So I am back.. back with a vengeance... So what did I do in my poof-like absence? Not really a hell of a lot to tell you the truth... yet at the same time i did giant amounts... I'm sure you know what I am talkig about.. been making music mostly.. no new albums any time soon.. so don't worry about that... I have made enough music since three sticks to make a whole new record.. but I am not gonna.. I am gonna pick out the absolute best of what I do, and then probably post it on MP3.com for all of you to listen to.. My eyes don't work any more.. every thing just keeps getting fuzzier and fuzzier... i wish I knew why. I should probably give my wishes to Traci on her birthday, which was a couple days ago... so i will. I think I am ready to start up another underground rock and roll revolution very soon... just like the old days.. back in 1994... yeah.. we were making a difference in the world back then... i think it's about time... for sure. First thing I need to do is get my band back together... then we shall conquer the universe... But before all that, I think I need a hair cut... it's looking pretty weird up there right now.. I want to grow it long again, but at what cost?? can you tell me that??? Am I doomed to look like a geek until mr.hair decides it is time to be long enough again??? life is too hard. We made the third in the zipper within film series. It is called "The Art Of Dutches" and kicks the hell out of anything at the movie theater this summer... soon to be edited, and finished.. I will keep you all posted. I am continuing with the script to 36 Blocks Of Hair... as you may or may not have known, the script on my web site here, is just a partial script.. that's right kids, its gonna be a longer film... but I wouldn't go so far as to say feature length... but it shall kick ass none the less. Traci is slated to star as Sindy.. and if she's not available, then it will be me... but the rate at which this damn hair grows upon my lip does worry me so... I would have to be shaving between every damn shot. life is hell.
Tuesday, 13 July 1999
Monday, 5 July 1999
Thursday, 1 July 1999
JULY 1 2000
Happy Canada day to all... especially those poor bastards in the united states... how I pity thee. It has been some time since I wrote in this propaganda leaden mess, so I shall do so right now. I have a blister on my big toe, cuz i walked and walked and walked all day, trying to find a place to cash my pay cheque... i finally went to Money mart.. only three bucks on a hun, and its soupy-lay. I have been having what we like to refer to as no life. So there have been little stories to tell here. The kids are fine, in case you wondered... their house burnt down a couple weeks ago, but they seem to be doing better now. As you can all see, I am still making music... I wish some of you people out there would buy my new album.. it really does kick ass, and it's available for sale off the internet now, Three Sticks is the name, and it's only $5.99, if you pay with your credit card.... Just click the wee picture of me --> while you are at it, I also have t-shirts and coffee mugs available for sale too... I think I may have gone too far, but perhaps not..?? As far as my attitude goes, I think it is exactly the same as it's been for the last four months or so.... but I am trying to be more cheerful these days... perhaps I am fooling myself... ahh well, it's all for the best. I was talking to my dear friend Julie yesterday, and we realized that our 10 year high school reunion will be coming up in 3 more years... only three years to become productive members of society... not much time.. not much at all... I have to become a rock star like right quick here... any suggestions? We also realized that it has been 10 years since that oh so meaningful turning point in our lives when we went to go see Depeche Mode... my god, ten years.. I am so freaking old it makes me wanna shit. And all I do is work at a magazine store?? Something is wrong here. I also realize I have been single for exactly half a year... where are all the chicks? Am I even looking? What's going on here? Ahhh well, such is the way the spindle rotates I suppose.