Earth Day Or The Day The Earth Stood Still

It’s on fool…

Finally got my day in the sun. Went on down to Del Ray beach with a couple of thrift store side tracks on the way. It should be said that Del Ray’s main demographic seems to be aged. So of course there was slim pickings. That is unless you’re the type of person who would drop a deuce on a two decade old polka doted moo-moo. They even had one of those ball clackers, you know the one where the ball collides with the other three creating… well you know what I mean. They had a broken one of those for three dollars! Who would buy that? I did pick up a copy of Dostoyevsky’s The House Of The Dead for fifty cents though I’m not sure why. Will I even read it? I think I will.

At least the beach was gorgeous. Again more of the older crowd than bikini clad lovelies, but the weather was perfect. Nice cool ocean breeze, crystal clear water without too much motion, and a clean bathroom. There was even a large school of tropical fish that kept nipping at my feet. It was all like some kind of postcard. I only got a hand full of photos, but who can complain? Then we picked up some Chinese food, and watched “Shall We Dance” with Fred Astraire and Ginger Rogers. A little more schizophrenic than some of their other pictures, but still a delight.


Tomorrow I go down to the unemployment office, and see if they have any job offers. I doubt it will amount to anything, but I am going to reapply at a place I used to work at. Oh sweet freedom is slipping from my grasp. I admit I am filled with a cold fear at the idea of sitting in another cubicle answering phones all day, but what must be done must be done. Honestly I would rather do almost anything that doesn’t involve a phone, but what else pays above 10 bucks an hour? What else am I best qualified for? God help me!

While I’m at it, since I have one hour left to celebrate Earth Day I’m going to run outside and burn the corpse of a mink on a pile of styrofoam and compact disks. Then I’ll spray aerosol cans into the fire just so it burns extra long. You can maybe tell I don’t buy into the whole Earth Day/Global Warming bit. I get sick of celebrities and politicians telling me I have to do what ever it takes to stop this impending disaster. An impending disaster that no one can agree on how, what, when, whether it’s Global Warming or Global Cooling, or anything else for that matter. I guess when we get to the point where people are trying to convince me that partial birth abortions and the environment have some kind of a connection, it’s obvious we’ve lost any hope of sanity or rationality. Odd that is seems most often the solutions to our little problem are more political than environmental.


I don’t have time to worry about fake crisis anyways. I have financial disaster, and idealess recording session in my future. My partner in the M.L.U.S.O. wanted to buy a practice amp last week so he could record a single bass line. I love him, but when he picks up a guitar he can suck all joy from the room with his morose riffage. So I’m a bit skeptical, but the reality is we need percussion, and not the electronic type. I said even buying a simple snare drum would do wonders. Why not some type of exotic hand drum? That would be of far more use than a practice amp.

Still it takes time to get ideas across. He’s a good hearted fellow, but doesn’t like doing anything that doesn’t begin with the word “star” and end with either “trek” or “wars“. Just trying to get him to play a different video game is a task unto itself. He has some kind of weird device in his brain that blocks the ability to enjoy anything different or even slightly varied. He gives nothing a chance unless a vagina is attached to it. So if you’re reading this…. drums! He’s a solid American dude, and some one I’ve been friends with for more than a decade so I know he can take a little ribbing.


Which reminds me, for some reason, about the latest news on Susan Boyle. Apparently her claim that she had never been kissed was false. This seems to be prompting some kind if low life fire storm amongst low lives. Can I ask something? Who gives a shit? Who are these shit giving people, and why do they give all these shits? President Anti-Christ just showed his quivering sack to one the greatest threats to our democracy, and this is what people are getting worked up over? I’m not knocking her for wanting a piece of the fame pie. She at least has talent. She’s not like the rest of the Myspace addicted idiots out there. Granted I do have a Myspace, but it is my art.

I remember reading an interview with Beck where he talked about how he once worked in a video store, and how it seemed to him that all the kids that worked there acted like they were in their own personal sitcom. This is the world we live in. Myspace, Facebook, and Twitter allow every uncreative idiot to have there own personal show. I added this girl on my Twitter because she added me, and literally not 15 minutes went by where she didn’t send out an update. Do even your friends care if you made a sandwich or are thinking about taking a nap? How conceded can a person be?


I have a personal Myspace. No I’m not going to tell where it is, but I still get friend invites from people I’ve never met. Why does a 14 year old girl from England want to be my friend? So I can see pictures of her in a thong pretending to make out with her other girl friends? Does that make her feel validated? If you create something, like music, even if it’s bad music I can understand marketing your work, but this is just pathetic. Some times I feel like the internet should be shut down if humanity is ever going to evolve, but I suppose that’s just reactionary thinking.

Wow, a nice sunny day segues into a full on rant. I apologize. That was never my intention, but I took a writing break to read some news. God knows why. Of course there are plenty of things I want to rant about, but I try at least a little to keep some of my ideas to myself. I also apologize for the disjointed tone of my writing. Sometimes I tend to write more like I speak.

Peace my homies, and light a tree on fire for me.