Miscreants & Fussbudgets

Hey, bastards! There's a brand-new Underwear Lane comic. Don't ask me how I did it, but this one doesn't contain even one f-word.

I promise, it'll never happen again.

Go To Chapel, Get Married

Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out

I see some of you glaring jealously at me at school and in the mall.

Just because I have more luxurious facial hair than you, and just because I've chosen to nurture it in a manner that you hadn't thought of, and just because you're suddenly filled with a burning desire to copy my beard's exact look but you know it would take you months to get your facial hair to this point IF you even had the stamina to go unshaven for months and IF you didn't fuck it up miserably in the process and by then you'd probably see someone else whose look you'd decide to rip off anyway you shouldn't hate me.

Go hate somebody else for a change. Go glare at somebody with mutton chops or a handlebar moustache.

Or a Fu Manchu.

Shitty Haircuts Are Still "In," Right?

OK, here we go.

I haven't been writing here very much lately, as you may have noticed, and I kind of don't want to get too personal on this little "blog" thing, but I thought I'd toss out a few tidbits of "news," for the benefit of anyone who cares.

I had the crappiest holiday season ever. I'll go chronologically.

I quit my "day job," which was actually one of the best decisions I've ever made, but it was just kind of stressful to cut myself off from my income source around the holidays like that. The work was boring, boring, boring, but most of my other coworkers loved it, and worked through lunch every day, stayed until 8:00 every night, came in on the weekends, and worked from home every evening, all for free. I started hating all the self importance, and the passive/aggressive guilt trips. I got fed up and quit just before Xmas. I'm never working for a place like that again. I'm currently going to school full-time, which is good because I'll actually finish soon.

My grandmother died, and that sucked, as you can probably imagine. She went into the hospital on Xmas and I visited her almost every day. She died last month. It was really depressing.

What else? Oh yeah. My girlfriend and I broke up. It's really as amicable as this type of thing could possibly be, but I've been pretty much devastated. We were together a long time, and we really care about each other a lot. We're trying our best to be friends, and so far so good. Nothing "happened," neither of us did anything "bad" to the other, neither of us "hooked-up" with the other's friends.

It still really sucks, though.

All right. Thanks for "listening." Happy Saint Patrick's Day, b'gosh and begorrah!

Bonds: Rate-Cut Expectations Fall by Wayside

This is us, back in November at the Unurban in Santa Monica, courtesy of the ever-patient Laura. She actually recorded an entire song, in a really good manner, but it was too big to upload to Youtube, and I was too lazy to fix it, so here you go.

Enjoy!

Our Next Show

Are you guys doing anything this Friday evening, the 2nd of March (TO-NITE)?

Good, because The Gold State is playing our first show of the year at Sacred Grounds, here in San Pedro.

Oh yeah, did I mention it's free? No, I know I didn't mention it yet, but it is free. How much would you expect to pay for something like this? Doesn't matter, because it's free regardless.

So maybe we'll see you there, right?

Oh, wait a second. Did I mention that we're playing with my favorite band, The Black Heartthrobs? No, I don't think I mentioned that, but it's true. You're probably thinking that you'll have to pay something in order to watch them, right? It's totally understandable that you'd think that, but you can watch both The Gold State and The Black Heartthrobs for free.

How can we do this?

Robot wizards. That's how.

Friday, 02 Mar 2007
The Black Heartthrobs - 8:00
The Gold State - 9:00
Sacred Grounds
468 W. 6th St., San Pedro, California 90731
Cost : Free
All Ages

Happy Weird Valentine's Day

Make your own here.

New Underwear Lane Comic

There's a brand-new Underwear Lane posted, so hang on to them hats and glasses, folks, 'cause this here's the wildest webcomic in the wilderness!

Tonight's Fortunes

Scent-of-a-Woman-Al Pacino

I've got a beard, a beard with an almost-capital "b." I am, quite possibly, the beardiest I've ever been in my life, and that's saying a lot.

I rode out the itchy stage where I constantly fought the urge to run into the bathroom to buzz it off. That was torture.

You set little benchmarks for yourself when you're struggling with whether to shave a beard or not. For example: "I can't shave it now, I've gone past the Brian Wilson stage, and now it's Mike Love. I'll shave it when it's Carl. Definitely before Dennis."

This Current Year

Underwear Lane

There's a brand new, "funny," webcomic "out there" called Underwear Lane. Why don't you go check it out?

It's guaranteed to put a smile on your face and nowhere else.

Mortar Pedestal

Question: What's the most jaunty article of clothing or accessory?

Happy Misgiving

Box

There's nothing like listening to Herb Alpert while eating grapefruit over the sink.

Bloomin' Onion

Check out the Brian Wilson doll.

I'm holding out for the Mike Love doll with "Back-Stabbing Action©."

Crystal's Folger

MacArthur Park, which is made entirely from General Douglas MacArthur

Today, I was given the opportunity to go onto the roof of the US Bank Tower in Downtown Los Angeles, which, at 1,018 feet, is the tallest building on the West Coast. As you can imagine, "they" don't just let anyone go up there. I'm not kidding. Try to go up there, and you'll see what happens.

Echo Park, which is not returning my phone calls

There are no guardrails up there (no joke), and I'm not exactly sure why I wasn't more terrified than I was. I guess it was because there was a lot to look at and there wasn't much wind. Before we'd gone up, I had visions of getting blown off by big gusts or a major earthquake cracking the building in half, leaving me flailing through space. Just thinking about it now is making me queasy. I really expected that I'd feel the building swaying or something, but I didn't notice anything like that at all. It was just like being on the ground except for a few occasional flashes of cold, crippling, fear-of-heights panic.

Please enjoy the fun pictures I took from up there, and a couple I took later.

The birthplace of fill-in-the-blank

That's City Hall in the background, perhaps ironically, but maybe not

Rococo Rickshaw

Here's some video of our performance the other night. The camera was held by a robot that exploded later in the evening.

The robot wore a shirt but no pants.

Sanka

Left to Right: Me, David (Thanks, Amanda!)

Those of you that came to hear us on Saturday at the Unurban: Thanks! That was probably the best show we ever played, I think.

Me (Thanks, Amanda!)

Saturday