happy friday everybody
today's factoid: paper cuts hurt like hell and don't heal quickly because paper is bleached with arsenic. i suppose the arsenic on my finger that is entering my blood stream will just mingel with the reserves i have in my lungs.
amoeba music, how do i love thee? let me count the ways. well, let's not. i spend a whole lot of time at amoeba yesterday and that invariably means that i blew waaaay too much loot on music. of the many purchases i made, i scored a copy of the who's bbc recordings. great googily is john entwistle amazing on the bass. i wonder if keith moon was the slouch of the group or by some cosmic circumstance he was nearly as talented as ox, roger daltry and pete townshend. i should really steal one of the dvds of the isle of wight concert that's laying around the office. it'd go nicely with the tera patrick porno that i'd like to pinch.
getting back to the crux of our story, i was at amoeba yesterday elbow deep in the clearance bin of videos they were putting out. about one out of every three videos for sale were unfortunately promotional screeners, tapes that are not meant to be sold, rented, distributed, placed in orifaces, etc. i only bring this up because i dabble in antipiracy as part of my vocation and if you were to call the phone number that scrolls across the screen of these videos, your call would eventually find its way to my desk. these calls are a great source of frustration because by some karmic happenstance in order for someone to actually pick up the phone and dial the numbers (ok, you really get a message at 800-no-copys that lists my phone number) their level of intellegence falls somewhere in between grapefruit and pauly shore. no, i take that back, the weez has his funny moments and i must admit to being one of the seven or eight people on this planet that enjoyed biodome. so the intellegence range is between grapefruit and christina aguilera. that girl could open her own kiosk within amoeba what with all her used cd's they have for sale.
i hope to see some of you, if there are any people who in fact try to digest the tripe that i periodically expunge on to this page, tonite at chez docteur ash.
yabba-dabba-doo!
today's factoid: paper cuts hurt like hell and don't heal quickly because paper is bleached with arsenic. i suppose the arsenic on my finger that is entering my blood stream will just mingel with the reserves i have in my lungs.
amoeba music, how do i love thee? let me count the ways. well, let's not. i spend a whole lot of time at amoeba yesterday and that invariably means that i blew waaaay too much loot on music. of the many purchases i made, i scored a copy of the who's bbc recordings. great googily is john entwistle amazing on the bass. i wonder if keith moon was the slouch of the group or by some cosmic circumstance he was nearly as talented as ox, roger daltry and pete townshend. i should really steal one of the dvds of the isle of wight concert that's laying around the office. it'd go nicely with the tera patrick porno that i'd like to pinch.
getting back to the crux of our story, i was at amoeba yesterday elbow deep in the clearance bin of videos they were putting out. about one out of every three videos for sale were unfortunately promotional screeners, tapes that are not meant to be sold, rented, distributed, placed in orifaces, etc. i only bring this up because i dabble in antipiracy as part of my vocation and if you were to call the phone number that scrolls across the screen of these videos, your call would eventually find its way to my desk. these calls are a great source of frustration because by some karmic happenstance in order for someone to actually pick up the phone and dial the numbers (ok, you really get a message at 800-no-copys that lists my phone number) their level of intellegence falls somewhere in between grapefruit and pauly shore. no, i take that back, the weez has his funny moments and i must admit to being one of the seven or eight people on this planet that enjoyed biodome. so the intellegence range is between grapefruit and christina aguilera. that girl could open her own kiosk within amoeba what with all her used cd's they have for sale.
i hope to see some of you, if there are any people who in fact try to digest the tripe that i periodically expunge on to this page, tonite at chez docteur ash.
yabba-dabba-doo!
