Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Rainbow Gathering

So there's the national Rainbow Gathering in CO this year and Boulder's all raging about it and everyone and their mom's pimp is all going. I have no interest in it and could care less. I see enough fucking hippies where I work and the surrounding areas to last me a lifetime or twenty.

I actually do want to go and narc people out. Like, "Hello, 911? Yeah, I can't talk any louder, but I'm at this Rainbow Gathering and there's a car next to me and I think they're smoking the pot. Yeah. One's wearing a tie-dyed shirt. One's got a Hendrix shirt. They've got dreads..."

Or start some race wars or something. How's your OM, bitch!

I sent Henry Rollins an email. I told him that we've been showcasing soups named after him or his songs or album names. I said we like to put the sign out before the soups ready, because people ask, "Who's Rollins? Is that the chef?"

"Rollins is a world reknown spoken-word artist, lead singer of the Rollins Band, former singer for influencial punk band Black Flag, DJ, TV Host, Actor, USO man, and 1993 Details Man of the Year."

To which they reply, "Oh. What's in it?"

"Two pounds of intensity. 25 years on the road. Three cups of raw energy. Garnished with pure testicular fortitude."

I haven't gotten a response yet.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Shizzle

Hopefully, if my check is enough tomorrow, I'm getting a new Minidisc recorder. Just over a month left before Rollins/X and I've been told that my bro's wedding that it was coinciding with isn't happening then due to his fiance not being able to leave Korea.

Hopefully it comes about at a better time. I'm pretty bummed out that I won't be able to attend Vince and Mary Jo's wedding.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Remember This? Arnold's Pizza Shop


"...maybe I'll give you a pizza; maybe I'll break off your arm!"

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Sunday, June 11, 2006

I Hate People

I can't escape from anyone. I left the kitchen to come into the office to get some work done. They follow in, because it's slow. They're all asking me about the tips and I say that I'm working on it. They keep asking about the hours and tip amount and I keep telling them I have it all here and that I'll get it done. Then they tell me that I may have the wrong hours. I yell at them to just go back to the kitchen and leave me alone and they're distracting me and making me mess up and taking longer.

They leave. I go to the kitchen to ask another manager about something and it's literally one step in and, "Where's the tips?"

I come back into the office. Someone else comes in to do stuff that he can't figure out on his own and continues to ask me stuff including how to spell really simple words. I hate people.

Back the Fuck Up

Blogging from work. I don't know why, but the new, used laptop we got is all fucked up. I had money planned on getting a laptop or a new minidisc player but all these unexpected expenses keep popping up.

I found a letter that X Headley wrote to Kim Thayil during junior high. I'll post it someday. It was all about how he doesn't play an instrument, but his instrument is his pen, and hopefully he'll be able to write as avant stuff as Kim does on his "silver six-string." Some other great lines from the Headley letter was "awe-inspiring" and "total sex god."

There's a lot more to blog but the co-workers won't leave me alone about the tips.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

I'm Rick James, Bitch!

This is the funniest skit on the Chappelle Show!

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Saturday, June 03, 2006

D'oh!

Social Distortion isn't until July. What was I thinking?!

Jeanne's mom's in town this weekend and I work all weekend. I'm going to set it up at work tomorrow so I can get off early and go to dinner with them.

Jigga-who?

So I'm back on the computer now. First off, Outlaw con Bandana just stopped into Boulder and played a show at my friend's parents' house up in the mountains in Lyons. It sucked because I had to work until close, so they all waited for me to get off and then we headed up there.

There were six of us in this old cop car (now apparently a clown car) with a stand-up bass in the backseat going up front. We stopped by our place to grab food and then to the Taco Bell turned drive-thru liquor store to stock up.

Jared's parents' place was seriously up in the mountains. Up here, turn there. This small opening in between the weeds is a street. Up a 90 degree incline and then we see a vehicle just on the side of the road but no house. We stop and get out and noticed a house down the hill. There's a hot tub and Peter (aka Boulder's Chris Stoll - ask Brendan about it) was getting out.

So we parked along the road and got in and because we got there at 9, a lot of the people had left. It was supposed to be Symposium (open mic/spoken word) then Outlaw, but since we got there then, it was just Outlaw and it was starting to rain. As a result of that, they weren't able to play on the wooden outdoor deck and played in the living room instead.

The show went really well and they sold a couple of records and CD's. They were all into them. I ate all our food we brought and hung out by the table eating all the rest of the food I could get. It was dice.

We drove back to our place and hung out.

Next morning we woke up and the Outlaw entourage and I walked to Safeway to get provisions. I was making them breakfast so I bought all that stuff and it was ridiculous. The Safeway manager was showing all these other suits around the store. I thing they were Safeway CEO's or something dumb. All I heard was, "...and this part here was an extention. This is where 75% of our business..." I was so tempted to make a loud statement about there not being any ripe avacados. "Well, uh...you see the thing about that is..."

I should've anyway, because Rooney bought a Ruby Red Grapefruit that was just a grapefruit on account of there not being a border between them.

So we got back and the way it turned out, Brendan ended up making the breakfast. It was a mountain of food. After breakfast and hanging out a bit, they packed up and headed off to the next night of camping before hitting Salt Lake.

It was good to see Outlaw and made us miss Omaha a bunch. Speaking of that, I just got a call from Vince Tafolla about his wedding. If only we had a ride.

I listened to Outlaw's record, too, Life Without Outlaw, and my non-biased opinion aside, that fucking record's good as fuck. My friend who bought a CD as well told us tonight how much he loves that CD.

On a cartoon villian note:

For those in Omaha, I'm not sure if you know what Safeway is, but it's just a huge chain grocery store. In Boulder, its main competition is Whole Foods. Jeanne told me that Whole Foods initially started off as Safer-way.

Also, besides Social Distortion playing Red Rocks, I think, next week, I bought tickets to the Rollins Band/X concert for Jeanne and I. Super stoked about that. I also don't know the station's name, but my alarm is on it for some reason. And for some other reason, they love the Offspring. I kept the station on the other morning because they were playing some jams that included Ween. They fit in three Offspring albums. The next morning when my alarm goes off, the first thing I remember hearing was, "My friend's gotta girlfriend and he hates that bitch."

Anyway, the station played an acoustic version of "Prison Bound" that Mike Ness did in the studio. Fucking awesome.

The Flaming Lips & Ween are also playing Red Rocks this summer. I need money and a non-demanding job.