SURRRRRRVEY-And a link to My music blog o’ the week.
Current mood: eccentric
Category: Quiz/Survey
Greetings!! HAPPY FUCKIN' WEEKEND!!!
So, theres a blog trend going 'round these here parts-the '30 Answers' blog, where they don't post the questions, just the answers. Well, I just can't seem to follow the rules...(Go figure) So, of course, I'm posting the questions as well-with My own unique brand of answers on this cold, dismal friday. Enjoy!! (And PLEASE don't call the whitecoats out to My house again. They always drink up all My coffee, the fuckbubbles.)
1. Someone who seems to have a lot of close friends.
Well, Charles Manson was pretty popular...
2. Someone who you consider to be a best friend.
Luna, Gracie, Tiny, and My Nazi Parakeet, Schatze.
3. Someone you'd like to trade places with.
Definitely Jessica Alba's OB/GYN.
4. Someone who you've spent one of the funnest nights of your life with.
Broward County Sheriff's Deputies. No joke.
5. Someone whose posts you always get excited to see.
In no particular order: Shyra, Loren, Madge, Luna, Jules, Jason, Shannon, Sammie, Kami, Kat ,Bobby, Zelle, Lara, Lisa....just too many to list.
6. Someone who seems very adventurous.
Paris Hilton's OB/GYN. Fucker is B-R-A-V-E.
7. Someone you're a big secret fan of.
The sadistic bastard that told Pauly Shore to get into movies. THAT is cruelty I can never HOPE to match.
8. Someone who you think you'd be closer with if you didn't live so far apart.
85% of My friends list, and possibly Tom Arnold.
9. Someone you want to stay up all night talking to.
The leprechauns in My head that tell Me to burn things.
10. Someone who can look after children.
John Wayne Gacy.
11. Someone who underestimates their beauty.
FAR too many of the women I know.
12. A beauty.
Beauty was a horse....
13. Someone who you know in real life but who still seems mysterious.
My butcher. Just kinda creeps Me out the way he looks at stray dogs... want a steak?
14. Somone who seems like the life of the party.
Zelle. She could have a good time at an insurance seminar that was also selling timeshares.
15. Someone who has great aesthetic taste.
My mirror. Its overflowing with such beauty every time I look at it just before it shatters...
16. Someone who you once had a falling out with but are happy to have patched things up.
My conscience.
17. Someone who you often disagree with but still like very much.
SHANTWAT-HANDS DOWN. I think were too much alike. Including cock size.
18. Someone who underestimates their talent.
April, Bobby, Lara, Arvid.
19. Someone whose photography makes you think/feel.
Bobby, Zelle.
20. Someone who has a unique view on life.
The dead.
21. Someone who you don't think knows how much they mean to you.
Shyra, Jylie,and so many more.
22. Someone who has been through hell and keeps on trucking.
The guy who delivers food to Sally Struthers, and Loren.
23. Someone who seems tough on the outside but you know is gentle on the inside.
Hitler. Obviously a tormented teddy bear who just needed a hug...
24. Someone you wish would post more.
Loren,Steph, Jules, Sam, Luna, April.
25. Someone whose accomplishments you admire.
Mike Tyson's sensitivity trainer.
26. Someone who has a better vocabulary than you.
Don King.
27. Someone whose musical tastes match your own.
Chris, Madge, Shyra, Christian, John, Nico, Kat.
28. Someone who seems good at seduction.
Ted Bundy.
29. Someone you'd like to have make you dinner.
Jeffery Dahlmer.
30. Someone who has helped you when you were at your lowest.
Jesus. My mexican gardener...not THAT one.
THERE YA HAVE IT.
Anyone that takes offense to these needs a clue....MEANWHILE-
Alot of you are comfortable lurking ,both here AND there....and damnit I want INTERACTION from you.
Yeah I know-I'm a shameless fucking whore.
I don't really give a fat rat's ass.
What ARE My options....well....let's see....
SEX always sells...
CA$H always gathers interest....
(Why is cash for sex illegal,anyway...?)
Hmmn....Maybe a ca$h award for the sexiest display of the SIN Magazine logo..?
Hmmn.....
Y'know, that might be a workable thing.
I mean, jabs always made a big deal about getting women to write 'balls' on their tits for him, and he didn't give them anything for it....but I don't operate like that dude. I have to give back as good as I get.
And since writing women's name all over My cock isn't really an option, what to do?
Got any suggestions for Me folks?
I'm lookin' for input here.
I'll respond in the morning-ish...
;-)
Night folks.
Currently
listening
:
Off the Deep End
By
Weird Al Yankovic
Release date: 1992-04-14
All about Positive Attitude? ..Well...FUCK-A-YOU-YOU.
Current mood: awake
Category: Life
Mornin' Folks.
It's apparently ALL about attitude....right?
Well, let's see.... MY attitude has gotten Me exactly, um, what?
Starting almost 2 weeks ago, it got Me talked down to by a "peer" or 3... then yelled at almost continually for another few days, during which I was actually having CHEST PAINS and NOSEBLEEDS. THEN, after attempting a more positive train of thought ,hoping that SOME of My good karma would come back to Me, saturday evening, I get this the roof in My new home pouring rain onto My belongings as if there was a spigot in the attic.
Lovely, no?
NO.
I lost the entire 13-page handwritten (in felt tip pen unfortunately) timeline which I will need to replicate for My pending legal issues... well, wtf, it only took Me a little over 2 weeks last time, so why not?
But WAIT-it gets BETTER!!
While lying on My back the other night, after opening the back up on one of My TWO waterlogged Ampeg SVTIII Bass Amplifiers (the combo w/ the 18" speaker), the boys come charging through the house, playing tag-to which end, My oldest decides to stomp on My sac, completely flat-footed. I lose My breath, sit up sharply, crack My head on the board, then crack the back of it on the magnet on aforementioned 18" speaker. "GOOOOOOO" was all I could finally manage to say, though in just a harsh whisper.
Thank GAWD he is out of his phase of always wearing cowboy boots...
You want MORE???
The next morning, I go out to register the boys for their new school, and get the paperwork rolling on the temporary benefits I will need until My S.S.D. -afterwards, I stop for a cuppa and decided to do a balance check through the ATM, which showed Me at a NEGATIVE balance.
(Screams of unimaginable frustrations inside My head, which is on the verge of splitting wide open in a full-blown conniption fit,complete with molten lava flowing from My eyeballs).
Seems that in one of My TWO online purchases, My account got "phished"-effectively WIPING OUT MY GODDAMNED BANK ACCOUNT, with utility bills a-comin' due.
(FULL-ON PANIC MODE, quelled only by 2 shots of Jamisons & 1 shot of Jim Beam).
Well, FORTUNATELY, I have an INCREDIBLY cool and cooperative bank that understands these things-so, I will get My bill money back within 10 business days.
And a new debit/ATM card, , etcetera.
SO, let's review My last two weeks:
Rage-fueled arguments resulting in chest pains/nosebleeds.
Roof pouring water onto a vast majority of both personal posessions AND important paperwork.
Ballsac stomped like grapes in napa valley.
Head cracked like a ping-pong ball.
Bank account (temporarily) emptied.
So, umm, yeah. I've had kind of a negative attitude as of late.
Go fig.
And how's life treatin' YOU? I wanna know-good, bad, indifferent, funny or just plain ludicrous. Let's discuss, shall we?
ANYtwat.....
In My SIN MAGAZINE blog today, I decided to conclude My 2-parter from two weeks ago. Yeah, that's right-the "N(expletive deleted for you overly sensitive folks as well as the WAY oversensitive elderly) Music" blog... though, not in quite the way you might imagine. After all the outrage, argument, and debate which ended in a VERY negative way (though I DO appreciate all of the support you guys gave Me-you're the fuckin' BEST), I figured I would approach the SECOND part of your music history education a bit more...diplomatically. So. show Me some positive energy, some love and support and click HERE PLEASE to go read and watch and comment-and ask Me as many questions as you want to. As always, I will answer each and every one as factually and honestly as I can.
MEANwhile.enjoy a little bit o' "N"-music on Me, courtesy of BODY COUNT.
BOOYAH Muffukkas!!!!
Currently
listening
:
Body Count
By
Body Count
Release date: 1992-10-06
N**ger Music.Yes you read it right.
Current mood: irritated
Category: Music
Morning Folks!!
Happy Fucking Friday!!
Well, before I get out and out attacked for the title of My latest SIN MAGAZINE blog, allow Me to share a small portion of an I.M. conversation between Myself and a former aquaintence who recently added Me on MySpazz that I had a little bit of a disagreement with before I deleted his stupid ass.
Now, keep in mind-I will NOT reveal his name, etc.-but I WILL say that he used to see Me pull up to gigs in Ft. Lauderdale & Miami,South Beach, etc. on My motorcycle, with 2 basses on My back in bandoleer fashion,so he did know I was a biker as well-and just for this weekend, he has been removed from My 'blocked' list. The conversation was about My disdain for most musicof the last 10years, and the rare exceptions to that:
Brain Dead Redneck: (known as BDR from this point on)I kinda like Kid Rock's stuff...I just dont like it when he does that nigger rap shit in his songs.
Me: Excuse Me?
BDR: Well, he's got some cool sounding shit but he ruins it with that nigger shit.
Me: Just how fucking stupid ARE you BDR??
BDR: ...huh?
Me: WTF do you mean "that nigger shit"-its fucking music. Its fucking ROCK 'N' ROLL music, you fucking mugwump. Where do you thinkRock 'N' Roll CAME from anyway??
BDR: You need to watch your fuckin' mouth.
Me: No-FUCK you you fucking idiot. You need to just take Me off your friend list and off your contact list here too. I dont have time for a fucking narrow minded asshole like you.I dont do well with bigots.
BDR:I thought you liked guitar music. Arent you a biker?
Me: YEAH I'm a biker-what does that have to do with anything?
BDR: and youre gonna call me a bigot?
Me; Youre fucking kidding Me right??
BDR: huh?
Me: Rock 'N' Roll was BLACK MUSIC, YOU ASSHOLE-LONG before white people ever played it. And since when does beinga biker or playing loud guitar music make ANYONE a fucking racist??
I'll spare you the entirety of the conversation...but this was what spurred Me to write this and next week's article on SIN MAGAZINE ONLINE.
So, if YOU are narrow minded and fucking ignorant, feel free to ignore the article there, AND to blow Me off here as well. However, if you want to learna little more about Rock Music in ALL of its many forms-Metal, Punk, Rockabilly, Psychobilly-it ALL ties together,people-well, thenclick the link I am inserting below here and read up on the history, and see a small thread of how it ALL ties together, withvideo proof!!
"Remember that words, in and of themselves, are not bad or dangerous. It's the intentions of the racist fucks USING the words in those contexts that's bad"-George Carlin
Forgive Me for this..I'm 11 beers in right now, but this IS the exact way I feel right this moment...and I have for awhile now. It just needs to be expressed. Feel free to ignore, since you can't comment it anyway.
I’m BACK and I’m IN A FUCKIN MOOD
Current mood: rejuvenated
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
G'dafternoon Folks. (sounds like one word, may as well be,right?)
First thing, I want to say thank you for all the calls, messages, texts, etc that I got the last 3 weeks while I was busting My ass moving Mine and My kids' lives.
SO-ANYfuck...the last 3 weeks have been a SERIOUS fucking clusterfuck...but good,too. I'm moved from flori-duhh, My house is set up completely, and I'm fuckin exhausted.
We started with a 28-hour drive, leaving saturday afternoon rather than saturday morning (long story)with a 2-hour stop on the side of I-95 for a nice nap in North Carolina, after driving all FUCKIN day in the rain... Got to the new place sunday evening around 6-ish, which My dear friend The RAVING LUNA-TIC had already begun setting up for Me and the boys. Our furniture was all delivered on saturday, and she went out and got us our basics for the night-linens, some food, etc.,and thus the first week of hilarity ensued. Monday.everything came out of the truck and the trailer, and I spent the next week going through and figuring out what was what...
HOWEVER-with the exception of hooking up My home theater system and sorting through ALL of My paperwork (for My various legal entanglements, lawsuits, etc.),My house is finally set up...in just 11 days,no less. I've got really nice furniture, almost all brand new, My house in immaculately clean (you could EAT offa these floors,baby), a small army of guitars and basses in My living room on display, a short wall of amps in My bedroom just WAITING to terrify My neighbors, two open-air enclosed porches for Me to smoke on (NO cigarettes in the house,thank you), a large finished basement that the boys are running like mad on their skateboards in (practicing to break something vital, I'm sure)...so what could POSSIBLY be aggrevating Me,you wonder?
Who else?
The other night,My family got a visit from the Levy County sherriff's office. Seems a woman called, terribly concerned about " the health, welfare, and well being of the children in the residence".
GIMMEAFUCKINBREAK.
I know that I may not have a "normal" household by any stretch (how many heterosexual men are as obsessed over a clean house as I am?....*crickets chirping*....shaddap.) but My kids health and well being are ALWAYS taken care of before ANYTHING else.
So...I called.
She answered.
I told her that she needed to check her E-mail, and pay attention-she sent the cops to harass Me at the WRONG PLACE. Boy was she pissed off. See, she got served for the divorce/custody case back on the 24th of june....and here I was hoping it wouldve been today (her b-day lol)...but seems she doesnt havethe money to hire her own lawyer in the state of florida,where it is ALL going to take place (I havent been a resident here long enough yet)-hmmn...maybe you or your deadbeat loser boyfriend should get jobs, instead of living 'off of the system'?
In any case, I got to tell her to hire her own attorney,and that any and all contact between us from this point on WILL ONLY be through My attorney. I got the cash to fly back and forth a few times to get this mess all finished up I got My kids. They ARE happy, healthy, active, making friends,and excelling in school.
She is bent over the fence this time. And for the first time in MANY years, I'm enjoying it.
HOWEVER.
Why the fuck do I have SO much trouble reaching My $300 an hour attorney??
I understand, I am not the only case...but for THAT kind of money, can't I get a LITTLE bit better service,huh?
It shouldnt take Me 3 days to get ahold of SOMEbody at their office for that kind of cash...
I'm goin' nuckin' futs, I swear it...
ANYTwat: GET YOUR ASSES OVER TO SIN MAGAZINE ONLINE and check out the LAST of My 'request' series on ANTHRAX-Next Week, I start the punk history lesson and teach ALL of you people exactly how it ties together with Metal for the last 40 years-SO DON'T MISS THAT EITHER!!
***CLICK HERE*** to show Me some on SIN-and while you're there, say Hi to the rest of the SIN Crew, and tell 'e, that I sent you there!!
And HAVE A GREAT FUCKING WEEKEND!!
Currently
listening
:
Static Age
By
Misfits
Release date: 1997-07-15
Bagging these fucking TAGS & HITTING THE ROAD!!
Current mood: nervous
Category: Friends
ALRIGHT, you dirty fuckers-it's FINALLY FUCKIN' FRIDAY!!!
I WOULD be ecstatic about it, but I have to finish packing up My life, visit My lawyer ONE MORE TIME, and see some beloved friends tonight before hightailing it the everlovin' fuck OUT of this godforsaken, mickey mouse-ruled swamp of central florida tomorrow morning.
And, in ADDITION, two of you have TAGGED Me. True, the first one, I volunteered for WEEKS ago, from the lovely Chelle My Belle -but the one from ~Knights Queen~ ? Well, that was just plain mean,really-but still cool. Let Me explain:
With Chell's tag, I have to find 10 things I love that begin with the letter D. You wouldn't think that would be so damned difficult...(Ooo,look-2 D's!)
K.Q.'s tag,though-well....ALL of you get to ask Me ANY QUESTION YOU WANT TO, and I have to answer it honestly. BUT-the rules state that I ONLY HAVE TO ANSWER THE TEN THAT I WANT TO ANSWER!!!
Ya know what?
Fuck that.
I'll answer them. All. Honestly. As long as they do not violate the privacy of anyone I care about, the answers will ALL be yours. If they require an answer about some douchebag I cant STAND,though-THOSE, I'll answer,too!
FIRST: Chelle's D-tag.
I had to find ten D's that I love...well, I did My best, but My brain is the equivalent of deep-fried pudding on a stick right now (quite the tasty visual, eh?)-so, My ten are some of My favorite People from MySpazz -deal with it.
1) Dodinsky. Truly an amazing poet, and one of the kindest souls you could ever meet.
2 ) Do * Right. Another wonderful and giving person I met through Myspazz. The world would definitely be poorer without her in it.
3) Deana Damnit. If you are on MySpazz and DON'T love Deana Damnit, you either don't know her, have not met her, or you are a neo nazi pigfucker that should be stabbed through the colon with a rusty length of razorwire.
4) Deb, The SINful Intellectual. Sexy, sassy, and a complete smartass. Subscribe to her page, so you can see who she is offending in her latest sexy SIN blogs every wednesday. Offer her cash, jewelry, or to bear her love child. NOTHING shakes her up!!
5) Dirty Sally. One of My FAVORITE bloggers and sweetest friends on here. NOT just because she has a 'thing' for Bass Players, either...she also likes rugby players!!
6) Daryl Horner. The lovely and talented leading lady of the Verbally Vicious comedy group out of Minnesota,and ALSO the boss of 2V Entertainment, This man is SINGLE HANDEDLY going to bring comedy for adults to new heights. Or, rot in jail for being such a forward-thinking, outspoken pothead that likes to piss off da po-lice.
7) Danielle. Truly the glue that holds the V.V. crew together, albeit by the skin of her teeth. Gawd Bless'er, she puts up with Daryl, Josh, and gawd knows WHO else, and keeps them alive and functioning (ish).
8) Doug Stone. Funny as all fuck. AND has the stamp of approval from Daryl Horner's 2V entertainment. Check him out, or he will come to your house and stay there.
9) Deviant Diva ...what's in a name? Check her out!! NOW,fuckers!!
10) Day Walker. Sweet,Fresh, and fun, I got to spend 'quality time' with her in the back of a crowded van in New York City. And like a fucking retard, I was a gentleman the whole time.
Now, I want you to click ALL of their links, and add/subscribe to them, and tell 'em all that ♠Bobby Ramone♠ sent you there!!
TECHNICALLY, this is where I SHOULD tag 10 more of you...but, much like a woman's natural sex drive, this tag DIES AT MY TOUCH.
NOW, ON TO ~Knight's Queen~ ~L~'s tag...ask away,people!! I'll be back on here sunday night/monday morning to answer ALL of your questions!!
MEANWHILE, *CLICK HERE* and check out My blog at SIN MAGAZINE ONLINE to see part 2 of the history of one of THE Greatest Metal Bands of ALL TIME-IRON MAIDEN!!
Enjoy This Video from their 2000 album, Brave New World-then GO LEAVE ME LOTS OF LOVE @ SIN MAGAZINE ONLINE!!
HAVE AN AMAZING FUCKIN' WEEKEND!! PEICE!!
Currently
listening
:
Everything Sucks
By
Descendents
Release date: 1996-09-24
My LAST peace (piece?) of Pussy
Current mood: listless
Category: Pets and Animals
Sorry about the lateness of the blog-moving out of state is eating all of My time lately!!
I went to south florida a couple of weeks ago to finally see My baby. Unfortunately, at almost ten years of age, she is no longer a people-friendly baby...but I digress.
I went there friday afternoon after My lunch with the lovely,charming and amazing Zelle (LuvYa Doll!!!). I approached the cage with more than a little bit of caution,and there she was, lovely as ever.
She was as playful and sweet as ever-but not safe to be IN the cage with, as she is now a fully grown 500 lb adult tiger...even her trainers don't go inside with her alone anymore unless she has been sedated.
Still lovely though..and I DID get alot of enjoyment and peace from the visit. There's a sense of spiritual peace that I only get from being by her in the flesh-even if she DID look at Myself and My brother as meatballs with legs.
I did get to pet her and scratch her throug hthe fence-but as an adult tiger, being allowed to be her bad ass and wild self with no restraints, I was hardly going to risk being the main course for her. All in all though? Definitely the fix I needed for My broken spirit-and DEFINITELY the best pussy I'll have in My heart for many, many years to come.
Now, HERE'S the part where I get all 'Jerry Lewis' on your asses...this sanctuary is a SAFE HAVEN where the tigers and ANY OTHER animals on the premises (bear cubs, cougar cubs, baby raccoons, etc.) are well cared for, and allowed to still BE wild animals, even with the human touch given to raising them healthy. They NEED your help to stay functioning though, so that your children and THEIR children can still see these magnificent creatures, that are being hunted and killed, or mistreated in circuses,etc.-so DIG INTO YER FUCKIN' POCKETS ALREADY YOU CHEAP BASTARDS-IF I CAN DO IT SO CAN YOU!!! Even $5 in a check or money order from you each would go a LONG way to help them all. And if you mail it directly, you WILL be recieving a personal thank you letter from Victoria (the owner of the sanctuary), and become a welcome member of their family.
Go to the picture of the GORGEOUS babe on My front page and click it-(Its the babe sitting there with the redhead lol)-and that will take you to an external link that will lead you right to the donation portion of their website.
GIVE A LITTLE BIT,PEOPLE!! THANK YOU!!!
I'll be back to answer the two outstanding 'tags' I have on friday morning,before I hit the road-see you all then, and thank you!!
Apologies for My abscence the last week. It's been non-stop gogogogo for the last 9 days, and for at least the next 10...and frankly, it's wearing Me the FUCK down-but I WILL respond to My last week's worth of comments and messages after I get back to florida this evening-so Thank You for all bearing with Me!!!
I'm feeling a bit introspective and kinda moody this morning. In the whirlwind of the last 9 days, I have come to a few conclusions. First, that time IS My enemy. I got to: Meet a MySpazz friend in the flesh, see some OLD friends, play with a BEAUTIFUL tiger, replace some old guitars, play with My old bandmates, have a few drinks and laughs here and there that I likely won't get to have again. On the flipside of that, I got My new truck My new bikes,My next home (rental), 4 new savings accounts for the boys,and I'm heading to a new town where I only know a handful of people-but it has all gone SO damned fast, I've hardly had time to enjoy ANY of it.
The other conclusion? I've wasted far too much time, and I have far too litte left to waste. I'm far past My 'peak' (not sexually thank gawd,but generally speaking), meaning My best years are basically behind Me as I wasted SO many of them being miserable and unhappy...Now, I'm no longer the 'goal', but the conslation prize (think about it...that's a serious play on words for those who know Me). I'm reaching the point in My life where My chidren's accomplishments are going to be My main focus-to live vicariously through them,until I am through raising them both. After that, whatever's left is Mine to ejoy.
Ain't time just about a motherfucker?
Every move I make over the next NINE FUCKING YEARS ahs to be al about My kids...then I get to persue My own personal hapiness. Don't get Me wrong, this isn't some 'por little Me' bullshit... I mean, I DO have My own selfish enjoyments: My motorcycles, My guitars, My weights, the heavybag I'll be hanging in My basement, My tattoos, My blogging here and on the SIN website, My 'online' life and friends...but it just doesn't seem to be much in the 'real' world that will be all just Mine or at least FOR Me....
Yeah...time AIN'T on My fuckin' side lately,that's for fuckin' sure!
Do you guys ever get that same feeling-like you've lost your chance fr personal fulfillment? That all you can do for the forseeable future is to live for/through your kids, or someone else? Am I being selfish in wanting My own small bit of happiness that's just for Me? I'm honestly curious.MEANWHILE, I had to take a week's break in between My Iron Maiden retrospective-but there IS a brand new blog on the SIN Magazine Online website-and you can click RIGHT FUCKIN 'HERE to read it,and leave Me a comment on it. I WILL be online late tonight,and tomorrow and sunday responding to ALL comments both here AND there-so come answer My questions here, and show Me some love over there as well!!
And HAVE A GREAT FUCKIN' WEEKEND Folks!!
(My photoblog w/ Isis (My tiger) will be up on monday-be sure to check it out!!)
Just Lucky I guess...Asshole.
Current mood: annoyed
Category: amused Goals, Plans, Hopes
G'mawnin Folks!!
Well, here I sit in south flori-duhh,sleepless for 28 hours and counting.
Why?
I get to go have lunch and meet a favorite MySpace friends today, AND play in My favorite tiger's cage today...!
Alot of people have been asking Me recently if I feel that My recent "life changes" have made up for everything I lost last year. A conversation I had last night with the bouncer at My favorite pub:
Dumfuck-Nice ride bro.
Me-Thanks.
Dumbfuck-What did that set you back?
Me-(disclosed cost)
Dumbfuck-dude, gettin' hurt was the best thing that coulda happened to you. Look at all you can get and do now.
Me-Unless of course, you ask Me to return to the work I know, or maybe ask Me to see or read ANYTHING with My fuckin' left eye... yeah,bozo, I'm fucking set.
ASSHOLE.
Dont get Me wrong now-I AM enjoying spoiling Myself JUST a little....
What kind of fucking idiot makes a statement like that?????
SO NOW-I want YOU to tell ME the DUMBEST FUCKING STATEMENT you have ever heard escape someone's lips?
COME ON, TELL ME!! I NEED A LAUGH DAMMIT!!!
Meanwhile- Why dont all of you who voted here last week go check out My blog on the SIN website by *CLICKING RIGHT HERE* and LEARN SOME HEAVY METAL HISTORY!!!
I'll be around and back and forth all weekend long-so lets see some love!!
LET THERE BE ROCK
Current mood: evil
Category: Music
GOOD MORNING PEOPLES!!
It was 1978. My cousins and I were all at My grandparent's house, and there was a general consensus to 'get rid of the kids for awhile'-so, My cousin Kevin told Me to come up and check out this new band that nobody had EVER heard of. So,I went upstairs with My brother, My uncle and My cousins and he put on this record called 'Powerage', with the image of some strange looking guy with electricity running through his obviously burning body -and I was INSTANTLY fascinated. 'Rock 'N' Roll Damnation' was the first song. By the end of side one, the track 'Riff Raff' had Me completely hooked.
Though I was to discover Punk Music shortly after this, I was always a HUGE fan of this band-which was acceptable because they were the one 'metal' band that even the PUNKS loved-Lots of raw energy, simplistic music which seemingly STILL has barely changed even now, and just out and out POWER!!!
That's ALL the introduction you're gonna get from Me on THIS , one of the most highly requested "History Lessons" I am going to teach you all this summer!! Now, I want you all to leave Me a comment and some kufos in THIS blog telling Me the very first time YOU ever heard the band-and then *CLICK* THIS LINK RIGHT FUCKING HERE to read up on the formation and Early history of AC/DC!!!!
I'll be off and on here AND there replying to your comments all weekend long-so ENJOY!!
Currently
listening
:
Blood Brothers
By
Rose Tattoo
Release date: 2007-02-26
What happens when it IS too loud??
Current mood: curious
Category: Music
Hey Folks!
I read a pretty funny blog from Vyktar yesterday, describing what happens when you 'know' you're getting too old for rock/metal concerts. ( If you can't read the blog, go add him HERE and tell him that ♠Bobby Ramone♠ pimped his psuedo-lupine ass OUT to you. )
OBVIOUSLY, that got Me thinking. Now, in the last two original bands I was in, My lead guitarist, The inimitable fashion disaster known as Blakki Wayne was a bit older than Me, and alot older than MANY of our audience, as well as the other bands we played with-yet his performances were so loud, so energetic and flamboyant that it was a common occurence to see a mosh pit full of kids aged 18 to 30-ish all completely exhausted and spent from just one of our 40 minute shows. And I Myself, while in Rocket To Russia, made it a normal practice to play 'energy vampire', giving the crowds 100% raw energy and fury, and taking their energy and feeding it right back to them ten times over until I nearly had to be carried out of the venues, and in a few cases, was!! We were regularly dreaded by other bands, simply because they could not keep up with us-our musicianship, our speed, our volume, and our intensity. We regularly DUSTED these fucking kids, and left them wondering "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT"?!?!?!?
Now, the last live show I performed, I was 36 years old, and already a diabetic that survived a full renal shutdown and a septic coma. I used to have to tape the guitar picks to My thumb and forefinger until I regained fine motor control-but we NEVER missed a show, and we NEVER left an audience (particularly in Miami and South Beach) unsatisfied-even less than two weeks after I got out of My coma and had to sit on a barstool while playing.
So, when do you think it's time to pack it in?
Is there a certain age that you feel people should just ' grow up'?
What about the performers out there AND the audience that are in their late 30s, 40s, hell, 50s that still want to go out and have that rush, either from performing or participating in the audience?
What IS "too old"?
Do you think it's about age, or is it more the mentality?
I WANNA KNOW!!!!!
While you're all contemplating this, along with as many derogatory 'old man' comments as you can think of, go check out My New 151 PROOF METAL Guest Blog-This week's history lesson is on Horror-Punk legends THE MISFITS!!!! Click RIGHT HERE to see some KICK ASS Classic Punk video, and learn a little something about that really cool T-shirt you bought years ago without having any fucking CLUE who or what it represented-YOU know the one!!
And enjoy this live clip of METALLICA covering the song that caused the resurgence in The MISFITS popularity!!
♠Bobby Ramone♠
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Currently
listening
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Damaged
By
Black Flag
Release date: 1990-10-25
What I have to teach You, My Son. (Friends Only-Sorry.)*Comments Closed*-Thank you all.
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
Howdy Folks!
Well, after a week from hell and some time with a friend, I am going to be on here very sparingly through the next couple of days, just taking care of My life in general....but most importantly, The 18th is ALSO Steven's 9th birthday.
It's hard to believe that it's been 9 years since he came out, kicking ,screaming, and almost wriggling out of the midwife's grasp, around 7 years since I had to give him CPR until his body stopped convulsing from a sudden and unexplained high fever (while the hex stood there going 'omigodomigodomigod'-so much for her "lifeguard training and certification"), 5 years since his very first ride on Daddy's motorcycle with him, and nearly 3 full years since I couldn't be out of his sight without him panicing that I would leave too.....
It's been a wonderful 9 years, knowing and raising this smart, funny, handsome,sarcastic and sometimes just a little TOO cocky human being-and I would give anything some days to live every second of it over and over again until I'm 100, keeping him under the age of 14 the whole time. When I am down, I get a running tackle from him, My own personal 'cuddlebug' as I've called him since he was 2. When he's down, he always comes right to Me and jumps sideways on My lap just to tell Me what's wrong, or to ask if he can talk to his special friend on My computer to make it all feel better.
Now, I did the standards, of course-got the list of toys/games/etc. as told to his uncle (who still plays these same games, collects the same kinds of toys, etc.) and went as all-out as I could. His cards from his great grandparents are here, along with his card/gift from his Nana in AZ., and of course the card/gift from his 'special friend' in My PC is here. Nothing from his mother or half brother (insert massive shock here)(but not really), but the gifts from the family are all here and waiting...but I want to do more for him. Problem being, until this week upcoming, I am buh-roke..so what else? His cake,etc. are all taken care of. Well, I guess I could give him some advice...isn't that something Dads are supposed to do for their children ?
It is,right?
Cool!
Wait...
Well, what if the Dad is a total fuck-up in most other areas of his life?
What the hell can a son learn from a Dad like that that will make any real difference in his life?
I don't know either-but, let's give it a try.
"Dear Steven:
Today, on your 9th (going on 24th) birthday, I want to try to impart some small tokens of wisdom upon you that may or may not come into play throughout your lifetime, and help you in times of need.
Above ALL else, always have and behave with Honor. It may seem like a very outdated concept to far too many, but it will keep your spirit noble and whole. With Honor, there are never regrets.
Treat those around you, no matter who they are to you, with honor and initial respect. Wait until they earn disrespect before you treat them with such.
When you're in school, you have to treat it like a job. NO, your job there is not to see how long it takes you to reduce a teacher to tears for their inferior psychology as compared to yours-but to learn, to excel, to achieve, and to do better for YOU. To strive to soak up as much information as you can, so when you are no longer IN school, you'll never have to risk becoming like Me...but only in the sense that you can work SMART instead of HARD. It's not that working in a white collar job isn't hard-but it won't break your body the way the working that I've done has to Me.
Don't ever let someone try to tell you that you are wrong when you know you are right-but give them every reasonable opportunity to prove it before you prove THEM wrong.
Win humbly-but lose with more dignity.
Girls ARE all icky cootie-farms that turn men's brains to mush-PERIOD. But, when they're finally not anymore, never hurt them. Never raise your hand to them in anger, because that's the act of a weak coward. Treat them with honor, with respect, with humor, with tenderness, but have fun with them too! And when that 'one' comes along finally? Don't lose her. Be everything she needs you to be-but don't suffocate her. Be her partner, her lover, her friend, her strength, her smile, her soulmate, her confidant, her playmate, her partner in crime, even-and she will be all these things to you, too.
But remember that if you ever have sex before you turn 18, your penis will shrink up like a stack of dimes....(Dads perogative-SHUT IT,CRITICS).
When you're with a girl, never lie to her and NEVER EVER CHEAT on her. It's cruel and NEVER unavoidable. If you aren't happy with the girl you're with, be a Man and tell her the truth. Leave before you move on to another. At least she will always remember you as a Man of honor, even if she thinks you have lousy taste in women.
The only things that I swear you can rely on in this life are as follows: Me,your Father. Your money,and the skills with which you manage it. And MOST IMPORTANTLY-Yourself. Money gets spent/wasted/stolen or lost. I won't be here forever. You're not your brother's responsibility, either. And even with a woman- believe Me son, they will turn and runs sometimes, but especially when you need them most. You learned that lesson in a much harder way than most, I know- but even when they swear they love you as their soulmate, their one and only, their earth and stars and sun and moon, ALWAYS remember that they ARE only human, and therefor flawed. Not all of them, but many (and yes, in My case, all). If you don't rely on anyone other than yourself, you will appreciate the outside help you get even more.
Be there for your friends. Not just your drinking buddies, or the guys you shoot pool with, or those idiots you'll probably meet in high school and college that plan to have their parents pay for their lives until they turn 30-but the friends that are there for you....when your car breaks down at 2 am, or when your heart is broken at any time. The ones that are always there whenever you just need a friend-they are family as well...They are the family we get to choose.
Always think before you act, about the consequenses your actions could have. Not just on you, but on others. Always try, however, to know when not to hesitate.
Steven, we're about to start a whole new chapter of our lives in a place far from where we've been, and we'll be doing it largely on our own. Yes, there WILL be a few of My (and your) friends around, but it is mostly just going to be Us-Me,You,and Robert. We have to work together, as a team, in order to achieve the kind of lives we want-full of fun, good memories, good friends, and a solid foundation. The same we have had together, but more stable, more certain. I hope that I can help build a future for you both that you'll remember fondly, and tell your own sons about someday. To finally be the ones that succeed when all of these obstacles are in our way.
I'm going to break the mold that's been set for us all. And from there, it's all going to be up to you boys to decide on the kind of life you will have. And no matter what you decide you want to be when you're grown up and ready-be it a Doctor, a politician, a pro wrestler, a *shudders* lawyer, a small businessman, a stockbroker, a real estate aent, WHATEVER- I am going to do whatever it takes to achieve your own dreams. That by itself will help Me achieve the last one I have for Myself.
I love You,Steven. Don'tcha fergit it nun, either...or I'mma SMACK yo head, boy!!
Love,
Dad
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You guys have a WONDERFUL sunday. I have a bunch of gifts to finish wrapping up now...I'll be on later today, off and on-but it's full-on 'Daddytime'.
******Thank You EVERYONE for all the comments and kudos-Steven had a GREAT first time MySpace experience. You guys are the best!!!******
Currently
listening
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Let It Be
By
The Beatles
Release date: 1990-10-25
I WANT YOUR MONEY, PEOPLE. NO JOKE. GIMME.*Opened for Comments now*
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
I figure out of the 210 people that are subscribed to Me, at least 50-75 of you really "know" Me. I don't have alot of 'causes' per se, but one of My biggest has and will always be helping My friends.
Everyone knows that I am a huge smartass ,that I pimp out all My friends at SIN, Poets, comedians, etc-and that I am also very true to My friends.
I just reconnected with a friend very close and dear to My heart that I haven't spoken to in over a year. I have been so absorbed in My own bullshit that I have neglected to stay in tuch with many good people in My life. This woman, Victoria Canzonetta, touched My life many years ago. I met her when she came out to do fundraising at the annual SFPC Toys in the Sun Motorcycle Run in south florida back in 2002. She owns and operates Destiny Big Cat Sanctuary, which you can check out by clicking HERE Please . What they do is rescue big cats-Tigers, Lions, etc.-so that our children will still be able to see these magnificent animals and hopefully future generations as well. Now, a little back story.
When I met this wonderful woman, I was pulling bodyguard duty for the band Godsmack at the toy run. She was an absolute joy to be around, and she and I became friends. Well, I was invited to the holiday party at the sanctuary to watch these beautiful animals romping in the artificial snow, playing with their caregivers, etc.-and I got to know the people that run the sanctuary and really see first hand what they are doing. I was invited back to bring My family to celebrate an early Christmas with her family-Her staff members and the cats. To this day ,that is My boys first truly wonderful Christmas memory. Not only did she go out of her own pocket in a mad way-but they got to experience the wonder and beauty of these magnificent beasts-petting them, watching them in awe with absolutely no fear. To this day, they STILL have the stuffed tigers from her that they named after the tigers at the sanctuary.
Well, to the chase. The sanctuary has fallen on some pretty har times economically, much like everyone else under the Bush economy that wasn't wealthy to begin with. Through illnesses and other catastrophic events, many of the big cats are no longer alive-but they are literally holding on by a thread there. There are only 2 women left caring for the remaining cats, Tawny and My baby, Isis.
I call her MY baby because she is the ONLY female whose name and image are tattooed on My body (left bicep, nearest side to My heart). I have felt a spiritual bond with her since the first time I met her-petting her, playing with her, and yes, even feeding her by hand.
Now, as big as Victoria and Kelly's hearts are, and as hard as they work around the clock taking good care of these animals, and allowing people to see and meet these beautiful creatures, love and intention does not easily feed and care for them. So, I am here with My hand out.
To you. My friends. My lurkers and even My stalkers.
To ANYONE here that reads My crap here.
I want you to click this link HERE TO DONATE and help this beautiful person keep these magnificent animals cared for.
I have seen first hand how big the hearts of Many are on this site-so dont let Me down,now.
ANY amount you can spare-$5, $10, $20- NO donation is too little or too much.
I don't want comments or kudos on this one-I want YOU to help ME help out My friend. The work she is doing is not for profit, but for her tremendous love of her children. They just happen to be furred and have fangs and claws. Help her care for her children as much as she enriched the lives of My children and so very many others.
And of course-I want you to tell her that ?Bobby Ramone ? sent you there.
Just felt like sharing this-relax
Current mood: apathetic
Category: Blogging
Good Afternoon
So, a few eeks ago, I entered a poem or 4 in the SINful pen poetry contest. I lost hands down at an amazing difference to the dark poet VYKTAR, but I still had 2 entries I
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