Once Bitten Twice... HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

Great White concert in Rhode Island turns out worse than expected.

Ninety-five bodies were recovered in the charred ruins of a nightclub fire that broke out during a fireworks display staged at a rock concert, the governor said Friday. Officials said 187 people were injured, some critically, as concertgoers frantically rushed to escape the raging fire and thick smoke. Click HERE for the full MSNBC story.

In what could be construed as the ironic moment of the day, I was tapped by my employer's advertising team to appear in a television ad to recruit people into a depression study. I'm in the first good mood I've been in for months and I had to wear makeup, stand in front of a camera and act depressed. What's worse is that the director and I kept cracking each other up, making it that much harder to look anguished. I'll try to get a copy of the commercial, when it comes out, on GoochRadio.

Still doing okay... I think the writing's gonna suffer a bit. It looks like I was on ecstasy when I wrote the last blog (below).

Latest comment about this site: "Reading some shit off your page is making me laugh/giggle to myself right now!"

That's what this page is all about. If I make someone laugh, or even laugh at me, then I've done what I wanted to do. Even lately with some of the self loathing crap I've been spewing, if it brings a smile to someone else's face then It's okay by me.

Yesterday was the greatest email day in the history of my email accounts.

It was 1999 when a writing professor made everyone in my class get email addresses from the computer center at Portland State University. I was issued psu17190@odin.cc.pdx.edu. I didn't want it. I got lots of use out of my Macintosh and didn't want an email address. Now I'm running an email server and have more email addresses than anyone should. Because of this, my incoming email had become a cess pool of spam and unwanted porn. Last night I found an island in the sea of shit that is my "in" box. Messages from old friends from out of the blue, new friends that I don't normally correspond with outside of a bar, even friends that I haven't met yet. For a brief moment I experienced something I barely remember... happiness. Not the happiness that I find at the bottom of a bottle of Cuervo, but good happiness. The kind of happiness that you get from a first kiss, an acheivement, an 'A' on a paper, or just a brief feeling of content. All those feelings of despair, lonliness, hopelessness have taken a vacation. I don't think it's just the emails; in fact it should all be a little inconsequential to me, but my brain is acting like this is the best day of my life. I'm going to try to hold onto this as long as I can.

Well, tonight was probably the most triumphant night for Fox in a long time. The Simpsons 300th episode and the Married with Children Reunion show was great. I laughed my ass off. Of course, I was drinking. I put away half a bottle of Bacardi Limon mixed with half a bottle of diet Sprite. People say that lately my blogs make me sound depressed, but I had an epiphany tonight. I was making the aforementioned drink (okay... drinks) and when I went to get some ice I paused for a moment... I was deciding which shape of ice I wanted to use. You see, when I was at IKEA last week I bought some ice trays that made ice in the shape of arrows or Xs (or crosses, depending on which way you hold the tray) and paused for a moment, deciding which shape I wanted in my drink.

I paused for a moment deciding on which shape of ice I was going to put into my drink. How bad can my life be if I'm deciding on Xs or arrows to put into my drink? I'm typing this blog on my laptop via a wireless network while sitting on my futon. If it wasn't for the treadmill at the gym, I'd be COMPLETELY SEDENTARY. The ultimate goal of all men. If I didn't have to get laid eventually... I'd forget the treadmill. I've got a computer for every 224 square feet of this condo. I've got enough booze to get every man, woman, and child in this condo complex drunk.

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You know what I had for dinner today? a barbecue sauce sandwich. You know why I had a barbecue sauce sandwich for dinner? BECAUSE I CAN!

And, because I had no other food in the fridge.

I'm completely responsible for myself... and that frightens me. It's a weird state of survival. I forgot about food for dinner tonight but I drank too much to drive my own car.

I've got to go... Gooch: out