the floor of the reading room (aka bathroom) and placed them in the box.
what happens is now she can just focus on the big stuff: the dishes, the floors, the bathroom.
then i gave her a big fat tip in a christmas card.
thats how you do it, fellas.
i also made sure to leave lots of change around and baseball cards and celebrity memorabilia around, so that if she wanted to take something, she could.
its not like i care.
how would i know it was gone anyway?
im a damn slob.
now maybe miss montreal will come over and spend the night with me tonight.
cuz she knows she wants to.
gidge flibbit + blips + sheila
we had an earthquake today. everyone went crazy.
two things people will go crazy about here in LA, earthquakes and rain.
they dont really go crazy when theres really bad traffic or drive bys or bad smog or no nfl teams in the second biggest city in america, but they sure go nuts about the earth shaking or the skies getting them wet.
our building is pretty tall. and wide. it swayed pretty well. it felt like we were on a boat. i had to look out at the palm trees to see how much the building was moving.
i thought it was cool.
usually earthquakes feel like a big slap up against the building.
this one felt like the ground was wet.
everyone came running out from their cubicles and to the tv near my desk.
it was one of the few times that i was happy not to be flying in my copter.
i havent felt a good old fashioned trembler in quite a while. this one was 6.5. but i give it a 6.1.
then the news started going crazy. they got this woman to tell us that she was shopping and things started shaking and she dropped her groceries. then they got some super nerdy woman from cal tech to tell us that indeed it was an earthquake.
i wanted someone to get on there and say that it was the terrorists doing some underground explosives testing and then say gotcha! but people dont kid about those things.
i think they should.
we get all crazy about the wrong things. earthquakes and rain are normal. people hating others and wanting to fuck up their shit is normal too. traffic is normal but doesnt need to be. smog is normal but doesnt need to be. those things are things people should get all crazy about.
not mother earth adjusting her adjustables.
i think this is funny + monique + sk smith has pictures of her man
since its christmastime and we're being all super honest with each other and all that. a lot of times i dont think im that good of a writer. thats one reason your positive comments and topless pics make me laugh... in a nice way.
anyways, for some reason when i have a deadline and i find myself procrastinating, thats the time when i feel my most confident.
i look at the clock and i say, shit i can knock tht shit out AND write a blog entry.
even though i know that i cant write at night.
when its light, study
when its dark, party
its one thirty am. its sunday night. im supposed to write something about baseball for aarons baseball blog.
he writes wonderfully, uses stats ive never seen, and gets more hits than i do.
i have respect for people who get more hits than i do cuz i know it took a lot for me to get what i get, and to do it without being a hot chick and without flooding your meta tags with paris hilton this or that, and to do it without many pictures - thats a tough trick.
ashley is trying to chat with me.
did i sleep this much when i was her man?
it seems like her dude is always sleepin.
wake the hell up and take care of your woman!
my buddy sam and i went to the lakers game tonight. phoenix.
i took good pics.
my cam isnt perfect but im getting to learn how to use it. i like that.
daisyprincess114: why so silen
idiotman: i have two things to write
daisyprincess114: ok what
idiotman: a peice for aarons baseball blog
idiotman: and now im writing a blog entry
daisyprincess114: what abotu
idiotman: how much i want to do you
daisyprincess114: that wasnt nice
idiotman: do you want me to tell them that i want to do you
daisyprincess114: yeah of course
its christmastime and im not sad. i should be. i should be a fucking wreck, but im not. im probably living the life of the fool in the famous tarot card picture. hes about to go off the cliff and hes looking up in the clouds smilingly even though his dog is barking its head off trying to warn him of his imminent doom.
im eating puffed cheetos listening to rodney on the roqs christmas show and drinking dr diet pepper.
the clocks ticking and im telling you shit that not only dont you care about but it doesnt mean anything.
its just what it is.
just like the itch on my hairy thigh
which could be cured with some cortisone but ive been drinking.
and im lazy
and now im about to write cuz i want to be in bed before two fifteen.
i'll write, sleep, and edit after i shower and get clean.
idiotman: do you want people to know your aol sn
daisyprincess114: i dont care
daisyprincess114: thats fine
daisyprincess114: not lke anyone would IM me
idiotman: i do want you
daisyprincess114: i like it when you say nice things about me, esp on your site
idiotman: was that nice that i just said
daisyprincess114: yeah of course
idiotman:its not polite with your bf sleeping right there
daisyprincess114: im not saying it gets me hot
daisyprincess114: but its a compliment
daisyprincess114: i cant deny that
daisyprincess114: im not a liar
idiotman: is it possible for anyone other than your bf to get you hot
daisyprincess114: brandon boyd? haha
daisyprincess114: i dont know
daisyprincess114: i dont want to experiment w/ that
idiotman: write about your orgasms in lick
daisyprincess114: i dont know
daisyprincess114: if i can ... umm whats the word
daisyprincess114: describe that?
idiotman: write about your relationship with them
daisyprincess114: i feel like it would sound really lame
daisyprincess114: but ill try
idiotman: use a fake name
daisyprincess114: haha right
idiotman: write honestly
daisyprincess114: like anyone wouldnt know it was me
daisyprincess114: i dont have to hide
daisyprincess114: im special
idiotman: you are
daisyprincess114: do you think my boyfriend seems cool?
idiotman: not really
daisyprincess114: why not!?
idiotman: who should i link to
idiotman: three web sites
daisyprincess114: i dont knw
idiotman: thats enough
idiotman: say goodnight now
daisyprincess114: oh fine
daisyprincess114: spoil all my fun
Sunday, December 21, 2003
when im governor of california, i believe i will do things a little differently. but that doesnt mean that i dont appreciate things when other people do them.
as you might remember, i wasnt exactly thrilled with the way the republicans stole the governership away from our sitting governor. especially in light of the fact that californias power crisis might have been linked to the white house, who also later refused to help california out.
who didnt vote for him.
and he "won" anyway.
in my attacks on arnold schwarzenegger was the fact that the press seemed to gloss over the fact that his father was a nazi police cheif and that arnold and maria invited a nazi war criminal to their wedding.
when people rebutted that he has donated hundreds of thousands of dollars to the simon wiesenthal center i said all it takes is a couple hundred thousand dollars to buy you off?
but for some reason this photo op makes everything better.
im not kidding.
sure theres an element of politics going on there, but i believe it.
hollywood, where i live, has a very important and strong jewish presence. when people say there are no neighborhoods in la they ignore fairfax blvd just south of melrose. remnants of which can still be found at the farmers market.
there are many pockets of soul in la and the jewish people provide one of them.
if its true that arnold is completely different than his father, he wants to do things like this because not only is it the right thing to do, but its an honor.
one of the best things i learned this year was that there isnt a seperation of church and state and never has been.
in that case, of course i want my politicians in church.
i want to think that with all their money and freedom that theyd have time to go to a temple on the first day of their holiday.
even if its just a dirty photo op
which i dont think it is.
and i dont want to think it is.
so i hope that its real.
anyway, now that arnold is our governor, i will support him and root for him
and if he can bring a football team to la i'll for him next time.
flagrant should write for this.
so should some of you out there
Libra Horoscope for week of December 18, 2003
Happy Holy Daze, Libra! I've been meditating on the perfect holiday gift for you. What symbolic item might help you take maximum advantage of the cosmic currents in 2004?
Here's what I came up with: the film, "Destino," a collaboration between surrealist painter Salvador Dali and Walt Disney's team of animators.
Though the joint artistic effort began soon after Disney and Dali met in 1945, it wasn't completed until recently. In that sense alone it should be inspiring, because you, too, will be striving to revive an old dream in the coming months.
Your near future will resemble a Disney-Dali creation in another way: There'll be a convergence of what's weird and what's popular, what's extraordinary and normal, what's adventurous and cute.
- Rob Brezney
im not sure what he means by all that. i think it has something to do with Lick, but im not sure.
i promise not to let this blog be a big ad for that.
so with that heres a 2003 top ten list
top ten Rock records that dont suck that came out this year
1. The Darkness
2. White Stripes
3. Drive By Truckers
4. Jane's Addiction
5. Hot Hot Heat
6. The Yeah Yeah Yeahs
7. Fountains of Wayne