ALCOHOL: MY ANTI DRUG

Wow... what a night. It was a night where the levels of alcohol, ephedrine, and yes, blood were working in harmony within my circulatory system. I felt like I was in a constant state of epiphany... everything made sense. I partied with old friends. I ran into more old friends that I haven't seen in ten years. While riding downtown (I managed to be designated passenger towards the end of the evening) I saw one of my favorite comedians, Dave Attell, filming his "Insomniac" show in Downtown Portland.

Unfortunately, I missed the DFiVE9 show tonight, but I ran into the friends that I always see at those shows... Jenn and Bako, my favorite Molalla Buckaroos stuck around to chat with me. Even the doorman at the Ash Street was cool enough to charge me a cover though the bands had finished playing.

Fucker.

Ah, I'm an insomniac myself. I'll get some sleep. More partying tomorrow, then a trip to Reno in the upcoming weeks.

comedy central's dave attell

The jury is still out on whether my Flash animation is functioning properly. It works fine on my machine and my Dad's machine... the benchmarks for all technology. Meanwhile, my girlfriend is out of town this weekend. I plan on cleaning the house... spotless. Once that is done, I'm leaving and not coming back until Sunday night. There is no reason anyone should have to come home from vacation to a house that looks like I lived in it alone for a weekend. The Webcam is aimed back at my inner space.

The intro music is by the band DFiVE9. One of my favorite bands of all time. Of course, I started that project (my first full on Flash movie) without asking if I could actually use the song. See them at Ash Street Friday night... at the Paris on Saturday.

I think I went to high school with this chick. No shit... I really did. She was a Portland stripper. I never saw her in a club, but I did see her at Fred Meyer's once. Funny - I've got some catching up to do... I have yet to see Up Your Ass numbers one through 12. Mike John is one of my favorite videographers. His ability to blend the intimacy of cinema verite with the exploitation of a three-on-one bukkake shot sets him apart from the other auteurs in his field.

This is probably a time when I'm more likely to be vocal and come out with a log every five minutes. Martha Stewart is under investigation for insider trading. MCI Worldcom... fucking everybody with their creative accounting. The Pledge of Allegiance? Denied.

All of this is probably the best argument for being Italian. We invest our money in the safest place possible... cutouts in our mattresses. We send our kids to private schools. What's next? You can't say "God Dammit" in schools? You can't use American currency in schools because of all the illicit "God" references?

One nation under a groove. Gettin' down just for... the funk of it.

I'm so goddammed glad I got out of school when I did. Right after I left they started charging kids for playing sports. Drug use increased tremendously (we primarily drank beer when I was in school). Now it's all gone to hell. Can you say "hell" in schools? I'm sure the Godless liberals wouldn't mind it if you did.

Which way to Canada?