cesb wrote:

that damned fly wrote:i found one of my cat's claws sticking out of the rug in front of the tv.

i should make a necklace out of it.

"yep, i stalked this cat for days before i finally caught up with him and killed him. he killed my best friend..."

"...so I killed him. Eye for an eye. Made a fucking stew out of him. Did you ever eat a cat? "

"they taste like chicken. or like they eat a lot of chicken and fish. pretty gross actually...but not bad with the right spices."

Today I am drum teching for a Nu Metal drummer who has no sense of time or what constitutes a good drum sound.

One by one, I have been prying his dead, flat sounding drums (and piccolo snare!!! argh!!) out of his hands and replacing them with well-tuned drums that resonate. (This is what I am being paid for, after all.) This freaks him out, but the rest of his Nu Metal band is saying "DUDE! THOSE DRUMS SOUND SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOURS DO!"

Of course, once the drums are tuned, I get to sit back and listen for hours while he dubba-dubbas his double kick drum pedal and rides on his china crash.

Please kill me.

Earlier today he said to me "I don't really care about John Bonham. He was before my time."

Other than that, he's a nice kid. He just has terrible taste.

I was riding the bus into town tonight at 8.30pm, and we'd gone upstairs to avoid a pack of very drunk, rowdy neds. A minute or so after we'd sat down two of these little pricks came up the stairs, and from the stairwell came the unmistakable sound of powerful vomiting. A third ned came swaying up the stairs, looking kind of green around the gills and with his cheeks fully distended. He staggered past us and threw up forcefully, spraying the couple behind me. He continued on to sit with his friends at the back of the bus, spewing again once he was seated.

Most of the people on the top deck, us included, made a run for the relative safety of the lower deck. As we cowered in our new seats at the back, I saw a wave of brown liquid skooshing down the outside of the window. Seemingly, in a rare moment of insight and consideration for his fellow man, the ned was now directing his puke outside the bus. On reflection, we put this guy's age at between 13-15.

(Going out in Glasgow on a Saturday night is always a risky business, for mine, but going out in Glasgow on a Saturday night when Scotland have just won at home in the European Championships is asking for trouble. Town was absolutely disgusting tonight, full of people who had been drinking since 4pm, with all their finest attributes... jealousy, violence and casual rascism... bubbling to the surface).

I'm going to be in a shitty TV show pilot.
They are filming some bullshit on my block, I went out to move my car and I stood around talking to the people working while I smoked a cigarette. They are filming a scene in a bar down the street and they asked if I wanna be one of the people sitting at the bar.
I'm going down there in a few minutes to do it, I wonder if they give you real beer?
I better bring my own just in case.
Wish me luck.
'these pretzels are making me thirsty' keeps popping in my head, maybe I'll say it see if anyone laughs.

I am awake, though my body probably thinks it's 5:30 AM.

I have to be in work at 9 tomorrow.

I miss London already. It is as cold here in NYC as it was there, and I feel I must mention that US TV is much, much better than UK TV.

However, we have no trains that terminate at Cockfosters, and that makes me sad.

Marsupialized wrote:I'm going to be in a shitty TV show pilot.
They are filming some bullshit on my block, I went out to move my car and I stood around talking to the people working while I smoked a cigarette. They are filming a scene in a bar down the street and they asked if I wanna be one of the people sitting at the bar.
I'm going down there in a few minutes to do it, I wonder if they give you real beer?
I better bring my own just in case.
Wish me luck.
'these pretzels are making me thirsty' keeps popping in my head, maybe I'll say it see if anyone laughs.

I went back down and they said they are doing something different tonight.
So much for my film career.

One day, I will be an extra in an Orion Pax video. Man in pew #3.

dontfeartheringo wrote:...but the rest of his Nu Metal band is saying "DUDE! THOSE DRUMS SOUND SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOURS DO!"

I get an entertaining visual here...hopefully, they said it in unison...

i'm very excited today, cause this last saturday i've bought a new van for the band. Even if i have to pay the bank for 48 months for that, i feel
great now the band is much more independant.
and i can't wait to hit the road with everyone.

Today, I saw the Insane Clown Posse tour bus arrive in the parking lot at work.

http://www.livenation.com/event/getEvent/eventId/293017





I'm sure I will see some juggaloos when I go home tonight.