I awoke to very sad news this morning as I learned that Fred "Mr." Rogers died yesterday of stomach cancer at the age of 74.

Family Communications website: How to tell your kids

CNN: 'Mister Rogers' dies at age 74

MR. ROGERS 1928-2003

People, knowing that I do lights for the band Perfect in Plastic, have asked me if I ever considered a pyrotechnical display while on stage. I did consider getting a replica light box (I'm on stage while doing the lights), dousing it in lighter fluid, and setting it on fire at the end of a show. After the Great White fiasco, if I'm at a club and see someone do so much as light a cigarette, I'm fuckin' outta there.

PERFECT IN PLASTIC WITH ME ON THE BONGO. WE BURNED ANOTHER SET OF BONGOS THAT EVENING. NO ONE WAS HURT.

I'd like to give a shout out to Jenn Baker who said I never mentioned her in a blog. Here it is, baby. See you on the 1st. - GOOCH

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.