Of all of the shows to watch, the most inane is probably The Hamptons on ABC. Of course I watched it. The show depicts a bunch of rich white people partying at the Hamptons. It had about all of the relevance of George Washington’s testicles. I don’t know what this show accomplished. The human story? The dramas of a summer in paradise? Who really gives a flying rat’s ass about whether some dumb bitch gets her picture in Vogue or not? Ugh. I am curious as to how the show did in the ratings. I wonder whether it was a complete flop (as it should be).

I’m just going crazy. Or maybe I have always been like this. I dunno.

I got my tax refund check on Thursday. It’s a pretty nice sum this year so I have all of these images in my head of what to spend it on. It’s quite nice to be able to have a little somethin’ in the bank account. Some of the money is going to buy some acrylics and canva. I have this urge to start painting and let out some creative sludge. Who knows? Maybe I will be able to sell a couple of paintings. Now THAT would be a horrible joke.

I don’t know how this happens, but for the amount of time I was out of the house this weekend, most of it was spent in a fit of ennui. Hopefully this weekend will be better. I’m going to a Bratmobile release party in Hollywood where San Diego band The Locust will be playing. Those guys are fucking insane. After that, theres an art opening in Downtown LA that seems pretty interesting. Free booze, some schmoozing, the entire LA thing.

I should really get on top of my writing. It’s been seriously lacking for the last couple of months. Chop chop

My aunt from Dallas made a surprise appearance this weekend. I haven’t seen her in nearly 3 years. I’m finding much joy making fun of the fact that she lives in Texas and loves it. I’ve made plenty of low blows which I stand behind completely. When I asked her what kind of culture exists in Texas, she replies, “Cowboys!”. I just snickered.

I’m amazed I still have the stamina to read Ulysses I forget how tough it is to read. Must finish….

I hate Wednesdays.

I’ve been in a haze all day for apparantly no reason. I don’t know how many things I’ve bumped into. After a while it hurts, but still no sign of consciousness at all. I told my supervisor that I should probably get a lobotomy. It actually sounds like a viable option at this point.

For some reason, I have picked up Ulysses by James Joyce again. I will attempt it, but I’m not making any promises.

This weekend is Dead Low Tide @ the Troubadour. Yay! Since my lazy ass missed them back in March, I will go.

Now in a haze that is just as thick as it was when I first started typing, I will leave for now.

I picked up a whole bunch of books last Sunday. I started reading Please Kill Me, the book about the beginnings of the punk movement in New York in the sixties and seventies. It’s done documentary style with interviews of Lou Reed, Andy Warhol, Bebe Buell, the Ramones and everyone else who got the movement started. This book is so much fun!!!! Pick it up and read!!!!

I’m looking forward to seeing Dead Low Tide at the Troubadour on the 25th. Hopefully DJ Fatkid will get his ass down here from Santa Barbara for the show. I haven’t seen him in fucking ages.

It’s been pretty uneventful lately. I cleaned out the inside of my car on Saturday. It was like going through an archaelogical dig. I found a Dischord Records sampler from 1982 underneath the driver seat. I have no idea whose it is or how it got there. The only thing I know is that it’s mine now. It has Minor Threat, the Untouchables, the Void and other DC hardcore bands from back in the day.

I think I’ll go burn shit now.

I can’t wait to see Rocket from the Crypt tomorrow night. I saw them back in October and fell in love with them again. I forget what a great live show they put on. But I really do need to go out and see more shows; the last show I saw was Milemarker back at the end of January.

Everything has been quiet lately which is sort of unsettling. I think I’ll go fuck some shit up and make things exciting.

For anyone who likes their rock a bit sludgy with a dark side, get the new Dead and Gone album The Beautician. I just picked it up on Sunday and love rocking out to it. Can’t wait to see them live this summer.

Speaking of live shows, I’m eagerly awaiting to see RFTC this Thursday.

It seems that time has become quite elusive to me. I can’t seem to find the time to do everything I want. For example, last night I decide to go running when I get home. I come back, take a shower, get a bite to eat, wash my bed linens and clean up my bookshelf. Once I finish all of that, it’s 11:00pm! I think I’m starting to lose my marbles.

Anyhow, while I was running, I came across a loquat tree that was filled with ripe fruit. I had to stop for a minute and drool at the over-abundance of loquats. Unfortunately, the tree stood across a sewage ditch from where I was drooling. I had to let it go and move on. All of those fruit will now go to waste. Ugh.

One of my favorite shows right now is Gilmore Girls. It’s a show about nothing, which is sort of Joycean if you think about it. It’s quite funny to see the WB network promoting the show. In the ads, they make it seem something wildly dramatic is going to happen. Of course it doesn’t. The only thing that truly disturbs me about the show is the lack of diversity. It is so white-bread that it brings tears to my eyes. Fortunately, they have good writers, so it makes it all worthwhile.

In other news…. Wait! There is no other news. Nevermind.