*raspil

And that hot bitch is going to walk on Lake Mead in his show tonight. Mindfreak is on all day today and that is awesome because i'm off today so all i have to do is watch this shit and make pudding.

mmm. Criss Angel and pudding. two great things that make all my birthday and christmas wishes come true.

it's the little things, you know? you can't forget them or take them for granted. like finding generic sinus medication at the store for cheap that actually worked for once. i will be getting slammed at work for convention week (working the convention in the morning and possibly working the line at night) -- something like 5000 people. i've done way more than that in a shorter amount of time before but to order and it's no big deal; the prep will be more work than actually dealing with the public, something i don't really enjoy. oh well. it's just for a few days, but i need to not feel like Evander Holyfield is trying to punch his way out of my face. it fucks with my concentration.

i have started the new piece i've been putting off since May. i have been having a difficult time deciding if i want it to be tragic or funny; i'm gonna just keep working on the skeleton for now and deal with the innards later. i think that kind of thing works itself out anyway.

oh snap
Frickin' Dog the Bounty Hunter is on tonight, too! Awesome! I missed Beth's tits SO BAD.

i told you all i was trash.

nuh-UH, Beardo
he needs to shave that shit. i'd totally pick the mutant gnats out of it with my teeth but that nest on his face makes him look really faggy. i do not approve.

unfortch, i have a feeling that he's not long for this world. some psycho religious shitbag is gonna have Criss Angel killed for what he did on that water.

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"Guys Gone Wild"

Joe Francis must owe a shit-ton of money to some really shady motherfuckers.

There is a giant cicada outside my door on my patio that must weight 10 lbs and be pure stainless steel. And on the mic. I have never heard a fucking bug be so loud in my life, even when I used to camp in Kerrville and sleep amongst them. Back then, it was nice and melodic. Here, I'm picturing a T-1000 cicada. He is L-O-U-D and metallic-sounding.

I am very excited about going to see Ours on Saturday. I did ask for it off but I will be working in the morning so that is good for me not having to give up a day's pay.

My homeboy at work is so stupid. We were talking about opening a restaurant called "Come". We laughed about that all night long.

Timmy: Where are you going to dinner tonight, Susie?
Susie: I'm going to Come!

We are retards. We have to sometimes go have a time-out in the walk-in and we stay there until we're no longer retarded. Work is fun. I am so lucky I get to do this for a living.

I think the last thing I want to bake before it gets too damn hot to use the kitchen to do anything but get ice or a beer is a Granny Smith-Sweet Cherry crisp. That sounds so awesome to me. 109, however, doesn't. And it's barely July in a couple of days. It's going to be so much worse for so much longer. Oh well.

Good things are on the way.

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Influences. Seems people at this site are obsessed with influences:

Who are you influenced by?
What influences you to do art?
What music influences you to write?
When are you most influenced?
How do you find influences?

God, shut the fuck UP already you fucking boring howler monkeys.

But tonight I actually thought about mine. I never think about them. I don't see the point. Here's a list in order of what pops to mind at the moment and with no particular reason why (but if you read what I write, you might be able to pick up on some things):

Quentin Tarantino
Hunter S. Thompson
Dime novels
Bukowski
Whiskey
Texas (Austin, specifically)
Marco Pierre White
Eggs and Chocolate
Cocaine and Trucker's crank
Loss
Madonna
Strip clubs
Reckless abandon
The Coen Brothers
Sex
Apathy
Violence
Cadillacs
David Mamet
The X-Files
Love
Dive bars/Bartenders
Questions
Control
Steve McQueen
Fear
Experience
Ex-Boyfriends
Humor
Regret
The internet
Being dirty
Mexican food
Reality TV
Playing in the Trash

This list only contains what I have peeled off the top of my head just now. Maybe I'll add to it as time goes on. Or not, who cares. I like the list. It allows me to write the stuff I do and always be satisfied with the results.

I was watching Kill Bill 1 & 2 the other night on cable and went to Amazon and promptly bought them both. I watched the Making of Kill Bill 2 and thought about all of Quentin Tarantino's movies, the ones I've seen and liked so much. I think these two are his most perfect movies; I actually think it's all downhill for that sumbitch now. He needs to work more with Benicio Del Toro and soon or else it is all over for his ass.

Anyway, I remember back in 1993 seeing Reservoir Dogs for the first time in the theater back in Austin. I was struck by it. I still am, to this day. I think Quentin Tarantino taught me how to write dialogue... well, him and one other source that I will never, EVER name (I need to retain some mystery in my life). I used to feel, when I was writing my nouveau Pulp Fiction stories, that I was really biting off Quentin, and it made me feel like a poser. Now, watching these movies of his, I don't feel so bad. Some of his stuff doesn't sound authentic, like I would never imagine two people having some of the conversations he's written in his movies, but some of it is pure genius.

Maybe that is why he's at the top of the list. I almost met him once. Long story. It was an interesting time.

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i need to remember that i have a brain and if i don't use it, i will lose it. same goes for my mind. so i'm back, for what it's worth. i'm not looking for attention even though this could be construed as such. that is okay.

hello to all those who used to actually like my work.

i'm 2 years older since i last signed in, not much wiser, maybe a little but i doubt it. i have nothing to prove and that feels good and nothing anyone can say can rattle me in any way, shape or form.

so whatevs, maybe i'll write some more trash or take some stupid pictures again. everyone is free to look at anything or not, comment or don't, i do not expect anything.

now THAT is liberating.

i've put up my vintage BS for your enjoyment or disdain. either one is perfectly fine with me.

** i'm thinking that if i throw money at this site, i will use it. otherwise, i'm really retarded.

*** just to update everyone, i participated (and finished) Nanowrimo last year. i also got banned from that site, too. now THAT is more of an accomplishment, in my opinion, than writing a book in 30 days.