A tropical storm is going to hit Jacksonville tomorrow

and i learned delta isn't canceling my flight. It's good to know that they value their schedule and honoring their flight times over my life. Needless to say, a high probability of a plane crash will not keep me from a semi Screeching Weasel reunion. I'll post a review and/or notice of my death in a couple weeks.

The stooges need to silence themselves

It sucks that their equipment was stolen, but they're starting to make me think this is one giant publicity stunt. I haven't gone to a news site or opened a newspaper without reading about it in the last week. Really, if the guy who stole their equipment could pull of an elaborate scheme like that he damn well knows not to even think about selling their shit for a long time and then to do it separately, so they aren't gonna catch him. Their mediocre live shows and the shell of the man that was once Iggy Pop aren't getting them a wider listening audience, so they're hoping people will look them up cause of this.

I can't say I blamed them, Iggy hasn't released anything worth listening to in 30 years and those albums were written by James Williamson and David Bowie. It's even worse that nobody's calling them out on it because they're Rock n roll gods or some bullshit. Ha. the only thing that would be different today if the Stooges never existed would be that all the obscure garage rock bands and the MC5 would be a lot more famous. They fine tuned garage rock, and did a damn fine job of it, but so did a lot of other bands. They just did it better than all of them.

I'm going to stay with my sister and her boyfriend for a week in their one bedroom apartment on the 20th. I'm hoping they'll be really tired at night from working all day, but I'm a realist. I'm seeing a semi weasel reunion on the 23rd so it'll be worth it, though.






I parodied the wanderer by dion. I think it's gonna hit the top 40.

Oh well I'm the type of guy who will never settle down
Where gays judgments are impaired, you know that I'm around
I kiss 'em and I love'em and then I drag them away
I beat em and I choke em, and they scream their mothers name

They call me the dahmerer yeah the dahmerer
I roam around around around...

Oh well there's Felipe on my left and enrique on my right
And Brucey is the guy with that I drove out here tonight
And when he asks me why are we in the forest
I tear open his shirt and sink my teeth into his chest

'Cause I'm the dahmerer, yeah the dahmer
I roam around around around...

Oh well I roam from town to town
My records clean as my seductive stare
'Til the cops start staking out
And the little bitch escaped and now they are aware

I left camp yesterday

and it's a really hard place to describe to someone who has never been there. When I first went there a few years ago I had this view of all adults (or at least teachers) over 25 being dull, uptight, humorless losers. When I went to AICL I noticed of the teachers and counselors were funnier and cooler than I am. I actually had fun learning stuff, I wasn't being force-fed stuff I would forgot jerking off the week after finals. They actually cared about what they were teaching and they actually wanted to affect the way people thought about things. Seeing someone like Josh Bathe have some of the ideals he has and being the person he is really shows what that camp can do to someone. The people I met there are cool as hell too and are the reason I go.

It was my last year andI feel a little cheated. I went for the full 2 weeks in 2005 and had tons of fun, i went for the second week in 2006 and left early because my girlfriend told me she killed herself, when she really had no intention of doing so and was just being a hormonal self-centered bitch. In 2007, E&H dicked over camp and it didn't happen and this year was a transition year. Excluding Anela those aren't really anyones fault but it's still aggravating nonetheless.


People tell me the junior counselor experience was pretty hard this year and it doesn't take a genius to figure out how different it was than in years past, I'm hopefully doing that next year but I don't know what to expect.

Some shit happened when I got back that'll provide for a rant about the Jacksonville punk scene that's stuck in 1984 when I get the energy. I'm sick this unity shit. Nothing in punk has ever disenfranchised me more than when the 30 year old balding fat punx asked me for beer money because his mom didn't give him his allowance that week. That really sums up the scene perfectly.

Also, I'm going to post the fluid versions of the last two songs I posted soon. I finished them and started a new one on my way home.