Oh My Gods

tonight i went out....i mean went out. i needed this. it was good. i found someone else that understands what it is to devote themselves to "different" powers. it is a conversation that i hope will be continued at a later date. it was with a warrior and i hope i will have more insight in the coming days.

there is no rock, only battle!

trust, i know.

Ahhhh, Slow Bar

if you wake up in the morning with a tattoo of flaming dice on your neck, you might be a greaser.

if the cuff on your jeans is taller than your actual boots, you might be a greaser.

if the booth you and your friends were sitting in looks like the back of the couch post-soul-glow family in "coming to america," you might be a greaser.

if you think the song "viva las vegas" was originally done by the dead kenedys, you might be a greaser.

ahhh...slow bar.

Still Here...Still Wrong

i have been here, like you all think i am despondent!!! living the dream...loving my child and trying to hold onto what and who i might have been and who i was...it's not so hard when you have a partner of the caliber of mine! be assured i will not forget to tell you about the party with the team ducati racing boys, or the happy times i had at new places with little beans. i am just spent right now. i am not gone...i just will take more time in the future to make this a place of interest!

i'm trying!

rock on, ghost rider!

Fire

what is it about a five gallon vat of home made salsa...granted salsa that could take the paint off the hood of a car...that makes you want to continue eating it? i mean, i just powered through a half a bag of tortilla chips, my mouth burning the entire time, and i

could

not

stop

myself

from piling more and more of that beautiful smoldering rojo goodness onto my already blazing tounge! i've never understood how or why this compulsion takes me and forces me along such a masochistic path which i will return to in roughly 60 seconds.

maybe i'll ask my friend, the fish...he usually knows about such things!

Pickaxe Jaxson

the rajun cajun, randy jackson...one of my minions.

sitting in the local bar...well, not so local after an interview--and yes, of course you need to drink copious amounts of beer after such things. the discussion turned, as it sometimes does, to whipping ass. now i have been to the school of "hai-fucking-ya," and graduated with a degree in dropping the hammer...or, in the case of my elbow and forearm, the "axe." i've busted plenty of shit up with my elbows and forehead, but some folks are just not built for shiver-hits...like randy. he wants the axe, what he has is the pickaxe. visualize the difference.

so we had been doing shots of tuaca and decided to mix it up a bit...by dumping the shots into redbull. oddly enough, it was freaking delicious and went down far to easily. i'm sure there is a name for this drink already, but none of us knew what it was, so we named it ourselves. by royal decree, let the "pickaxe jaxson" forevermore be a tasty adult beverage to placate the masses!

Silly

i didn't make enough time in the studio yesterday, to make a recording of my singing prowess. everyone who knows me and/or has seen me in concert, knows it is at least something. when the cage-match progresses, you will all hear more. this sounds like great fun to me!

A Weekend Again

i am sitting in a bar and it is far too late for me to be out. it was a long day and i should call it, but the time at the rack here is proving to be extremely therapeutic. there is something about wi-fi in a bar--you know, goldshlager and crown royal brought to you whilst i surf all of your sites and play warcraft--it is an extremely beautiful thing. so there is drink-slinging post bobin on the morrow, then an early session in the studio 80 miles away, a ride back up to town for a family portrait at 4, then back down to the studio, then another bobin day, then to slinging drinks at 5 and GOOD GODS! sorry about the capitals and the bitching...i am just happy sitting here and hope you all treasure your sleep. fortunate for me, my beans is the most fabulous thing on the planet and is, as i write, holding down the fort while i have dinner and have a drink or two.

try this: at anyplace that actually serves bacon with anything on the menu, order 10+ pieces of bacon and a side of mayo. when it comes to you, simply throw the mayo on the floor and sink the bacon into your drink like celery in a bloody mary. if you are truly evil, order another side of mayo while smacking loudly with the bacon in your mouth--finish your drink, the bacon, always tip well and leave the mayo untouched. go further: tell the server that the mayo was fantastic, ask about a possible bacon special for future reference. smile sweetly, and skip out the door.

ahhh...the rockstardom...it makes me cry a little...one tear.

Drawn Out Day

so i work two jobs these days...well, not a full two, maybe one and a half. my half is doing the peripherals for the new place i'm opening up--you know, "find the contractor" and "wait for the materials." it's a *come in whenever you want* kind of situation that doesn't really require much of my time if i don't want to do it. the other job--full time--is the bobin. long days are made by that little man, but yet, i am really happy to spend the time with him. what i worry about is when i get two full-time jobs. what will i do? will i make it? will i make enough money for someone else to help me make it? fun stuff for sure. if i pull it off, the "rockstar" title will stick...really. i think the real challenge is smelling good throughout the whole experience.

but i am so tired, i'm sure i am not making any sense at all! :)

I've Finally Arrived

it has been a long time coming, and, well, i really have a lot of people to thank. first and foremost, mom, dad...you really made all this possible, james, travis and the gods for putting up with me...oh, there is just so many people, on this occasion--my first spam. can you even believe it? i've made it into the bloggersphere as a real honest-to-god member. yep...i said member.

oyster shooters for celebration!

When I Grow Up, I Want To Be Jack Palance

when i grow up, i want to be jack palance. that is all.

Dammit!

the world of warcraft is denying me entry. all i want is to rend and kill unsuspecting quillboars and zeverahs, but i am being shut down. i am now reduced to adult swim. not to mention daddy needs a new pair of green felt pimp-shoes and another pair of elvis sunglasses. that's right!

Jokenoke...

There once was a powerful Japanese emperor who needed a new chief Samurai. So, he sent out a declaration throughout the entire known world that he was searching for a chief. A year passed, and only three people applied for the very demanding position: a Japanese Samurai, a Chinese Samurai, and a Jewish Samurai.

The emperor asked the Japanese Samurai to come in and demonstrate why he should be the chief samurai. The Japanese samurai opened a matchbox, and out popped a bumblebee. Whoosh! went his sword. The bumblebee dropped dead, chopped in half.

The emperor exclaimed, "That is very impressive!" The emperor then issued the same challenge to the Chinese Samurai to come in and demonstrate why he should be chosen. The Chinese samurai also opened a matchbox and out buzzed a fly. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The fly dropped dead, chopped into four small pieces. The emperor exclaimed, "That is very impressive!"

Now the emperor turned to the Jewish samurai, and asked him to demonstrate why he should be the chief samurai. The Jewish Samurai opened a matchbox and out flew a gnat. His flashing sword went Whoosh! But the gnat was still alive and flying around.

The emperor, obviously disappointed, said, "Very ambitious, but why is that gnat not dead?" The Jewish Samurai just smiled and said, "Circumcision is not meant to kill."

-thanks, dad...i'll have the wing-sauce!

"It's Been A While"

since i posted recently. but all pop song titles aside, i have had a lot on my mind. i am in a constant state of hunting for employees, not to mention convincing every tom dick and harry that they need to come to a bar that does not yet exist! it will happen soon...i hope? anyone who has had to ride contractors will know what i mean. it is filthy trouble! "i will be there this day..." "where the fuck are they?" go figure, it is hard being a rockstar when there is no place to be a rockstar at! i am still positive, even though some asshole slashed three of my tires the other night...i don't have the disposable cash for that shit right now! but, rockstar is still the operative term.

keep staying filthy, sandiego!