SUCKBLOG Winter 07

JANUARY 15, 2007: KENNY BLOGGINS

Gotta keep the blog up, even if nothin's happening... SO, Yeah, the other side of 2007! We made it! Happy New Year, Guy! New SUCKBLOG season. Been at this over a year now. Even been writing about old old shit too. The archives. I figure, why not? Get it all on record in case I die and anyone has any questions. Which I'm sure they won't, but fuck them. So I'm here doing my thing, whatever the hell that is. Been talking a lot of shit about my Villain Network web movies and stuff. That's going really well, it's just a lot of work. Been filming a bunch of shit that I find really funny. You may too. That will be up by the end of the month. So much to do, setting up websites, YOUTUBE accounts, figuring out how to compress movies for upload. Endless computer time. Good thing I got a new office chair for Christmas or else my ass was gonna fall off. What else did I get? Oh yeah, I got a food processor and a juicer. I been juicing. Making Carrot, spinach, ginger juice. I been trying to juice beets, but I just discovered that chinese people don't eat beets so I hadda travel outa the hood to get some. It was worth it cuz the juice is yummy. I'm a healthy motherfucker now. Also I have stuck to my weed prohibition. Been clean for two weeks... Don't really miss it. My brain is still a faulty piece of shit, but give it time...
what else? Making SUCKFIGS again. I really wanted to give that shit up. So much work and a royal pain in the A. But the demand is there so I guess I can't disappoint. Plus the rent is calling... On that tip I am getting ready to do my first real vinyl toy. About time asshole. I've only been designing toys since 1989. How did I come so late to the game? Beats me. I went thru everybody in the industry trying to get a deal and nothing ever came of it. I was pushed to take matters into my own hands. That's for the best, really. So I got something in the works, but I gotta step up and do it right. Getting loans, incorporating, dealing with taxes and all that crap. I hate that shit, but it has to be done. If I can get that all together, make a business plan and all that shit I never learned how to do, I'll be a better man. SO yeah, the next week I will be making more figures. I have some new ones as usual. Then I am going to California with SPOOKY BOOTY to be the master of ceremonies for a big fashion show being put on by MZRE YUEN. Gonna film as much scandalous shit as possible. Then when I come home the ORIGINAL VILLAIN NETWORK is gonna finally launch! Yeah. I been lookin foward to that. Can't wait...

JANUARY 31, 2007: CALIFORNY FUCK AROUND

How is it that the first month is already over? Time just compresses as you get older. Shit. there is still so much to do. I'm gonna be dead soon at this rate. So I went on a short jaunt to Cali with my girl last weekend. I had just finished busting my ass making the newest batch of SUCKFIGS. God what a grind. so many 12 hour days in a row, what is my problem? So we got the fuck out on some Jet Blue shit. Watched some I LOVE NEW YORK and WHITE RAPPER for a few hours. What great shit. Had some wack thing happen in the airport. I haven't flown since those fucking douchebags tried to blow up those planes with some stupid liquid shit, so I forgot to put my liquids in my checked bag. The result is that security took my 18 dollar bottle of kehils lotion away from me. What a load of shit. So depressing and obviously unnecessary. It seems everytime some jackoff rookie terrorist fails with his gay little scheme, we get a new rule at the airport. First that piece of human shit streak Richard Reid makes us have to take off our damm shoes, then these other jihad jerkbags make me loose my expensive face cream. I really sincerely hope that as these completely unsalvageable pieces of human dogshit rot in jail for the rest of their lives and that they also take a spiked fist in their fucking stupid teeth for every single tube of tooth paste some poor traveller has to give up. I mean every time. Fuck those assholes.
So we land in Sacramento at midnite and MZRE picks us up and drives us to Stockton. What a sad town. I hate those places that can be anywhere. Like you could have said I was in Texas and I would have believed you. Oh well. We went to her house for a second for her to change and then at 2:30 we drive to her club to film some of her amazing pole dancing for the Villain Vids. Got some good shit. Then we went to Denny's for a late snack. Fuck Denny's. New York late food rules! Got to bed at 7AM EST. Wow, so sleepy...
So anyway we were here for Mzre's fashion show. I was supposed to be the host of the event and I was gonna try to get some good video for the Villain network while I was there. But at the moment I was trying to figure out how to get the fuck out of Stockton and on to San Fran where the show was gonna be the next day. We hopped on the Amtrak and rode in the top deck of the train for like 90 minutes to SF. We get there and it's mad foggy. We don't really get fog like that in NYC. It was like real fog. You couldn't see the bridges or tops of buildings. It was cool. So we had a room booked at the GREEN TORTOISE youth hostel. I used to take the GT bus around the Northwest when I lived in Eugene. It's like a hippy bus with mattresses all in the back instead of seats. It's pretty cool. So we had a private room. Not bad for only 50 bux. It was pretty cold, but there was a heater. We were right outside of chinatown. I love SF chinatown. It's so much more kitschy than NY C-town. It's like a movie kinda. So we meet up with Spook's friend DAVE LAM and go to Japan town for dinner. We waited like 45 mins but finally got into that cool spot where the sushi goes around in those little boats and you grab what you want. It was absolutely tremendous. So good and varied. I stuffed myself on all kinds of weird rolls and sashimi. We were kinda wiped out from all the traveling so we went back to the spot. The party was the next day so we needed to sleep.
Woke up and had some average dim sum, I kinda expected better, fucked around for a while then headed to South San Francisco to meet the party crew. So it turns out the party wasn't even in the city. It was in a suburb called South San francisco. It was like a little podunk town. The show was in this small little honky-tonk bar. A very weird place to have a goth fashion show. Anyway whatever, limos, strippers, video, hotels, getting on stage and hosting the event, getting accused of secretly filming the girls while they changed. It was all good. I bet Spooky Booty didn't expect she'd ever be in a fashion show with a bunch of strippers. Maybe the moon was wrong, but the whole thing was kinda bland. people were moody, the event wasn't too well organized. But it was fun. You'd think partying with a bunch of strippers would be a great time, but the ones we were with were kinda lame and cranky. Oh well. I got some good shots for the villain channel. You always gotta make the most of things. The last episode from this trip I remember was in the hotel after the party. A bunch of people were drinking and chilling. This one dude was rolling on Ecstasy and he kept congratulating me on my girl's ass. He kept looking at her badonk and saying shit like "great job man" and "nice work, dude," shaking my hand as if I had something to do with it...

FEBURARY 3, 2007: THE GRIND

This is how I make my figures. First I make a model from all kinds of bits and pieces of other figures. Then I attach a sprue to the head. I hot glue a bent piece of wire to the back of the figure and suspend it lengthwise in a small, shallow tray. I also float 2 pegs on either side of the head that will act as registration marks. I usually do this again with the figure's arms, cape, and accessories. I make about 6 to 8 of these things. Then I pour liquid silicone into a plastic cup. I put the cup on the digital scale and get the weight. Then I divide that number by 10 and pour into another cup that amount of catalyst. Then I pour the silicone and catalyst into another larger cup and mix them together. Then when it is fully blended I pour this mix into the little trays with the figures in them until they are covered halfway. Then I put these in a airtight chamber and turn on the air compressor. This squeezes all the air bubbles out. They have to then sit in the tank for six hours while the silicone cures.
After six hours I pop open the tank and pull out the trays. The silicone has cured around the model. I pull off the suspension wire and pegs. now there are two holes is the silicone that will serve as registration marks. These make sure the two mold halves sit together in the right place. If they didn't you would get an uneven cast. Now its time to make the second half of the mold. I spray a 2 coats of wax on the silicone to prevent the next layer of silicone from sticking to the first one. this is how you separate the mold to pull out your casts. each coat of wax takes 15 minutes to dry. After that I mix up another batch of silicone and fill the second half of the tray. These go back in the tank for six more hours. When I pull them out the whole thing is solid. The two halves separate and I can pull out the model and now have a negative impression in which to fill with my casting material.
So okay, now I have a bunch of molds that are good to go. I pull out 2 or three that all get the same color and I set them up on the table. I put on rubber gloves and pull out two cups. I fill each one with 2 part casting resin. Part A in one and an equal amount of part B goes in the other. I then add a few drops of dye into part B and stir it up until it's even. Then I pour part B into part A and stir it up. When it is even I then pour it into the molds, squeezing them as I go so the air escapes. I only have about 2 minutes to do this before the cure starts, so its kind of a hectic moment. Then I put a rubber band around each mold to hold them together and then they go in the tank. I close it up with the clamps, the compressor fires up and I set the egg timer to 6 minutes. In after that I pop the tank and set the molds aside. Then I pour the next batch of molds and then they go in the tank for 6 minits. While those are curing I open up the first batch of molds and pull out the castings. I cut off the sprues and the "flash," The excess plastic around the mold line. After I clean up the pieces I set them aside. By now six minutes have gone by and it's time to take out what's in the tank. This goes on over and over until I have about 200 figures. then I go in to each one and drill the arm holes, paint the figures parts, and then glue them all together. All 200. Some are easy, some have a bunch of parts, capes, hair, some have multiple paint applications, some have flocking. It takes a long time. Okay. So all the figures are assembled. Now the package. I take all the top sheet of paper and trim it down at the crop marks. About 200, 4 cuts each. then I spray glue each one to a bigger piece of chip board. 18 pages per board. the I cut them all out, again 4 cuts each. Then I spray the backs and attach them to the other piece of paper that serves as the back of the card. Then I trim off the excess, 4 cuts again. Then I go with a scissor and clip the edges of the cards for a rounded look. If the figure is limited the I go and hand write the number on the back. After all the cards are done I lay the figure on it and scotch tape the blister over it. Finally I splash a little paint from a paint pen over it to give it a final "artsy" feel. By now almost two weeks of 12 hour days have gone by. I pack them all up in a big box and send them to my distributor, praying to god the shit doesn't get lost of fucked up. By now I'm dead and dirty and cranky and all my friends are mad cuz I went awol. So I party with them. Then the check comes and I pay my rent and the shit starts all over again...

FEBRUARY 10, 2007: BOY-TOY FAIR-DESPAIR

OWWWW! I sat funny in my chair for too many hours the other day and pinched a nerve in my back. It fucking Huuurts! Real bad. I can only sleep on my back and not too well at that. Great start to a sucky week. It's TOY FAIR again and I'm doing the grind at HASBRO once more. 11th year running of hanging up signs and setting up toys til all hours of the night. Not a bad gig, but man I'm over it. It's always the same shit. I never thought I'd get tired of playing with Star Wars figures for money, but I guess it happened. My back was fucking me up so much I couldn't sit or stand in any one position for too long. I felt like one of those Vietnam Tiger Cage victims. Yow. So what was interesting this year? Well, some gayness, I guess. One dude I work with started cruising me a little til I told him to knock it off. I usually don't mind a little homo-Banter, but I was cranky and in pain and just not in the mood. He pressed up on my ass and that needed to not happen. Also, another weird thing. There are a lot of Irish and Italian union guys there, setting up rigging and doing the heavy lifting and building. They're all good guys for the most part. This one guy, I swear he looked a lot like Vito Spatafore from The Sopranos, you know, the gay mobster who got whacked. I was looking at this guy while he worked, and just as that thought was forming in my head he winked at me. What the hell did that mean? Was he picking up that I was on to his gayness? I wonder how many of these macho union construction guys are really closet queens in their spare time? A bet more than a few...

Speaking of Macho union guys, this other dude said something weird to me tonight. I kinda know this guy from years of being at Toyfair, never really talked to him, just kinda "how ya doin" stuff. Anyhow, I'm up in the TRANSFORMERS showroom setting up shit with a few other people in the room. This guy walks in with his buddy and starts small talking. Lightweight stuff. Then he asks me where I'm living these days and I say "Chinatown." Then he goes "Oh yeah, Chinatown. Livin' with the Gooks." WHAT? I was kinda taken back. I wasn't surprised at all that he had that word in his vocabulary, I'm sure he has worse. It was just weird to hear him use it so freely and in a mixed crowd of people he didn't even know. It was just bizarre to hear him drop it so brazenly. I know some of these more parochial blue collar guys throw that kind of talk around each other when they are alone, but in a place like that it was just kinda, I dunno, Dumb? I might be a "gook" myself. Or be dating one. What was he thinking? Did he not know that he was dropping racist shit around? Who the fuck was he to think I was ok with that?

So the TRANSFORMERS movie. Big deal at H-BRO this year around. I was looking forward to to it. Still am, but I'll be dammed if they didn't do it to me again. WHY MUST THEY ALWAYS RE-DESIGN THE VILLAINS? I saw what MEGATRON is gonna look like, and IT SUCKS! We all know him as that flat-topped bullet headed guy that was kinda simple and cool. For the movie they made him into this big, bulky, spike covered thing. WHY WHY WHY? This is an ICONIC CHARACTER! LEAVE HIM ALONE! YOU FOCUS-GROUPED HIM INTO A LAME STEROID CASE! STOP! Also, SPIDER MAN 3. I hated the other two, most especially the sucky GREEN GOBLIN redesign and the gay sentimentality but I thought part 3 might be a little better, more dark. It will be but I saw this week one of the new villains, Norman Osborn's revenge driven son Harry who takes up the mantle of the Green Goblin after his father's death. I thought they were gonna morph the story and make him into THE HOBGOBLIN. That would not have been literally true to the story in the comic, but acceptable in a film adaptation. A good way to bring in another classic Villain. BUT NO! They had to go and make up this bullshit piece of fiction called the "NEW GOBLIN." Can I tell you what an utter piece of shit this character is? He looks like a stupid black clad snowboarder with a paintball mask on. His gay hair is showing out the top of his mask. It is not Goblin-like at all. IT'S HORRIBLE! Why can't they just leave well enough alone? I love my Villains and they always make them look wack. Dr. Doom, Bullseye, they all sucked. Utterly sucked. If I had the opportunity to slap the face of any of the people that let this kind of shit happen, I would. I'm still gonna see Transformers, but I'm skipping Spider Man 3. I just can't play myself like that. Finally on the last day for me I was strolling around the showroom looking for something to do. The show hadn't started yet, but there were a few VIPs in there getting a tour. So I turn the corner into the games section and who should I see but GEORGE FUCKIN LUCAS just standing there with his entourage hanging out playing Whack-a-Mole. No, I didn't get to meet him...

FEBRUARY 20, 2007: CALIFORNIA, SIEMPRE, CALIFORNIA

Did another roll out to the west coast with SI*SE. Five shows in five days. Also brought the helmets and camera to get some good villain shit in some new locations. So we get to San Fran Monday night and fell out in the Carlton. Kind of a cool "ethnic" type hotel. Tapestries and shit, asian vases all over. Just bullshitting and fucking around filming, eating Thai food and getting stoned. (I'm back on the weed I guess...) Next day I trooped around Sutter and wherever the fuck I was, buying props for the video shoot. We rolled up to the INDEPENDENT where we were co-billing with LOS AMIGOS INVISIBLES. Got set up, did the sound check, ate food. Then my muse MZRE YUEN showed up and we started partying. I dunno, we played kind of a weak show that night. A little rusty. I didn't hang out. I had a nasty cold sore and didn't want to talk up close to anyone. We went back to the room and filmed this nasty vomit scene for one of the OVN movies. Fucking gross. I almost puked myself. Next day we took advantage of the hotel's decor to shoot some good Egyptian shit with MZRE and The CRYSTAL PHARAOH. The we headed out to do the second show at the Independent. This one was much better. We took some good flix backstage and MZRE threw her panties at the stage. I was looking down and she aimed too high. They sailed over my head and landed in the drum stands somewhere. I was on my hands and knees looking for them, but I couldn't find them til after the show. they were so tiny. We went back and shot a scene for the villain soap opera and then partied till we passed out.
Next morning at 8 am we bounced down to LA. We had this wack little mini van that was packed to the roof with gear and shit. So cramped. my whole body was killing me. I wanted to get some video while we were on the road, but it just didn't work out. Got to LA finally after a rough ride and checked into the MIYAKO LA in Japan town. It's not as cool as the one in SF, but at least this one had a bidet with a heated seat. Ahhhhhh..... SO we get to HOUSE OF BLUES, do sound check, the usual. BARON DARKOWL shows up with his girl and they got tricked into selling merch for us. I think I missed some opportunities to video shit and a few of these venues. I guess I don't want to pester people about shooting all the time. Darkowl busted my balls about not being aggressive enough in getting what I want on tape. I guess he's right. Next morning we made the best of what little time we had and shot around Little Tokyo and the hotel. Then we were off to Anaheim to do a show at the HOB in Disneyland. I have practically no memory of that night. In fact I have no memory of the last few nights of the tour. I was so fucking tired most of the time. I do remember that the last night in San Diego I got a foot massage in my hotel room while drinking Jim Beam straight out of the bottle. The girl giving me my rubdown was a professional and she was horrified by how much tension I have built up in my body. She's right. I need to take care of that. Next day we go to the airport and eat a bunch of pot cookies before we get on the plane. As usual my case of masks got the extra security check. By the time we hit the air I was zotted on the cookies and getting all emotional reading my book WICKED, The story about the Wicked Witch of the West. I was crying my eyes out. I was stoned as hell and it's a deep book. Great Villain shit. When we get back we find out that someone important is quitting the band....

MARCH 9, 2007: HODGE PODGE LODGE

I call these last 2 weeks a hodge podge because it has been a weird collection of events and things that don't have any real relationship. Went on a short weekend SISE tour to DC and Philly. So fuckin cold out there. The issue of the departing member loomed like a cloud over us. Morale was low and I didn't get any good villain footage. We played two shows in two days, sold out but forgettable for the most part. We got caught out in a big snowstorm and it took 10 hours to drive home. We spent a lot of time talking about what to do about the person leaving. It got crazy emotional and political too. It's amazing to see the power dynamics that go on in a group project like this and how one must maneuver to hold or gain position. I can't really say more because this is other people's laundry and I can't blow up spots. With the shit weather and bummer situation this venture turned out to be kind of a drag. I miss California where it's warm and tours are simple...
Posted the first ORIGINAL VILLAIN teaser trailer to decent reviews. It wasn't a massive blow up, but it got the train on the track. I don't know what you gotta do to get those crazy 30,000 views things happening, but this didn't perform like that at all. Another issue was that my partners weren't all that happy with the result or the fact that I kinda of acted on my own making this go up. I felt bold moves were needed to get this out of the realm of all talk into that of action. I may have stepped on a few toes to get it there. Some fundamental differences in taste and method are in play in this operation. Now it's the time to come together and make compromises. It's like the SOPRANOS, all of these group projects are in a way. So many people going at cross purposes to do what they need to do, yet they all need to stay checked and balanced. It's a real art. Some people close to me have said that the first offering was tasteless, amateur, and plain bad. that kinda fucked me up a little. Other people I also trust said it was great and cool and fun. Some said it was too dirty and sleazy, some said not enough. How does one reconcile all that conflicting data? How do you take good advice and at the same time stay true to your inner vision? I guess I may find out.....
The SUCKLORD 600 vinyl toy is in Hong Kong being tooled up. The model I sent was lost in the mail for about 2 weeks, which sucked for both time and my nerves. I hope to have this ready by comicon. Shit needs to happen fast. I now have to be quick with my feedback if I want to expedite the production. I had to provide pantone colors for the figure. What the fuck to I know about that? I'm doing 4 color versions and it took almost a full day to pick out all the colors in the pantone book. Gave me a headache..
Got a new job this week too. Doing shit at the BROOKLYN MODEL WORKS. They called me out of the blue on a resume I sent out in 2004. I guess that happens sometimes. So I went in and shot the shit for 40 minutes and started the gig right then and there. It's a swell place. They make all kinds of super precise models for commercials and the like. The project I started on was to make a 3-Up model of the new Gillette Fusion 6 blade razor. That means its 3 times a big as the actual razor. You know when they have a commercial of a product and there are all these super close dynamic pans and swoops across the item? Well that isn't the actual thing nor is it a computer generated version. It is a painstakingly crafted exact reproduction in a larger scale. They make these things over there all the time and they are fucking beautiful. So detailed and well crafted and damn near perfect. I was nervous that I didn't have the skills to make shit like that, but I guess I am learning. Another thing They had me making were some Nerkels for Crest. What's a nerkel? Well you know when you see a toothpaste ad and there is that very exaggerated and swoopy symmetrical bit of toothpaste on the brush? That's a nerkle and they're not made of real tooth paste. How can they be? They are always so perfect and even and clean. Real toothpaste never comes out like that. It makes sense, but it's weird cuz one never really thinks of these things, yet there are these little companies out there who make their living off of this stuff. Now I do too. It's great. I wasn't looking for a job, but it just showed up and worked out well. I can learn a lot at this place that will help my toymaking game. It's a cool crew too. By the second day we were shooting the shit about anal sex and acid trips, so I think I'll fit in fine...

MARCH 12, 2007: DAY TRIPPER

Another SISE gig at the LANGARADO music festival in Miami. This was a quick in and out deal. We dipped out at about 8 PM on Friday and we checked into this shit bag economy motel by 1 AM. We got picked up at 8 Am the next day to get taken to the festival for an 11:45 AM show. This was one of those 3 day out door music festivals with 3 stages. (We were on the most busted one.) It was all packed with vendors and food sellers and it was like one of those Hippie Grateful Dead shows. Tie Dye everywhere. I didn't know that kind of shit still went on, yet there we were. The compound was huge and we got driven around in these cool golf carts. It was real hot and sunny and there we were these New York winter people overdressed in black jackets and hoodies while everyone else was in shorts and flip flops. It was kind of disconnected. I wasn't prepared for such nice weather, so I sweated my ass off. It was so early to be playing and I don't think we were that well known. It was so strange playing in the morning and we got stoned before, so the show was kind of surreal. We did ok and the audience seemed to enjoy it. The crowd was very crunchy granola. You know that spinning dance the chicks do? Completely out of rhythm and flailing all over the place? There was a lot of that. Some really tall, gay, shirtless hippie kid showed up for the last song and stood right in the middle of the crowd and did the weirdest diva vogueing mixed with Christ on the cross moves I ever saw. It was horrible but impossible to look away. I had to avert my eves least I get distracted and fuck up. With the show over and our departing flight 8 hours away, we had ample time to fuck off and bullshit at the festival. Like a douchbag I didn't bring the helmets. Could have got some hilarious villain shots, but I was unprepared. I should have done more planning for this adventure, but I didn't. I was busy. With nothing to do I proceeded along with my friends to just get completely fucked up and wander around in a stupor and catch a sunburn. I hit the Corona right away and then went to the food tent to pile on 3 helpings of everything they had. Then some fresh cucumber carrot juice spiked with radish and ginger, then more beer. A buddy rolled up with a fat blunt of G-13 and that put me on the floor. We were just lying on a sheet out there somewhere. There was a lot we could have done at that festival, but we chose to lay on the ground and be stoned. I think I was kinda tripping almost when this hippie next to me wakes me up to show me his sneakers. He saw our Nikes and knew were were from NYC so he assumed we were sneaker heads. I am completely disoriented and he doesn't seem to know as he goes on extolling the virtues of these apparently rare hi-tops that he apparently didn't mind were completely beat to shit with festival grime. I feigned interest. I was wearing some hand me downs that I knew exactly nothing about. I told him I didn't find them all that comfortable. He said it was cuz I had them laced up too high and tight. What kind of cool New York hipster B-boy am I if I need a hippie in florida to tell me my laces are wrong? I faded out of that conversation and moved on. I was sobering up a little and some girl offered me a Tarot reading. I want for it even though I have kinda lost interest in that sort of thing. It was an unorthodox reading where instead of her laying the cards out in that classical tarot configuration, she had me just draw cards from the deck and interpret them myself. I wanted to know if all these endeavors I am working on will bear fruit or am I too old and played out and doomed to failure. The first card I picked was one of the cups. It was a modern deck so it had an interpretation on the top that said FEAR. Made sense. Then I picked LOVE. Okay, I guess that's the situation kind of. I love my work. Then I picked one more that said COMPASSION. I rejected that one out of hand and put it back. Then I picked one last one to resolve the reading and It said THE TOWER. Cool. Fuck compassion. I'm retiring to the Black to tower to see my madness through for better or for worse. That's what I got out of it. There was all kinds of hippie healing available so I tried it out. I got a massage in the "massage tent" which was not bad. I have so much ancient tension in my body it's gonna take more than a 10 minute rubdown to even get anywhere near working it out. Still, I was reduced to a drooling zombie after it was over. I was also really fucked up. Some other dude had this big tuning fork that he was using on people to work out their kinks. He put it on my fucked up back, but I didn't feel anything. He said he was a little psychic and said he could tell I was "going through some tough shit" which I guess can be said about anybody. He tried to "read" me and I let him, but it didn't help much. He said cuz I was born in March and that I was stuck in a vortex which would end at the summer solstice. He said with all the eclipses and and the equinox and shit, Aries were getting it bad. I dunno, I'm a little stressed, but things are OK. I don't know if I need any of that stuff anymore. It was getting late and the sun started to dip. I was still drinking and feeling kind of ok. By now I had thrown my socks out and was going barefoot. I just got worried about fucking up the hem of my adidas pants. BAMBU was a sponsor of the event and we helped ourselves to some free rolling paper. Did you know Bambu was still a family run business? I didn't. The woman there was a descendant of one of the founders. She was cool but got heated when we mentioned those clear cellulose papers that are al the rage right now. I guess she was mad about the competition. If they were smart they would make their own version. So we twisted up one in a sheet of the chocolate flavored paper and puffed it down in these big chairs near this little creek outside the tent. I got a little tan and I had like the perfect buzz going. It was quite peaceful actually. I would do that festival again, no question. Our time was coming to a close. I was kinda bored most of the day, but by the end I didn't want to leave. Our gear was still by the stage which was all the way at the other end of the compound. I hitched a ride with this kid in a big 6 person golf cart and he flew like a New York cab driver to the other end. He was weaving and ducking, speeding and making sharp turns without slowing down, coming close to people who were just standing there. We whizzed thru some tunnels and up some hills. It was that perfect 5 o clock weather where the sun is getting lower but the wind is all nice and warm. I felt like a kid on a ride. We got the shit and zipped back just in time to chug one more cup of this weird but yummy orange peel ale and then we hit the road. I was fuuuuucked uuuup. We ate dinner at this wack diner in the airport. I had this greasy ass cheese burger which was tasty but vile and a bunch of oily onion rings and more beer. The person who wanted to quit came out and said they changed their mind. Thank god. That was a stupid move that put this person in the dog house, but it's best for the band. Even if it never gets any better, I have to say I get to do some fun stuff with this outfit. There's no reason to make waves here. So we still had an hour to kill and we were all beat. The flight was delayed another hour so we all wound up passing out on the floor in a big glob of people. It must have looked funny when the plane finally landed and all the people came out and the first thing they saw was FARLEY's big ass just sprawled out on the floor surrounded by bags and other peoples asses. Yee hah.

MARCH 18, 2007: TV PARTY

Yo. I finally got my wireless router working and I'm chillin. You can fuckin watch TV on the internet! Did you know? NBC got smart and put all their best shows online. Now I can just sit in bed and watch HEROS on my laptop before I go to sleep. This is so futuristic. It makes so much sense. I just watched episode 5. Man this shit is good. At the end when Peter Patrelli gets the phone call from Hiro Nakamura and gives him the message that Hiro gave him on the subway when he came form the future and warned him he had to save the cheerleader to save the world was awesome. God, what writing! I got the best chills I think I ever got from anything. They lasted for like a minute. Full circle mobius strip time travel is always exciting. What a show! I can t get over how dope entertainment is and how we receive it. It happened so fast. What a great time to be alive. Unlike these losers from the 19th century that had nothing but lame books and like, what? A zoetrope? Fuck that. Yeah. According to NEWSWEEK it's the new golden age of television. TV is better than movies now. And a lot of it takes place in New York City. Back when I was living in the Village they would be shooting shit all the time on my block. I would be trying to go home and they would be like "sir could you please cross the street" Or "Please wait a few moments while the camera rolling." That used to piss me off when I had to alter my route on my own block so SEX AND THE CITY could take advantage. I thought when I moved to Chinatown that would stop, but it turns out this block is a big location too. More so, actually. I was coming home last night and some PA stopped me from going into my building. I started to get pissed until I asked what they were shooting and he said "Sopranos." I was like "oh, I'll stand here all night! Who's in the scene? What's gonna happen?" Instead of detaining me they couldn't wait to make me move along. But who cares? April 8 can't get here soon enough. I'm so happy with the TV situation in my life. I can watch what I want when and where I want. LIke on the toilet. I watched a few episodes Sunday morning while I was on the can. You wanna know what else? I'm sitting on the crapper right now...BLOGGING.