Plans

Expect a new issue of my zine here in the next few months. If you want to contribute just let me know and I will think of something cool.

Orlando show tomorrow n-n-n-night

First day of the Offsides FL tour. Come out and hang

Conforming

I have finally been sucked in by the strong social networking force they called Facebook. It was inevitable, and I figured I would just get it over with and stop being a stubborn, fussy, teenager. I began a new messenger bag today to hold my touring essentials like cliff bars, and baby wipes. Poop.

Countdown

5 days left of irregular life, then it's time to get my tour on! I am making a new messenger bag for tour. I got some cordura fabric from seattlefabrics.com and it is super strong and feels nice against my backside. I should be able to put it together with little trouble in 5 days. Cross your butt holes everyone! The new blacklisted record is coming out this month supposedly, and I couldn't be more stoked. I know most everyone that I know hate blacklisted but they are one of my favorite bands and it's going to be sick. I've been downloading a bunch of new jazz records and some select few hip-hop classics. The review writing job has been a total success and I should be getting another paycheck soon. See you on the road chumps!

-Thomas

Stealing Spoons. Nonsense.

Cape Fear is a scary movie. Clint Eastwood is a bad ass. "Normal" people are annoying. Sports piss me off. Except hockey. Hockey is cool. There are more shitty bands than good bands. There are also more good bands than people know. If you don't think for yourself, someone else will do it for you. Believe in no god. Believe in no law. Anarchy would be nice, but it's doubtful it will ever happen. The government. Ceremony is sick. I like stating the obvious. Yup.

Chutes Too Narrow

So, I've been searching for a job the past few months without any success whatsoever. And through a random craigslist posting I just landed a "job" writing reviews for different nutritional products like protein powders and pasta sauce. It's really weird but it's super easy and I get paid $150 per 50 articles. At first I thought it was a scam but they are legit and I didn't give them my SSN or anything so even if they are con artists they don't have anything on me except my email and some shitty essays.

In other news, I got a huge movie score at goodwill the other day with a bunch of weird sci-fi tv episodes and an old Alec Baldwin movie where he kills people and impersonates a cop. Tour is soon and I couldn't be more ready to leave. Shins anyone?

Tour Sickness

Lately, I have been feeling very depressed. Not in a way like, a girlfriend (or boyfriend depending on whatever you happen to be into) dumped me, or a family member died. More in a way like home sickness. Except it's the opposite. I want to be on tour. Tour for the rest of my life. Live out of a 15 passenger van everyday, all day. Sleep under stars in camp grounds in the middle of the California mountains. Sit in a van for 12 hours at a time with nothing to do but sing along to my favorite records and read Bukowski until my eyes bleed. Play a show in front of 10 people who I've never met before, and not stop until everyone in the room is drenched in sweat. Have absolutely no money, and have to steal food to eat. Wake up in the middle of the night on a long drive and not know where the fuck I am. Hang out with the same 6 people everyday until I know every little minute thing about them. Break down in the desert and climb a mountain. I want to live.