infomercials

Hey. Informercials are crazy at times but I found one recently that just surpassed all the ones I have seen before. It was called Barry's Bootcamp. It was this exercise routine and it was weird in that the exercise devise was what looked like a Giant Lithium Pill if Lithium came in gray calsules. They had all these toned up people doing all these different exercises with this inflatable gray pill. It was weird. I guess they thought people would see it as this one a day thing. Get on the pill and bounce around a bit ounce a day and become a healthy American, as if such a thing exists. Weird and user friendly all in one. That's all folks.

peace
david

Bowie Space Creatures and other cool stuff.

Bowie was the coolest rock star of the 1970's. I love the Ramones don't get me wrong but they really only put out three great albums. Bowie put out more then I can count in my head. Almost everything he did from The Man Who Sold the World to Scary Mosters was absolutely wonderful.

It is hard for me to pick my favorite Bowie song. For awhile it was Heroes. For a while it was Panic in Detroit. Now for some reason it is Moonage Daydream.

I once read a review in Rolling Stone of some new band that was writing about outerspace like Bowie did and the reviewer said something like "Nobody should write about outerspace and space creatures unless they are David Bowie."

Bowie has a lot of great space related songs. Life on Mars, Moonage Daydream,Ziggy Stardust, Space Oddity and Ashes to Ashes all come to mind.

He created this alter ego that was Ziggy Stardust, an androgonis rocker.I remember my sister had a friend who dressed like Bowie back in the day when I was only 5 or 6 years old. There were other so called glam rockers like T-Rex but Bowie really transended them all and when it got old he knew to move on to something else.

I used to like the albums that were produced by Eno the best but now I am more partial to Ziggy Stardust and Adalin Sane. These albums are definately a must have for any serious rock collection. Also check out The Best of Bowie DVD which has videos he made (way before MTV) and live performances on various British television shows. I remember the announcer saying "David Bowie showed up looking glamorous. Then went to the bathroom and came out looking all the more glamorous. David Bowie," He said and then Bowie went straight into Young Americans another one of the best songs ever written.

Altered States of the Arts

Dear Readers,

I have been forgetting to tell all of you that I am now on a great website through Altered States of the Arts. There is poetry and pictures of my art on the site along with some poetry by my sister Marie, who died from melenoma in 2005. There is also artwork by Sybil Nobel that is excellent. Go to www.alteredstatesofthearts.com .

And please leave me your comments.

Peace
david

1977-1980 Punk and Joy Division

I met this young 19 year old dude at the protest. We got to talking about music and I said I loved punk rock. He said "Never met anyone your age that said they liked punk rock!" "Well I am a little strange I said. I have been listening to punk rock since 1980 when I was 13." I said.

That night I was planning to watch Control, which is a fantastic movie about the lead singer of Joy Division, Ian Curtis. When I said to the leader of the protest peace movement that I was leaving to watch a movie he was like, "Leaving to see a movie. Can't you wait till the vigil is over?"

I explained that it was not just any movie. This was the life of Ian Curtis who is one of the best lyicists in all of time. He was like a punk Bob Dylan in that his lyrics were never simple song structures. His lyrics speak to me in a way that trancends most other punk bands with the exception of Gang of Four's Entertainment album. Closure is my all time favorite album from the 1977 to 1980 British Punk scene. This wonderful but depressing album came out a few days after Ian Curtis hung himself.

I guess it is dangerous for someone like me to like such music. Once I swallowed a shitload of Lithium when I was depressed while listening to Closer. I have it on vynal and to this day I put it on the turntable every once and a while.

The definative Joy Division collection is Heart and Soul, which is a four CD set that has Closer and Unknown Pleasures, their first album along with outtakes and singles like Atmosphere or the lovely Love Will Tear Us About which was their biggest hit.

Since seeing this movie and The Joy Division movie I have been listening to their music more closely. Songs like Isolation or Colony both off of Closer are the product of a geinus. The producer of Closer even said this to Ian after he laid the vocals for the track in the studio. (At least in the movie version.)

I think it is sad that people with that much talent off themselves. As a person with Bipolar I can understand how horrible life can become when one is in the mist of a depressive episode. Ian had depression on top of his seizure disorder. He and Joy Division (The name comes from the Nazi's. I think it is what they referred to as prostitutes or women who were used as sex slaves.) are a briliant band. After Ian died the rest of the band went on to become New Order, a great eighties band but never quite as good as Joy Division. If you do not own any of their music and are a fan of British punk rock of the 1977-1980 era you should check them out. In my opinion this era died in 1980 when Ian hung himself. Definately check them out.

Peace

Stigma No Longer Troubles

I wrestled with the stigma demon for years. Part of me felt like less then human due to my mental illness. I thought people saw me just as a disease not a human.

Things were harder in the late 80's early 90's when it finnally dawned on me that I had this so called brain disease. I hated myself and the world around me which was constantly portraying people like me in a negative fashion. I could not laugh and say to myself "They say what they say because they are ignorant."

I got into the face of anyone who I thought was stigmatizing me and my fellow brain diseased compatriots. I went up to several professors while in college and told them that they were dehumanizing me and other people with brain diseases. I told them that they would not talk in such a way when it came to people of color or people with cancer or whatever. One of the professors actually became my advisor.

Today I am thinking of stigma since I am wearing a no stigma teeshirt. I bought it at the PMHCA (Pennsylvania Mental Health Consumer Association) conference. I got it for five dollars since it was dirty. I wear it and think to myself, thank God for the movement. Thank God for all of us speaking out and saying stigma stinks, we are human beings. Treat us as such.

Today I can watch a movie that makes fun of mental illnesses. What is wrong with laughing at oneself or the situation. Some would say there is nothing funny about mental illness but as a person dealing with such issues I find it a hell of a lot easier to just laugh. This does not mean I have no pride in myself. It just means I will not succomb to stigma.

Bush On Abortion

All my Christain Conservative family members feel that Bush is a great Christain leader. They site his stance on abortion and his opposition to gay rights as proof that he is a legitamate Christian.

I personally feel that he is an evil warmonger but lets look at his stance on abortion, instead of things like gay marriage in which he shines brightly as a leader of the so called Christian Right.

Immediately after taking office Bush cut funding for The UNPA (United Nations Population Fund) a program that provided prevention of unwanted pregnacies. United Nations officials determined that 800,000 abortions could have been prevented if Bush allowed these services to continue. Also these cuts resulted in the deaths of 4,700 women and 77,000 children.

How is this pro-life? How is this Christian? One only hopes his successor will do a better job of providing funding to organizations that provide services that provent abortion.

George Bush The Gas Guzzle

When George Bush was first elected to the kingship he said "Americans don't care about hybrid cars and all that stuff." Well something like that. After all one can not remember everything that moron has said during his almost eight year reign.

Well Americans do care. Especially now that gas is four dollars a gallon. I get a kick out of the TV ads that offer guaranteed $2.99 gas for so many miles in a two year span. So you buy this gas guzzle and you will not have to pay outrageously at the pump for the first 12,000 miles.

GM is scaling back on SUV's, trucks and other gas guzzlers. They are closing several factories were these gas guzzlers are made. Yesterday I read that the Prius, which is made by Toyota, has sold over one million at this point. I would like to own one but they are 22,ooo dollars, way over my budget. I do own a Corrola which does beautifully on the highways.

Well what about George Bush ??? I bet he is fuming about how his America is no more. We want better gas millage King George. If he would have done something about it when he got into office we would have more fuel efficient cars. And yes he was part of the conspiracy to kill the electric car, which was available in California during the late 1990's. These cars would be plugged in every night and then driven for up to 90 miles or so during the day. GM inbounded the cars which did not make sense since they were leased. One of the gas companies bought the patent for the battery. (See Who Killed the Electric Car for more info.)

So I am hoping that the American car companies get with it and develop something to compete with the Prius. I read recently that Toyota is the number one car company in the world now. This is because they did not listen to George Bush. They did the right thing.

Vinyl Records And the Dead Kennedys in Particular

I started collecting vinyl records back in the day before CDs. As a kid I would get vinyl records for Christmas such as a Billy Joel album from my oldest sister(I can't stand his music now), A Van Halen album from my aunt and uncle and a Stevie Wonder album from my parents.

I did not become a serious collector until age 13, which was 1980, a time of many great punk bands. When I was visiting my cousin David back in the day, he turned me on to Gang of Four, The Stranglers, 999, Wire and other punk bands that just emerged onto the music scene a few years back. He lent me his forty fives which was a really cool collection of music for a 13 year old to listen to.

I remember going with my sister Marie and her friend Leslie to New York City. It was at an independent punk rock record store in the village where I picked up Fresh Fruit for Rotten Vegetables by the Dead Kennedys, since my cousin said "You gotta get this album."

My sister and Leslie were reading the lyrics on the train home. "How does it look?" I asked. They just laughed.

When I got home I listened to it constantly and memorized the lyrics from side A to side B. The album began with Kill the Poor and ended with Viva Los Vegas which of course was them covering the classic Elvis song. Some of the lyrics on the album were on the depressing side such as "Why am I alive. Urban Wonderland. By the fields I stand. In and out of hand." At least those are the lyrics I now recall.

My mother saw the album sitting on the top of my vinyl collection and gasped "The Dead Kennedy's. That is an awful name for a rock band." "It's not rock, mom." I said. "It's punk."
I was so glad that she decided not to investigate any further and read the lyrics, since she would have comfascated the album due to the content.

I do not think that the Dead Kennedy's songwriter Jello Biafri was a Nazi Skinhead since I think he was being sarcastic when he sang such songs as Kill the Poor, in which it could be misconstrued that he was advocating bombing the projects. I do think some people believed this to be so, which is probably why they came out with the song "Nazi Punks Fuck Off" on a later album which I believe was either called In God We Trust or Plastic Surgery Disaster.

Well when I was high and down in the dumps I got pissed off and broke my Radio Shack Stereo and amazingly I lived without music for a few years. I sold all my vinyl records and bought a bag of weed with the money. But in the back of my head I knew I would come back to music someday.

When I was 18 I bought a new stereo.Since Cds had come out by then (It was 1986." I started collecting CDs. I remember that one of the first Cd's I bought was Scary Monsters by David Bowie,who I think is a genius to this day.

Vinyl was still around back then so I would pick up new albums by some of my favorite bands such as the Dead Kennedy's FrankenChrist, which contained a poster that looked like dicks in action. The band was sued by a family who had a young son who's sister purchased the album as a Christmas present.

A lot of the bands from back then are no more. The Dead Kennedy's were touring a few years back but it was without Jello Biafri so I do not think that really counts since he was the singer and the primary songwriter. I believed the band sued him for back royalties. Someone once told me that he would hum the songs and the band would compose the music based on his humming.

Well the neat thing now is that vinyl is making a major comeback. The other day while in Saratoga with a friend I met through my zine, Transcendent Visions, I went to a record store were they sold vinyl records. I bought a new sealed copy of The Dead Boys. (Yes another punk band with dead in their name.) The lead vocalist Stiv Bators was in John Waters Polyester, one of my favorite movies of all time. (At least I believe it was him.)

While I was in the store a younger person around my nephews age (mid to late 20's) was buying Pink Floyd's Animals. I said to him "I got that on vinyl also. Along with The Wall and another one which slips my memory.

Anyway, I think that vinyl actually sounds better then CD's. And obviously so does a lot of people in the younger generation. The woman at the counter persuaded me to shell out the 15 dollars for the Dead Boys album by saying "This is a classic punk record that all punk lovers should own." I asked her how the vinyl was selling and she said it was 75% of their sales.

So I walked out of there with 7 new records (Well six of them were actually used, but new to me.) for 42 dollars. I was glad I found the Captain Sensible album since I was listening to the Animal Liberation compilation album for a long time, which had one of his songs, What No Meat and I really loved that song.

Well I do not think I will ever stopped buying vinyl since there is just something magical about the vinyl record spinning round on a turntable. And the Dead Kennedy's. Yes I still to this day listen to them from time to time and when I got the Rolling Stone record guide and saw only four stars out of five for Fresh Fruit for Rotten Vegetables I was seriously thinking of writing them and saying Fuck Off. That would be real punk rock of me. Now Wouldn't it???

The Jitterbug--Momma Poem 1

On one rainy May day
Back in the mid nineteen seventies
Momma came to me and said
"It is time for you to learn how to dance.
When you meet a girl and get married
you will be thankful that I taught you
how to dance."
She flipped through her record collection
looking for records to dance to.
"When your father and I were young
we did the Jitterbug," she said.
Jitterbug I thought.
What a crazy name for a dance.
Mother put a record on the phonograph player.
It was Glen Miller,
Tommy Dorsey or some other performer
from her day. The nineteen forties
The years in which my parents met at
high school and courted each other
to high school dances.
She would take me in her arms
and we would dance in the living room.
She moved so gracefully.
I moved so awkwardly.
I was eight years old
and it felt strange dancing with my mother
but I enjoyed the stories she would tell
about when they were growing up
and how the music of their day
was so nice compared to my brother's
acid rock. We'd dance and all the while
my eyes would peer out the window
wondering if someone was watching.
After all who wants to be seen
dancing with their mother.

The Lack of Original ideas

Don't you hate it when you have an idea and find out it has already been played out??? Once I had an idea for a book and I explained the plot to my friend and he said "It sounds exactly like Clockwork Orange." So I get a copy and read it and at the end I said to myself "Damn. Another idea down the tubes."



My latest idea was Zoombie pets. The main characters in my comic book decided to give their pets a zoombie syrum. Well I rented Fido and guess what it is about pet Zoombies. It is a great flick that happens in the 1950's and there are all these pet zoombies in it who get treated like dogs. The children are required to have pet zoombies on leashes when they take them outside. Over all a fun flick.



When I read reviews of music in Rolling Stone, they often say stuff like "Sounds like Talking Heads mixed with African Tribal music or whatever.

Well I decided to go through with the zoombie idea anyway, but half the pets are getting rabies since they are going to make a documentary of the mall sabotaging and yes that famous zoombie movie (Was it Night of the Living Dead???) had zoombies in the mall. So I added rabid rednecks to the mix to give it a little bit of originality.



Some of you are probably thinking "Why is he bothering?" Well I need to create. That is why. I had this story perculating in my head for ages and now I am putting in on paper. A freind is doing a few illustrations for it. It is basically a comic book without the pictures. I invented all these characters. They clutter my head. I need to bring them to life.

War Protest March 19,2008

In case you did not know, on Wed March 19,2008 King Georges War just celebrated its 5 year anniversary. As conscientious objector I was out in full gear (Raincoat, several layers of clothing, glasses and peace sign covered with clear plastic bags)

My sign said "Iraq Five Years Too Many. I made it on the previous Sunday at the sign making workshop for Coalition For Peace Action of Bucks County. Several of my patriotic protesting freinds and I got our creative juices following so we could all have signs for this anniversary protest which took place at the Trenton Makes World Takes bridge that goes from Morrisville Pennsylvania to Trenton New Jersey, which is the New Jersey capitol.

I had to get up at 6:30 that morning which was way before my rise and shine time. I ready quickly and Pat called saying "Don't want to be out in the rain. I am not feeling to good." "Can you at least make the college. I can drive us there," I said. "No I just want to stay in today." She said.

So I ventured out into miserable rain. I picked my adopted mom, Eleanor, up at the church United Church of Christ, which about half of the people in the Lower Bucks County Peace Movement attend. (I tried to get my church more active. Lord knows I tried. But Morrisville Methodists are just not as politically active as these church going people.)

I drove us to the bridge.I parked and we gave out some extra signs and went crossed the street. We stood on the side that went from Morrisville to Trenton, right at about where the bridge started. I was talking to Bob. I think I was getting a little bit anoying since my mind was racing and I get annoying when it is racing. Bob runs Coalition for Peace Action out of Princeton New Jersey. According to Paul who I used to work with at Italian Bastards florist, Coalition for Peace Action is the largest peace group in the area.

There were about 30 people at the protest. Cars streamed by all heading to jobs at the capitol complex I imagine. Most were positive. Honking, giving us tumbs up or peace signs. One gave us the finger and when I looked at their bumper I saw a Ron Paul sign. Wait a minute I thought wasn't Ron Paul against the war. Wasn't that one of his main platforms. He was the only Republican to be against the war. Why were they giving us the finger then????

After the vigil I went home and tried to relax. I read all the coverage of the war. The local paper was filled with people saying it is time to get out. Some were for the war but the magority were not. The paper did a survey in which they said it was 4 to 1 against the war.

Did the college thing next in which I sat at a table with Paul, Angela and a woman who's name escaped me but I know it started with an A. The college kids were either gong ho or totally "Don't bother me with Iraq." One said "My husband is over there." then walked away. Anotehr said "Freedom is not free." Paul said he wished he could talk to the pro Bushees. A nice Indian student stood around the table talking to us for about a half hour. I told him about my deceased sister who insisted she was the great grand daughter of Gandi. There was another student who actually served in the military (I believe the Navy) She talked about the use of depleted urainium and how woman become steral from it.

Then I did the symposium which was about the business of war. How corporations profi off of it. This was not new to me and I was burnt out so I decided to leave.

I went home ate dinner then went to the Reach Out party, forgetting about the war, just like alost every other American.

People Have the Power

Yes as Patty Smith said sometime in the 1980's People have the power. Last night I felt powerful as I held my peace sign as all these cars went by during rush hour from 5:30 to 6:30 on Oxford Valley Road. There was about twenty five of us and a photographer was there for www.phillyburbs.com. He interviewed me and said that we would be on the site by Friday 14. He recorded us so there will also be sound. I said how there are all these corporations profiting from war. Most of the people going by were giving us the peace sign or the tumbs up. But some shouted at us. One said "WE should nuke them all." I was talking to my friend Chris who is also a poet. He wants to speak to the Creative People in Recovery group I run.

Next Wed (The 19th of March) will mark the 5th anniversery of the IRaq War. We, The Coalition For Peace Action, will be out protesting at the Trenton Bridge from 7:30 to 9:00. Yes, Patty Smith, People Do Have the Power.

Amen

Quakers United for Peace Marie Poem 37

You were little miss Quaker pacifist
Saying "As a quaker I am a conscientious objector.
All true Quakers are pacifists.
All true Quakers are against the American War Machine,
all those evil corporations making money off of war.
We, Quakers refused to go to war
throughout history
But we did contribute to the rebuilding of Germany
and Europe in general after World War 2.

I remember going with you to a fellow Quakers
house and discussing with them
peaceful means to heal the world
embracing all human beings as equals
who deserve all the things
we Americans take for granted.

And now every week I feel your presence
Cheering me on
As I hold my peace sign
declaring to the world and all those cars
full of people passing by
that I am an America citizen
opposed to war and war profiteering
corporations like Dick Cheeny's Haliburtan

I feel the essence of your soul there
every Saturday morning
cheering me and my compatriots on
as we speak out and try to radiate peace
in a nation divided by a needless war
You'd be there to
with your loving aura

Am I a Death Magnet

Larry my partner in crime for the Creative People in Recovery support group every Saturday said, "Man your some kind of death magnet." I got to thinking that maybe he is right. After all I lost two close friends within a few months of each other.

It all started in the early nineties. I get a call from a cold hospital worker saying "Dr Wagner can not make your appointment tomorrow." Well DR. Wagner could not make any appointments since he died. My resource coordinator told me the next day and read me his obituary over the phone. I went to his funeral. It was the first time someone close to me died since I never really got to know my grandparents.

Everything was ok for awhile but in late 1990's my friend John committed suicide. It was the first time someone I knew committed suicide. It would not be the last.

My mom died on December 30, 1999. I always said "She missed the new millenium by one day. It was painful. I loved moma a lot. She was a great mother and activist. She got a posthumous award for her mental health / homeless advocacy. Fro years she fought for the rights of people society deemed worthless, especially people in state hospitals where she fought to end the use of restraints.

Things were ok for awhile. And then Marie my best friend and sister got Melinoma. She lied to us saying "It's only basil cell." every time we said "Get that thing off your back." She died on November 6, 2005. Over one hundred and ten people came to her funeral. They all said that she was a wonderful human being who cared about others. I some times wonder why she would not get treatment. I guess she saw our mother die slowly from cancer and did not want to go that route. I wrote 30 some poems about her and want to start up on them again.

Then dad died on September 27, 2006. I found him dead in his bed. He was naked. I called 911 and the parimedics came and declared him dead. They asked me what he had medically. I was sobbing so one said "We need to know stuff about your dad. So calm down for a little bit." I said "diabetes, heart failure and high blood pressure." I called my family(what is left of them) in Texas (A sister and brother-inlaw) and Pittsburgh ( A Brother and sister in law.) This was the shittiest day of my life. Worse then restraints. Worse then my psychosis in which I thought demon worshipers were after me. I kept seeing my dad dead in his bed. To shack this image from dominating my head I created three poster collages of his life. To this day I rotate them with my sisters posters and my moms which i created for each of their funerals.

Next up was John from church and the movement. I first met him at the wonderful Wed. program at my church. I knew something was up with him and then he came to a conference for people in recovery for mental illnesses. Well at church he said during class that he was suicidal and that he did a practice of taking a large dose of medicine. The minister tried to help him. HE did not come to the next session. I called the minister the next day to see how he was. She said are you doing anything now?" I said no. She came over and was crying and said "Do not do this to yourself. he hurt so many people by doing this" I promised I would not.

In August my friend Warren died of brain cancer. He was a great guy and I will always remember how he and his partner Tony showed us around New YOrk City when I had my art show at the HAI gallery. What a sweet human being he was. I went to his viewing and the catholic church service. I went to his grave site with Tony and his family. I also did a zine of his poetry but his family will not return my calls concerning it.

I thought it was over. Who else could die in my life??? Then Karen. I met Karen when I was in Friends Hospital when I was 16. We shared an aunt and uncle and set of cousins despite not being related. Her mom was my aunts sister who married my moms brother. She always said we were kissing cousins. WE did so much together over the years, like the Renaisance RAire and New Hope and Princeton. Like Warren, she was one of my best friends. She said that she never felt so depressed to me about a month before here death. She committed suicide on December 9,2007. My family wanted to wait to tell me when I got to Texas to see my sister and brother in law, but her brother found my number with a note that said "Call David." In some respects I was glad I learned of it then since I got the chance to write about our life together before my vacation in Texas. I shared it with my uncle, aunt and cousins we shared and her brother and father, who has Alzheimers.

Well I hope I did not depress you. And please stay alive.

Meat is Murder

So I went to H Market for the first time since my friend from the peace movement said "They got all kinds of tofu there." I went to her house for Christmas and they had Tofurkey for dinner. It was nice. Why am I eating tofu you ask? That is so unAmerican you say. After all Americans eat 15% of all the animals produced in the world despite us being only 5% of the population. Well this is the new America that I predict will arrise soon. People doing things that are better for the environment since in case you are oblivious to the fact and you view it all as Al Gore bullshit to quote one of my family members. THIS WORLD IS DYING. And as a citizen of the world, I want to do all I can to keep it alive and kicking.

Here are some facts to help you decide if I am a wacky UnAmerican or not. (My source is Visions: Volume 12: American Visionary Art Museum. Everything quoted from this source has "" around it. )

Water Supply-- "A pound of meat requires 2,500 gallons of water to produce." Well what about the draught in Atalanta. And how about people in Africa. Couldn't they use this water?

Air and Water Pollution: "US livestock produce 20 times more excrement that do humans, constituting 12% of all ozone depleting methane emisions and raising ammonia and nitrate levels in drinking water to dangerous levels." I once read that people who live near these animal factories have serious health problems due to all the poop these creatures produce.

Land Use: "80 % of all US corn and soybeans that are grown are used to feed livestock" IF you eat tofu instead you are bypassing this problem and cutting down on the amount of acres of rain forest that need to be copped down to feed you and other Americans.

Energy Efficiency: "The world's petroleum reserves could last 20 times longer if used for food production other then meat." It takes less resources to produce tofu. I know you are saying "I hate tofu. How could he eat that. He is UnAmerican. Americans eat meat." Well I love America and the world> I want to see it last.

There are other things listed in the article to prove my point. Maybe you can look it up on the internet at www.avam.org. They have excellent exhibits that run a whole year. Last year was Animals and how they relate to us. I just want to say that the Smiths had it right : Meat is Murder. The way these chickens, pigs, and cows are treated should convince and caring human being that eating animals is nasty. Plain and simple. I wish I did this diet earlier in my life.

Goodbye Hollywoood

I'm a movie freak to the tenth degree. I watch about two hundred a year. Everything from Who the #$% is Jackson Pollock to some B horror movie. Since I don't have a TV, Movies are my primary source of entertainment. (I decided not to own a TV due to a severe addiction to that evil boob tube, I developed at a young age. Basically tv is my crack, chronic, crank, cosmopolitan or whichever concoction you prefer. So I don't own a TV. Many people think that this is extremely odd but honestly I am not your average Joe, Dan or Dave.) Well I went to Hollywood Video to get my fix one Febuary Tuesday since Tuesday is new release day. I like walking around and absorbing all the future entertainment obtions. Well when I got to the check out counter with my two new movies (The Nines and Moving McAllister both of which I give two enthusiastic thumbs up.) The check out guy, Christopher, scanned my movies and said "By the way we are closing this store." Well were can I go to get my movies," I asked. "In Bristol we have a store," Christopher said. I said "That is a long drive just for movies." "I know. It sucks," Christopher said. Then I mentioned the B word. "I guess I can go back to Blockbuster." I said. "Maybe they won't go out of business. I thought you guys were doing awesome. I mean everytime I'm in here there are tons of people getting movies." "I know," Christopher said. "It is because of corporate management." I shook his hand goodbye thinking to myself. "DAmn that corporate management. I bet that CEO prick got a two million dollar McMAnsion with an indoor swimming pool and a hot tub, while poor Christopher is without a job.

Well pretty soon I will head over to Blockbuster to get my movie fix. I remember getting a zine by someone who worked there and he called it Cocksuckers instead of Blockbuster and went on and on about them sucking major league balls. Oh well, Cocksuckers it is. I need my fix and I ain't driving all the way to Bristol just to get it. I know from the commercial that they got a movie plan to hook me up for a monthly fee just like Hollywood.

Goodbye Hollywood Video. It was nice knowing you. Rest in Peace.

Dumb Spilling Shit

Well. Once again friends. I had another one of those brief annoying moments this morning. Was reading the paper all morning since I decided to skip the protest of the Iraq bullshit war, since it was snowing when I woke up this morning. But yes I went to acquire the drugs that keep my heart pumping correctly and my cholestrol at a nicer level. God must of said up there "You pathetic peon. You should be out there protesting that damn war, instead of reading about Amy Winehouse and all the awards the pathetic wino / crack addict / other essential intoxicating goodies injester will be receiving." I did the lunch thing which would of been a toasted bagel and cheese what appeared to be pumpernickle until I discovered the raisons and deemed it disgusting and then defrosted one without raisons. I poured a glass of tomato juice then sat down ate then sat back down in the living room to continue reading about my favorite famous drug addicts in the Philly paper. I went to pick up the Arts and Entertainment section and knocked over the tomato juice. It spilled all over the newspaper. I then panicked and thought oh well it was only tomato juice unlike the one time when God interveened on my drunkenness by me dropping a case of Yeungling Lager down my steps to my apartment. That time was more crucial than a little bit of tomato juice on the Philadelphia Inquirer.

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