Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It's been 11 days since my last update.

"Gooch, where you been?"

I've been chillin' in the lab. Resting on the laurels of my sweet-ass bumper stickers (see the last blog). I've been putting together a marketing package for a networking company. I've been lifting weights and guzzling creatine. I've been bouncing at the Skyland Pub. Essentially, I've been hustling up cash any way I can. I'm going to keep doing that, too. At least until the strippaz learn how to tip themselves.

Below is a snapshop of the office (uncensored):

WORKING UNTIL THE WEE HOURS UNDER NEON LIGHT. IT'S LIKE BEING IN A BAR, BUT I WON'T GET CUT OFF UNTIL I RUN OUT OF BEER.

THE SERVER RACK. FUNCTIONAL CHAOS.

VIRUS REMOVAL IN PROGRESS.

Word. New bumper sticker in the MERCH section, yo:

Click HERE to buy several.

YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING WITH ME.

(Click HERE to see why I HATE the movie industry).The other news item I read today: Buffalo 66 director booed at Cannes for latest endeavor: Brown Bunny.

I used to get high on life, but my dealer got busted.

Fred Durst did it all for the nookie.
Han Solo did it all for the wookie.
Cookie Monster did it all for the cookie.
Garfield did it all for the Pookie.
Pete Rose did it all for the bookie.

I was going to take my Ford Escape SUV camping this weekend; Long story short: Dealer fucked up and now they have my Escape while they generously kicked in the ends for me to have a Ford Escort over the weekend. Ironically, I may take the opportunity of driving a car without vanity plates to cruise for an escort. Escort... escort... if the cops want to impound the car... fuck it. I sort of wanted to hear for the first time "No Gooch... I should be paying you" to be in the confines of my own car.

"Gooch," you ask, "what if she instead says 'say hello to my little friend?'"

You're so fucking funny, aren't you?

Be obscene, baby, and not heard.

Steve-O arrested on drug charges in Sweden (MSN Entertainment).

Did you know that The Matrix star Carrie Anne Moss starred in a TV show in 1993 called "Matrix"? Did you know that in 1993 I was using a dot-matrix printer? The show and my printer statement are unrelated to the movie.

Everyone jokes about how MacGyver was able to make a bomb out of a tampon and bubble gum (or some variation of ingredients), why not a joke about a pacifist female MacGyver who can make a tampon and bubble gum from a bomb? Hmmm...

Here's a glimpse into my crib, yo. As soon as the office is complete, I'm going to do a picture gallery. It'll be like MTV Cribs, but more on the ghetto-fabulous tip. Living room, TV view; the computer at the lower left portion of the picture is on a wireless network and pulls music from my workstation computer upstairs, and streams music into the stereo. They make audio components that do the same thing now, so I might save up and get the computer out of my living room. The Yoda cardboard cutout came from a good friend who worked at Hollywood Video. The lava lamp was what I used to look at while I listened to the radio and went to sleep. I've had that entertainment center longer than I've had most of my friends. It's more reliable, too. I couldn't get rid of it.The Star Wars poster at top center was given to me by an ex-girlfriend (not the last one, the one before). It's a reprint of a Ralph McQuarrie concept painting for Star Wars.

YODA: GOOD TASTE YOU HAVE NOT.