DECEMBER 4 1999

I have not written much lately... sorry kids.. been hard at work on my new cd... wish I could share some with you... but the fucking idiots at XOOM shut me down... you may have noticed that the 'listen to my music' section is not working... well they shut me down, thinking I was violating copy rights... by distributing MP3s, and haveing Real-audio, The earased all my shit... fucking fools never thought to see if I OWN the fucking copy rights to the stuff I was distributing.... AAHHGGHH! Foolishness. Oh well, I guess you will all just have to buy my new cd when it comes out... sorry to have to make you spend money... didn't want to... but I have to... you know how it is folks. So in conclution, I am a musical genius with an ego problem, XOOM is run by half ape-half squid type creatures, I hate teenagers, and my son has magick inside of him, so he no longer needs to sleep with a stuffed animal. (Or thats what HE told me any how) oh yeah... some punk rocker down town wanted me to get him a baloon from a children's clothing shop.... I had to decline. Sorry brotha.. where ever you are...

NOVEMBER 20 1999

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As the title of this page says........ get it?

NOVEMBER 18 1999

As it seems I have lost my mind, and got my hair cut. Crys dragged me kicking and screaming in to a barber shop yesterday.... the result? Most of my head is shaved, with a big tuff of hair sticking out of the top. It looks a lot cooler than it sounds, don't worry kids. I still rule the universe. Lets get to the shocking part of the story shall we? Upon examinatin of my head, (parts of my head I have never seen) we discovered a strange scar. In the shape of a perfect V. I have never had an injury there, so I asked my mother if perhaps I had had one as a baby... allas, no injury ever happened. Interestingly this is the part of my head where I get constent pain and strange tingleing. This leads me to only one conclution... I have be abducted by aliens. I truely believe this. To see a picture of this crazy scar on my head clickhere. (yes, I stuck my head on the scanner.... yes, I am strange.)

NOVEMBER 12 1999

I was walking home the other day and looked in to the sky... the stars were so big and bright, it made me laugh my head off, right there in the middle of the field. It reminded me how completely insignificant we all are. Everything we do, though out our entire lives, really means shit. Only if you look at it on a grand scale however. If we place our self's at the center of the universe, every thing is not shit. Everything we do has huge significance to the whole universe... mainly our self. I took an on line survey to see if I had been abducted by aliens... it wouldn't let me process my results, not doubt due to alien interference. We will never be able to travel though time, sadly... I have been waiting for an old Blaise to show up at my door for as long as I can remember, and he has never came... I know I would not make myself wait this long to meet myself. I'm not that much of a bastard... Got a new kitty... She lives at my girlfriend's pad, and her name is Avalon. I will put a pic of her on here as soon as I get one... I think Dave Groll is cool. Why? Because no one thinks of Nirvana, when they think of Dave Groll any more. He has successfully detached him self from that phenomenon, and has his own life in the Foo Fighters. I don't really like the foo fighters all that much though... What I do like is the Beastie Boys... I believe that the future of our world will revolve around music, and art. Music in particular. After all, 'it's the dawning of the age of Aquarius'... but back the the beasties... they have something, it's so much more than just hip-hop, or rock... they are our future... I'm sorry so say almost.. What happened to good old rock music? Everything is so crazy over produced, and nut ball. That is our future..what will make the difference between good and bad, is the attitude behind the music, it doesn't even necessarily have to be the lyrics. Rock n' roll as we knew it is dying, why? Because the new stuff sounds better... doesn't mean it IS better, but it sounds better... Am I babbling?? Oh well... got a bad head ache, but I thought I should write in my global bitch machine before bed... most people have a little section "about me" I have instead decided to basically put a diary out for the world to see, I thought if you really want to know about me, this would be a better way to meet, than just telling you I'm 5 foot 11, with long black hair... Soon to be short black hair, If I ever get the nerve to do it... I have had long black hair for 9 years... been lookin' the same for 9 years... I live in my fucking past, and it has to stop. I'm sick of my past... perhaps I should do something cool in my present so I won't have to live in 1994 any more... Don't get me wrong, my present kicks ass... I got a great girl, I have the strangest...  I mean best kids in the world, and aside from not eating much everything is well... I just wish I was still a psychopath, things are much more interesting when I am. But who's to blame? Just me...

NOVEMBER 7 1999

By the time anyone actually reads this page it will be like 80 feet long. Mmmmm.. the sweet taste of cigarettes... How come I don't get more hits on my page? My girlfriend is always working her ass off to advertise my shit over the web... but the only people who come here seem to be the kids on my icq whom I badger constently to go here... Oh well, I'm not Katdiva. As for THAT home page... my god, I went there today, for my daily look into Katdiva's sad life of constant harrassment, and here is a memorial to her.. like she commited suicide or something. If you have never been to that home page you won't know what I'm talking about. Anyhoos, turns out the whole thing was a big hoax... very clever I must say... Poor Terry though, he was falling in love with little Kelly... As dorris day would say.....
Well, it's 3 in the morning, and I got kids tommorow, so I bid you farewell...

NOVEMBER 5 1999

Three days in a row I have been possesed to add to this section... don't worry, I will get bored with it soon, and move onto other more wonderful things... My bitch for the day: Hmmmmmm.... lemme see.. I'm not in the best mood. But I'm listening to blondie, so all will be well soon. Hearing about aliens eating cars is a good way of relaxing one's soul. It's like getting a fortune cookie, but not getting a fortune in it.. you know what I mean? It's like your destiny has been totaly ripped off from that moment on. I was reading about some band today, some chick-punk-goth band sort of deal... these girls were like 15 years old.. playing there own shit, I forget the name of the band right now, but that's not the point. The point is, I have been makeing music for fucking years, and where am I? I sure as hell ain't plastered accross the pages of spin magazine... why the hell do some people get all these fucking breaks, but a poor kid like me, who if given some good equiptment, could out rock just about anything that walked... I'm not 'just' being egotistical, it's the fucking truth. I got alot of fucking songs, and the raw energy needed to become the worlds foremost rock n' roll god. But let just see if it happens... ok, I do have extreme lazyness going against me... but I shouldn't have to go out and prove myself, people should be out there looking for me. Anything else exciting in the news today?? lets see.. oh BECK... look at this guy, he's a fucking goddamn genious. I fuckin' love him. This kid knows what I'm talking about. I'm sure he has worked a lot harder than me, but fuckit, I still rule too you know. That's todays bitch. Thank you very much.

NOVEMBER 4 1999

I just wanted to say that I went out and finally got the "From here to eternity" Clash album... I want every one to go out and buy this right now. It has brightenend up my day considerably. It totaly kicks ass, I am almost tempted to say it is the best clash album ever... I suppose I can't though.. would a live album count? I don't know. I think the best die spinne album is "suicide", and that's live... so maybe it is.. oh well.. go buy it, you won't be disappointed. One more thing before I leave. I have worked in the magazine selling business for a few years and have made this observation... Old business men buy lots, and lots, and lots of porn. They are all married too.. I check for a ring. It wouldn't be as bad, but they always buy the Barely 18, or Baby face, or live young girls stuff... I bet these perverts have teenage daugters at home. It's fucking gross, it's scary. Like I want to hurt them. It's evil. Yet another reason to hate business men... if it's in a suit, don't trust it.