Who says I don't do anything productive?

I sent out some emails for my podcast a couple weeks ago and finally got some replies. Our first guest is METAL MIKE! I have some west coast punk related questions for him but I'm not gonna focus too much on the Angry Samoans. His big thing right now is putting some definition to Heavy Metal... and everybody assumed he was a crazy old man spouting crazy shit for awhile, but some editor from rolling stone and those vh1 documentaries gave him some recognition for it. I haven't heard too much about the review he coined it in, or what made him think of calling Humble Pie heavy metal, so that should be interesting.


Our second guest is some shitty youtube sensation that Raechel (my partner) is obsessed with. They're mostly shock humor. The only video I saw of them was them asking old ladies if they like giving head at a gas station. Eh, she's controlling all the technical stuff so I gotta give and take some.

Which reminds me: her recording equipment crapped out. My dream of becoming the radio Lester Bangs is suspended until she gets her stuff (she didn't really specify what was broken, and I don't really know what we're using anyway so it doesn't matter) fixed. I'm gonna give her about a week until i start getting up her ass about it though. And David, if you read this, there are no metaphors in this paragraph.



I started writing a book. The premise is a terrorist attack occurring in the continental United States, causing the country to swing to the right in fear and elect McCain. McCain croaks the day after he's inaugurated and Palin becomes president. The country becomes more and more backwards and they eventually start preaching fear/paranoia-based rhetoric in elementary schools. A group of fifth graders eventually start go insane from it, get their hands on really powerful recreational drugs, and massacre their town. The right-wing government gives them the death penalty and blames their behavior on pop culture and drugs, and ignores what drove them to do this. The protagonist is their principal who really gets into the gubment's bullshit and realizes what he had being doing at the end of the novel, at which point the 5th graders kill him.

I wrote the intro chapter (i wrote a bunch of paragraphs in about an hour and spent the next week editing them. That's how I see myself doing the rest of the book.) and i'm writing the ending next, that's something I do with essays and I figure it's a good guide for the body chapters but it might be a little creatively constricting. If I make it really vague that still gives me something to work towards and some flexibility as well. The main theme seems a little cliche too, I don't wanna seem like another left-wing nut, so there's some work there to be done.

Those last 2 paragraphs are probably really incoherent. 4 am is a bad time to blog. I wonder if I'll even remember I was writing a book in a month.

PS, St. Johns county schools are still a goddamn bureaucracy.