rest in peace king of pop and charlie's hottest angel

A sad day in Hollywood. Farrah Fawcett, most famous for her role in Charlie's Angels, lost her battle with cancer. For some reason, this hits home for me. No, I've never lost anyone to cancer myself, but it hurts all the same. She was a hottie until the day she died. The King of Pop, Michael Jackson, suffered cardiac arrest and was pronounced dead this afternoon. A bizarre man, whom, in his lifetime, managed to transform himself from average African American male to one of the creatures from his most famous music video, Thriller, avoided allegations of molesting small boys, and built his own "Neverland". Despite his many...oddities, you have to respect the man. He changed pop music forever.

old habits die hard

I drove to your house, walked to your doorstep, and found myself unable to breathe. So, I turned around and left.

we're just animals

"All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others." - George Orwell It makes a hell of a lot of sense, no? I'm not talking humans slaughtering cows for food and how "wrong" that may or may not be. Fair or unfair, it's the food chain. Kid's gotta eat, right? But us, the human animals, we're all equal. Except for when it comes to the bullshit like our sexual orientation, race, and religion. Millions, if not billions, of people are persecuted on a daily basis based on factors that they cannot control. They are given different rules to abide by and different rights. And that, my friends, is pretty fucked up.

kissing is crazy

I spent my Saturday evening discussing kissing with NJani. The basic gist of the conversation goes something along the lines of: If you're kissing a bad kisser, it makes you a bad kisser as well. But does that mean that if you're kissing someone, and they're terrible, that they are bad at it and making you bad or are you bad at it and making them suck? Is it just a vicious, incurable cycle? I think that if you kiss the right person, regardless of how good or bad the kiss may be, it will feel right.

eight

It's been eight days, I figured I should say something. I have so much to write, but work early tomorrow morning and I promised myself I'd be asleep by one am. However, I really feel like getting out of bed and doing something stupid and adventurous.

when it rains, it pours

I love the rain. It's inspiring. It's calming. I just want to cuddle up with someone and watch movies or listen to music or write all day long. Oh, and never leave bed.

do-over

do-over. please and thank you. stupid, stupid, stupid.

t w o AM

I feel more broken but less shattered. I want nothing more than to sleep until the years end. I am empty and godless and I don't know what I am doing. I am happy. I am whole. I am a contradiction. It is two am and I cannot stop thinking about seeing John, lying there in that casket that looked to small for his body, his wife and daughter weeping over the lifeless lump that was once a husband, a father, and so much more to so many people. Why do we understand that life is short yet nobody seems to take advantage of the time that we have. So much wasted time. People and time and wasted space and places to be and rules to break and thoughts to have.

there are six men on the ice

Yesterday's Wings game was a bit of a disappointment. First off, props to the Penguins. They played well...okay, they played better than the Wings did. And, shit, I hate Crosby as much as the next guy, but you have to admit that he's talented. He just so happens to be the world biggest crybaby too. But had the referee's been paying any attention whatsoever, they would have picked up on some of the things happening on the ice, i.e. SIX MEN BEING ON THE ICE FOR WELL OVER 20 SECONDS. And they didn't call it. The usual bullshit, accompanied by NBC's terrible commentators (the Nothing But Crosby Network), made for a hell of a game. On the plus side, the Wings will be back on their toes for game 4, kill the Pens, and come home to win the cup. Here's an interesting note written by my buddy Justin. I enjoyed it: "Why I hate Crosby, NBC, and Gary Bettman" First of all, I have nothing against the talent that Crosby does have but there are a few things that i need to vent casue i am pissed for a couple reasons. WE all know that NBC broadcasts "Noting But Crosby" and it is getting quite old. I found out that Garry Bettman, CEO of the NHL, who i was starting to take a liking to because of how he handled Phoenix's bankruptcy issue, has spent over Five Million in advertisements to promote this "getting revenge" type commercials on NBC telling the fans that this is Crosby's year to shine and win the cup. Yes he is a skilled player but COME ON!! I haven't heard anyone talk about how the last time a team has gone back to back champs by facing the same team twice hasn't happened since 1978 by Montreal. Of course not, why would NBC or Bettman want to promote anything positive about the Redwings when we have some media whore like Crosby. Then i got to thinking of why Bettman has this "Pro-Pit" attitude and of course it comes down to how much money is in his pocket. Think about how much we all hate the fact that Crosby is who he is. He has a huge fan base all across the world and that is all thanks to the media blowing his beardless face up for everyone to worship. If Bettman was to have ads running on NBC about Zetty and Paval or Ozzie going got back to back cups, he would have less money coming in from ticket sales and jerseys and ratings compared to Crosby ads. It is a smart move financially, but we are all very fortunate to live in the time that we do because the Redwings are true sports dynasty that doesn't seem to stop growing and the media, NBC, is doing a great job of neglecting this fact. With that said, casue i am getting even more pissed spending my time typing this out, I have one last thing to rant about. NBC and Ray "Doc" Emerick, bald guy with glasses who screams like a 5 year old when Crosby touches the puck, felt that it was necessary to inform the viewers @ home about where Crosby was sitting on the bench when Talbot scored the second goal. WTF does that have to do with the ongoing play. I know you all have listened to at least one bullshit Crosby name drop in a game but this is getting old. Away from the skill aspect of the playoffs, this isn't a entertaining playoffs when it comes to the broadcast it self because of this simple map. Crosby is a lil bitch and loves the media cause of his age and people have said that he will break Gretzky records. NOT GONNA HAPPEN EVER! Emerick works for NBC and he cant stop talking about Crosby cause he is getting paid top dollar from the NBC heads. NBC is getting a shit ton of money from Garry Bettman cause the simple fact that he will make more money off of Crosby than the wings in advertisements.... In short, This is all Garry Bettmans fault. I am done, pissed, and really mad @ the refs for their piss poor performance in game 3 (6 MEN ON THE ICE FOR 26 SECONDS... No Too many men call.) and I hope that this informed you somewhat cause i have lost focus on why i started making this. lol Wings in 5!

gonna take a boat to the end of the world

Big Whiskey and the GrooGrux King was released today, and I must say, this album is something. Quite a few of the songs have a real 'Louisiana Bayou' feel to them. It's all very jazzy, very funky, and definitely a good summer album. At this point, my top three tracks are: 1. Why I Am 2. Shake Me Like a Monkey 3. You and Me But, let's take two steps back for a moment. I just want to mention last night's concert, real quick like. Keeping things short and sweet, DMB played live at the Beacon Theatre last night and it was televised nationwide on Fuse. It was mainly a way to hype their album, which was released less than two hours after the concert was over. My only complaint was that they played so many new songs right from the get go. I really wish that they had mixed it up just a little more. But, like I said, it was to hype the new album. He opened with 'Funny the Way it is' but did not neglect some old favorites including 'Two Step' (the song that made me fall in love with DMB), 'Ants Marching' and 'Grey Street' (my all-time favorite song. I get chills every time I hear it.). Overall, a pretty spectacular performance. The whole band seemed to be having a lot of fun with it and, let's face it, that funky white boy dancin' Dave and Stefan were doing was wicked.

a blog via bullets

So much has gone on in the last few days, weeks, months, etc. that it's beginning to be slightly overwhelming. In a good way, for the most part. Just to skim the surface: - I've been playing a lot of poker (Texas Hold 'Em and, on occasion, a little five-card draw), and I have consequently learned quite a bit about lying, cheating, and winning back my freakin' money. - I'm trying a new "outlook on life", i.e. being as productive as possible. This includes changing my eating habits, cutting out pop (or soda, as some strange folks call it), working out on a regular basis, and eating smaller portions. Not only am I trying to live healthier, but I'm trying to be less negative, judgmental, and more patient with people. Also, cutting down on swearing. So far, so good. - Branching out in my taste in music. No, I don't like majority of the shit they put on the radio. I will listen to it, mock it, and eventually end up enjoying the occasional song. I've found myself listening to a lot of folk and oldies lately. Strange, but good. - The Wings Game last night was BEAUTIFUL. Thanks to a good friend of mine, I got to tag along and watch them win 3-1 and see Zetterberg throw down with pretty-boy Malkin. More on this later today. - DMB concert is tonight. Heading to Anthony's around 8pm to play some poker and listen to them jam. - NJani is staying in MI indefinitely. I cannot begin to describe how ecstatic I am. That girl...she's my person, she's my rock, she's my best friend. I can't imagine how I would have survived without her this past year. - The funeral for John is Wednesday. Jackie isn't exactly doing very well. Can't blame the kid. I just wish there was something I could do. - On a final, and much lighter note, the new DMB album comes out tomorrow. I plan on spending majority of my day listening to it finally indulging in some new tunes. I've been avoiding listening to the entire album (I've only heard two songs in full, and bits of a few others), so finally getting to hear the album in it's entirety will be fantastic.