New Years Eve

Will’s back in town. That means we leave on tour in a couple of days. And that also means we get to see his de-nailed toe that he smashed in Austin while working sound for a RAW Wrestling gig.

Today we practiced our set for the first time since our drag show. Feeling pretty good, we went back to Dustin’s house and watched a Slovakian vampire movie called Let The Right One In. I’d imagine it’s a lot more intense than New Moon/Twighlight type Vampire stories, being that those seem to attract an excessive amount of under-agers and cougars.

The party tonight was at Ashley’s house, the place where I’ve partied during New Years 3 years in a row.

After Tommy consumed a heroic dose of Alcohol, his dancing became more of a limp-armed intraorbit of the living room. Later, he lifted Will up to the ceiling by his crotch like a figure skater; surely the highlight of the night.

Pinocchio Paradox

Is Pinocchio’s statement true or false?

The Coma Recovery in the Newspaper

The Coma Recovery is going on a week-long tour in the Southwest starting January 2nd.

Today Tommy called me because a dude from the Albuquerque Journal urgently needed a photo of us within a few hours. If we couldn’t find a photo to give, he wouldn’t be issuing an article about us in the newspaper. That didn’t seem like much of a threat, because I had no idea we were even going to be in the newspaper.

We never take band photos, so Tommy and I could only think of searching for a photo from tour that was decent enough to put in the newspaper.

I thought the series of wig photos was funny enough to throw together as a possibility. Of course, it became clear that it wasn’t really an option to be selected for the article. Or was it? Nah, probably not.

Sidenote: Will is going to be doing the tour. But after that, he’s back to Austin. Sometimes, to me, leaving town for a very long time again sounds like a fun idea.

Avatar, in a triple 3D digital XD explosion!

I followed the hype and went to see Avatar today, in the most expensive form possible; 3D in a digitally projected XD theater (whatever that means). Only $15.

‘Twas worth it, though. It changed my life for the better. After watching Avatar, I hanker for humanity less, and now want to live in a world that doesn’t really exist.

A Frodo Christmas

Sometimes you can almost feel it when the rest of the world has relaxed and climbed off their hamster wheel. It’s a good feeling, whether you do really feel it or imagine you feel it.

Everything used to close down every Sunday the same way it does on Christmas.  Why only 1 Day off per year versus 52? It’s no wonder we’re slowly going more insane.

Today was probably the only time I’ve felt so good doing absolutely nothing, without the familiar self-induced guilt trips about using one day to do nothing. I think in the course of history, it’s pretty new to be afraid to rest. And for some reason we’re all contributing to the conditioning of one another to work ourselves mental. Not only is work something that we feel we have to do to be respected by others, but it becomes the source of our identity.

What’s the first thing people talk about with other?

“So, what do you do?”

The thing about work is, people have to tout how hard they work at this-or-that so they can buy this-or-that and get married to him-or-her. Taking a day to do nothing is unheard of and frightening to people. This isn’t about using one day to be lazy, which has it’s own toxic qualities about it, but it’s about becoming potential (versus kinetic) energy for a moment.

Heaven forbid we experience ourselves silently in our own houses.

Of course, everything-in-moderation. The human body is a product of nature, and nature is about balance. A wave has got to recede after forcing itself on shore. Trees have got to chillax a couple seasons to start pushing out greens again.

Today I read The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand, drank wine, watched Lord of the Rings, and didn’t open a single present. Delights.

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Please Listen to Ben’s wonderful Christmas song he created just for your Christmas, 2009.

Bad Influence

These are a couple of my good mates Josh and Kevin. I’ve been friends with both of them for the last 15 years of my life. To be completely thorough, I’ve known Kevin since we were on the same little league baseball team when I was 10.

If I was to ever to blow off a hand or lose an eye, it would have been with these guys. I would list the things we did when we were younger, but it may cue the internet terrorist bots to make a check on my site.

Anyway, they’ve come back to Albuquerque for family Christmas celebrations. Tonight we hung out in my room and talked about law-breaking histories, run-ins with cops, close calls, and how Albuquerque seems so great only after moving away from it.

Anima

I like to update this site for each day. But you know, I’m going to stop pumping this blog with filler and be honest. I’m going to skip a day, maybe two, because really, I’m not doing anything I feel like mentioning. In fact, it’s a quarreling era. Why? No reason. Just adventure within the psyche. And our hero has jumped from refusing the call to entering the belly of the whale within the last week.

Goodbye, Bear.

Goodbye, Bear.

The Philosoraptor has spoken.

Losing hope in humanity.

I spent the entire day recovering from my stay in Roswell for the last week, then went to work tonight for some local hip-hop R&B show.

It’s been a long time since I’ve absolutely dreaded being at work. Tonight was one of those nights. I’ve reflected on the times where I’ve felt similar, and it usually relates to a sense of losing hope in the future of the human race.

There was no reason for me to work tonight; there were almost more performers than there were audience members. Despite the small turn-out, a guy from security told me how everyone was treating themselves like VIPs, exchanging passes to get access back stage, free drinks, etc. It was like neanderthals parading self-glorification, making sure to have poop readily available in hand if chucking became necessary. The music was like plugging headphones into excrement. The lyrics were 99% about pride in being 100% worthless. The bloated confidence behind it is what made the experience unbelievable.

I watched two girls get in a fight, one standing at a lower level behind a handrail, the other facing in the opposite direction at a table. The one standing below grabbed a handful of the other girl’s hair and tried to pull her over a railing by her head. Her neck was surprisingly bendable, as the other girl was yanking, as if tugging a rope in tug-o-war.

Cops were everywhere and security was doubled because of the potential for gang violence. If the venue made any money at all, it would only be because of the excessive purchases of Corona and Bud Light.

My thoughts fed on the atmosphere of negativity. I slammed down a mallet of judgment like never before. Most of the time I can laugh it off, but tonight, a part of me was considering that maybe it’d be good for a portion of humanity to become extinct.