microtrash

04:09 pm: last entry
this journal seems kinda pointless. i'm kinda rerouting everything to the myspace account, including blog entries. i feel like i've come along in an amazing way on here, describing everything has not only saved it in cybersapce if there ever was a fire or something, but it gave me a way to vent my frustrations and victories to get it out of my system. live journal always gave me a clear head. writing is a godsend in that way. i read every comment and appreciated every single one, even the ones from douche bags, sometimes there was no one but my lj subscribers, like that one christmas, and i'll never forget it. thanks guys.

now go to fucking myspace. myspace.com/mcchris.

thanks alan.

ps. come see me in jersey tomorrow night. i swear i'm not really this emo. excessdb.com

12:22 pm: Mass Mails (COME SEE MY JERSEY SHOW THIS SAT!!!)
I hate mass mails. John and I agree that in the age of myspace it's become antiquated. we're trying to figure you the best way to inform you of our ongoings. I've yet to figure out how to send out a message to all of my myspace friends (soon to be 30,000 people!!!) our mailing list is around 6 or 7 thousand so i'm putting this in my blogs as well. we're still indie with no publicist so it's still up to you, the fans, to help us get the word out. this can be done around water coolers, kiddie pools, buckets of water. anything with water in it really. it also helps if you get on the mailing list while we figure out how to master myspace.

so what's there to talk about?

well we're having a sale at the new mcchris store which features a new way to for you to show your mc spirit. kids ahve been sending in pics of themselves wearing our clothes. everyone looks awesome and i hope the pics keep coming. there are new items on the block, cheap stuff like patches, stickers and pins. there's also our first dvd offering. the pax dvd not only features a hilarious doc on a bad ass video game olympics but a full mcchris concert in front of 2000 people. come check out the store at www.mcchris.com/store/ we're trying to stay afloat in the wake of tax times, so as always your support is a godsend and every little bit helps.

we had a great time at the jake and jackie show and premiered a new demo, party without me. contrary to recent bloggings everyone's been really supportive and awesome towards the new stuff we've released so far. this is another kind of support we love. support can also come in the form of a freshly baked pie or a noncommital make out session. john and i are about half way through with dungeon master of ceremonies. we plan to release it at the end of the summer. we will then tour pretty much all fall. and we'll go everywhere. so be sure to shout out your city or support your upcoming show at the message boards at http://67.18.79.2/forum/

to keep the pump primed we'll be doing shows on the weekends. we've already got a bunch lined up:


4/22 at school of rock south hackensack, nj

5/12 at avalon in nyc opening for msi

5/13 ohio state opening for j5

5/19 the underground in connecticut with the prozacs

5/27 the house cafe dekalb, il

6/2 the nanci raygun in richmond, va

6/10 harper's ferry in boston


new dates are coming in. there's a good chance we'll be hittin Michigan and Pennsylvania after that. please come to the school of rock this saturday in south hackensack, new jersey. it's been a long while since i've done a show the fans could come see. i hope you all try to come and bring your friends and have them bring their friends, you could even bring relatives, you know your aunt wants to hang. we'll be premiering new shit, i guess that's the main reason to see me this spring. wanna hear the record come see me live.

so i think that's it. we've got a bunch of stuff cookin and we can't wait for you to hear it, but the realse date will happen soon enough. as always we thank you for your coolness. keep playing the jams, pushing the chris, we need you guys more than ever. peace. mc

07:28 pm: saved by the buoyancy of citrus
a perfect day in new york. the weather seems rational for once. i walked the bridge into the city. it's spits me right into the lower east side. i go north into the east village and the video game store and the comic book store across the street. there was only a new batman 100 and i don't know how that one begins. like most people say these days i'll wait for the trades. i feel guilty going into the stmarks shop because i'm a loyal forbidden planet customer, but no one's ever in there and it's so roomy. you can take your time and cool off. forbidden planet feels like a trading floor on wall street. east village is kiddie corner to union square so i hand in my pull list, i had been putting it off. all civil war tie ins, wolverine, avengers, young avengers, excallibur. i'd given thing and iron man a chance but they sugged. the new wolverine's sound good, revenge time, old costume. i flipped through the bucky plotline, the art looked bad. bad comic book art is as infuriating as radio static cutting into a good song. I went down to virgin and got the new womb raider, the reviews are through the roof, i was gonna get a 360 for it, but maybe we should wait. find out if i'm cool or not. stepped into footlocker, the square was flooded with new yorkers, seeming desperate and confused. a british woman next to me prattled off like a crazy woman about shoes, like she could get them to go into the vault where they hide her size. they laced me up into some new balances, and my feet nestled in like it was sunday morning. i love my new shoes. there's a pocket of air on the heel that says abzorb. rock.

i've been knee deep in kingdom hearts. it started out as dry and boring as warm seltzer. it somehow morphed into heroin. i couldn't put it down and started sleeping weird. i loved the details, the ways that everything changes with each world. the costumes, the meters, the combos. i was playing tron last night. light bikin. i'm stuck on my second bout with the guitar player. and i have a new womb raider game. what to do.

i had a horrible headache yesterday, from practicing with my headphones on blast (yes i'm working on a album as well.) took some tylenol and hacknslashed my way through the disney universe. got a burger and some fries from the diner next door. the fries are dangerously perfect, makes me wonder if any of this is real.
today i feel much much better. saw a movie in the afternoon. brick. it was quite great. the popcorn was perfect. they had perrier! i had a straight razor shave at the sicilian's right before the movie. perfect day.

i guess i should mention i was on the radio and had a great time. someone asked me how it felt to be on the wagon and it felt great to respond with a beam of light. my last radio show was desperate cry for help, this one i felt like a crowing rooster. which is kind of annoying in its own way, but it felt good and they seemed really happy with it. they kept saying i'm perfect for their audience. we premiered a song. the rapper on hold said he could relate and everything felt cool. the message board put in their two cents. it was third generation mp3 hosted on some kid's site, they nitpicked the mixing, the vocoder. some liked it. i don't think i'll release any more material though. it's too discouraging. you go to your message board on your site to be cheered on, not to get notes, but they've got their opinions and i've given them a place to to get it out. i don't think i wanna turn back on what i've set up. not now anyhow. to be honest, i do feel like a dog or a plant that needs a little love and sunlight. and while we're at it, the song's nowhere near done, the vocoder is just hiding my voice which is nontonal and just a scratch that will be filled in by a singer of some sort down the road. regardless, the fans are a picky lot. i actually think i'm deathly afraid of them and their take on me. but we march on. what's weird no one ever talks about the content of the lyrics. someone said it wasn't underground or nerdy or enough. don't really know how to respond.

tonight there are three parties, well one's a show. it's all in brooklyn. i'm zigzagging back and forth, reminds me of tour. tomorrow i'm videogaming, there better be a sopranos. and someone better die. cuz it's easter.

02:07 pm: whatchoo know about dat
it's spring. i feel like i've been a coma like tony soprano or sora (there's a rhyme for ya.) i should be walking all over the unvierse but the blisters are bad, i think i just need better shoes. there are actually blisters, little ones, inside of old ones. so i've been "virtually" walking through kingdom hearts two. i didn't play the first one so i'm really lost and the beginning was really boring. once i learned what to do during all the breaks in gameplay i came to like it. i had played timsplitters for a while before that and far cry before that, a little call of duty. i liked the cartoonishness of timesplitters and the game play was smooth, but too much of it took place in the future. I'm all about old mansions. that's why the beginning of hearts seemed so weird to me. you go to a mansion but it's not haunted i'm like is this really a disney game. everyone says i should've played the first one, but i like to know what everyone's talking about right now this second, not often, but sometimes. and it's not like there's not enough time to play two games.

my improv group agreed upon the name lazerwolfe, our first show is next week which is exciting. i decided the group was gonna be enough for now, and that maybe i would audition for harold teams later in the year. roo and i did a cancer benefit at my old alma mater at coles. it was imrpov with microphones, in a big school festival situation, a lock in, no one's paying attention but they are. death by roo roo is known for their caustic (abortion aids) style of improv, so immediately we're doing scenes about masturbation and pornography. they run to the stage and ask us to tone it down. we do, kinda. it was a nice f u to a college i never really liked, the kids that really watched us, that sat around the stage had a good time and gave us a kind but not huge helping of applause before we left. rooroo's message, we're not good for this sort of thing. a few ran up to me for pics after we were done and one or two recognized me before hand. as much as i dislike my ol school i still hope there are some mc fans in hayden and rubin.

tonight is jack and jackie. i'll be announcing all kinds of cool stuff, promoting shows, playing stuff from the new album, hopefully giving away some stuff. new music for sure. it's not streamed so out of state kids have to wait for podcast. i am curious to see how fast the song gets on the internet. it'll prolly sound totally different when we release it at the end of summer. but like i said to john, our songs are like action figures, our fans like to collect multiple versions. so anywho listen to my shit tonight 92.3 fm 11-3.

and organization 13 is a total death eater rip off.

01:12 am: SALE!!!!
http://www.mcchris.com/store/

please help john and i survive in these last few cold harsh months of winter. xomc

02:07 pm: SEND US YOUR PHOTOMOGRAPHS!
we're reworking the store at mcchris.com and we plan on using fan submitted photos to display the shirts. we need 6 fan pictures for each of these shirts:

revenge of the nerd tour t-shirt
robot dog t-shirt
mcchrisownz t-shirt
mcchrisownz hoodie
i <3 mc tank top
mcchris 3D hassle logo shirt
my back pack's got jets t-shirt
hijack the mic t-shirt
white toon mc t-shirt
black toon mc hoodie

PLEASE send pictures of yourself wearing these shirts to webjohn@mcchris.com or dj@mcchris.com and we might use them on the site! thanks!

05:49 pm: rollercoaster in the backyard five drops and a cave part
six flags adventure, el toro, first car, who's with me?

http://www.sixflags.com/video/shared/eltorohs.mov

03:22 pm: shillegitmate
the window's down and the ice cream truck is singing it's psycho song. it says sixty seven degrees on the thermostat. it's really unbelievable as it's been the longest winter i can remember. the last one was ten years before. crossed the country listening to the rentals. it was the horrible blizzard of 96, a friend of mine had hung himself, what a blue time. looking down from my train window on the glassy appalachian creeks bordered with snow. i hear the rentals are coming back. i saw matt sharp do a solo show at the earl in atlanta (best fries in town.) i guess today is the opposite of ten years ago. i was still so in love with where i grew up, i was still in love with the romance of trains, of life in general. the twenties made me so rough around the edges. all this reality tv. it seems poetry fights an uphill battle these days.

so it's warm, warm enough to cross the bridge which i've done three times and plan to do every chance i get. it's really a great new way to see the city. i try to go when the sunset hits the skyscraper windows and everything's all easter colored and kinda golden. it'a little tense, my body's like, hey what the fuck are you doing, get in a cab and go home and play farcry all day. little muscles, long dormant, are waking up in the form of jabbing pains. i reminded of this comic i read in college where the roommate goes and works out and is so psyched about it and then the next day can't get out of bed moaning. and there are blisters that turn into thumbtacks with every step, but the great new thing about life, about every obstacle thrown at me, something inside me knows it's not a big deal. after tour it's really like nothing can stop me. not even blisters and cramps. cut to me playing farcry.

last night was the adult swim party, an upfront to be exact, where they try to get sell ad space for the new season. they showed previews of all the new fall shows. i don't really want to be a shill so i'll keep it brief (not quite) but there was a bunch of hilarious stuff, some of it with really great art. i've always been a fan a good looking cartoon. new stuff from all the homemovies people, two shows really, both look awesome. a really amazing looking show about the modern day south by the adult swim design team. the guy that makes all the dvd covers and ad art is taking a crack at a show, it looked like foster's on acid, or faulkner, everything was on fire and i think i saw a horse say merte. the biggest laugh came from a show called assy mcghee from the makers of perfect hair. they announced all the shows coming back. and then showed the open of the movie (the word now is fall, in theaters, not straight to dvd.) now was any of that shilling?

it was great to see old coworkers. i wish they had all been there. i really loved the williams street people. they were and are so great to me, and i never have any idea why. the bar was crazy annoying, ten lines, ten people deep, i ran outside and stuffed some sodas in my pockets. got to see brak and master shake or their voices more specifically. it was great to see andy, we talked about skywalker ranch, he got there just days before me. i pitched him my brak idea and he said he'd do it if i could get it approved, which might be the most unlikely thing in the world. His wife had cute little pregnant belly. i asked him if it was scientology and he said the baby was mine. Dana was working on a cartoon of his own that sounded like an epic battle between hitler and santa claus. Keith told me a horrible story of tim from tom goes to the mayor getting stabbed.

read about it here: http://timanderic.com/news/index.html

matt harrigan (perfect hair) had a meeting earlier that week with my pals john and curtis. it's a perfect match. their series of shorts is getting them all kinds of attention. (cowboyandjohn.com media section.) we just did a theme song for it playing on fuse. my only fear is that i won't get to enlist them to work on my show if they're making something of their own, at the same time, it would kick ass if they got on, because they are perfect for that audience. and they're actually smart and funny. things like this rarely work out and you try to not get excited about anything. but dreaming out of proportion is why we got into this business prolly. harrigan said they spoke highly of me, which is cool when you hear your friends like you. it's just always nice. i'm playing with them tonight. so that's gonna be fun. i think jackie and victor will be there and they always crack me up and they're so cool to me too. jackie asked me to be on radio show jack and jackie on 92.3 and victor (in this week's time out) asked me to a do a song with prince paul for a movie he's making, and dude was in end of days. that's schwarznegger. ucb 26th and 8th 11pm nyc. be there yo!

right before leaving i ran into mike lazzo, the head honcho of adult swim. he just asked me when i'd be back in the atl and when the music was gonna be done. when it was, rest assured he was gonna pimp it. that's such a huge deal. you want to bear hug people when they say stuff like that but the trick is to act like it's no biggie smalls, whereas in reality it'll prolly pay my rent for a while. It was great to see everybody, i really miss it down there. although now it's all changed, all the offices refurbished. life is making sure i never go home again no matter what.

i left the party with my grab bag, a brown polo shirt i'm wearing now, pink socks which i gave to john to give to his girlfriend and a dangerdoom cd. the bag i think i will use for bathroom stuff on tour.

so it's nice out. i'm gonna walk the bridge and go have dinner with my old boss and his family, i think i'm taking them to chat'nchew but i dunno cuz it's faux south. then i'll improvise, drink some soda, flirt with some girls, take the train home, get freaked out by shining, play farcry and then hit the sack. tomorrow night it's a punk show i've been looking forward to for a long time. it's the first time i'll get to see dirt bike adam's new band the impulse (myspace.com/theimpulsenyc) can't wait. that's at desmond's in nyc.

well that's enough for now. we've got new tour dates (i get the feeling people only check my journal and my myspace) on the mcchris.com homepage and more details to follow on the message board in the mc live section. a new store is opening and we need pics of you in our shirts there should be a thread about that popping up shortly as well. that's the four eleven. holler at a homeboy.

10:32 pm: charlie brown gets a valentine
i'm watching superman 2 after another great sopranos. i had a feeling christopher might take another stab at hollywood. i don't enjoy this kind of storyline as much as the others because it's self reflective. and east coast dissing west coast is trite. all i care about is the family. i think the generals will get a real chance to shine this season as tony recoups. i think that might be the first time we've seen sil's home, and he's got asthma. having regular shows like this and lost are really making my life sweet. i get so involved in their lives, i forget my own. just like everyone else. don't go into the light tony, they can't end it this way, i was so wrapped up in it, even though there's no way in hell they would ever kill tony off with 17 episodes to go. still, i wondered if they might, worried really, like a little kid desperately wanting the lone ranger not to die.

there's so much to write about. monday's show was a lot of fun, david cross was really cool. i didn't really wanna bug him before the show, afterwards he told me i did a great job and took a picture with me. the audience and the show was awesome and it felt great. i felt like i was at the theater every day this week. tuseday night i watched improv. fell in love again. i won't get too specific because more people read this than i or they would care to admit it. i've been approving people on my myspace, who i see in real life, and maybe we don't talk in real life, but i know they went and looked me up, they heard about me. and some friends have let me know about a general sense of inquiry. last night was a party where i was asked, so you're back now? a million times. i said to my pal tonight i really don't think i'll feel like a part of this place unless i get on a team, so i think i'm gonna audition. whether or not i get on i wonder if it will work, or if maybe i'm supposed to always feel this stranger in strangeland vibe. how can i write about isolation if i'm not isolated?

wednesday night i had class which felt good and was fun. there are slight pangs of am i wasting my time? but i've been writing and practicing new songs every day pretty dilligently. friday night i performed and went out afterwards to drink a million club sodas. i was only in the second half, played a ninja in a couple scenes, played john fogherty (he crashed a little girl's birthday party, shit on the kitchen floor, stole all her cookies and called her a fat bitch, it wasn't my finest work.) afterwards i had a great time. i've really gotten into the club soda. last night it was a party. i drank perrier wrapped in a brown paper bag like i used to with colt 45's at nyu.

the party was in the basement of gristedes, where the theater's located. it feels like a resident evil sewer, with buzzing lights and leaks everywhere, the smell of sewage. it's packed with indie comedians and hotties, the occasional important person and then a bunch of people pointing at the important person. there's a clot of people blocking the people flow by the keg. the hallways are dark. it's claustrophobic. or i am. i felt stupid. saw the girl a few times, surrounded by guys, following a friend down a hallway. most of the night was spent talking to todd hanson, who told a great story about going to see phantom menace opening night. he was dressed as qui-gon. my jacket starts star wars conversations. i have to take this into account. i love my jacket, but do i really want to talk about star wars all the time? when i go to a party? then again, as todd told his story i thought to myself, how cool is this, the senior editor of the onion is bending my ear about star wars. i do love star wars, the way it keeps coming back up makes think i should examine why it means so much to so many. other times i'm just like good grief.

there were all kinds of hoochie mamas all over the place, but mainly it was sockhop land, guys with guys, girls with girls. maybe there's one guy surrounded chicks and you're like how the hell did he do that? i'm still really awkward at parties, no one knows who i am, and when i explain it it becomes the focus of the conversation. the few friends i have are far more interesting because they actually tell stories. who wants to say their resume all night? i like to talk about myself, don't get me wrong, but lately i would kill for a good, succinct story about fucking anything.

right towards the end i stared at the dance floor for a second, next to jawnee who sat watching with his winter coat hood up. i wanted to join everybody but i couldn't spot any friends. i wanted desperately to get up there. in atlanta we'd go dancing pretty regularly, it got rid of the stress. last night i opted to walk out without making the goodbye lap. i saw her right again before i started heading south to 14th street. she was like a fire. i've yet to speak to her once. maybe it's something to look forward to. i get real nervous when i feel anything about anybody. that's when i wonder if souls flicker if they're meant to intersect. that's what going on when i can't look at someone. like a shy flirty toddler i hide my face in my hands or look down. with this new one i can't even be in the same room. weird. i think every girl i'm intersested in right now is wrapped in unavailability and fantasy. if anyone's keeping score. it's ok for now, i look forward to the days when i don't walk home alone. waiting for that late night train is tough.

ps. we're going to be relaunching the store and announcing tour dates this week so stay tuned. we'll be playing a lot of weekend dates to get ready for the main tour in the fall.
these new shows should be fun because that's when i'll be testing new material. you never know what you're gonna hear. and i wanna keep ya guessing.

now go watch this immediately. i just want the gold.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nda_OSWeyn8&search=mobile%20leprechaun

12:02 pm: i may have told this one before
i think south by southwest is winding down right about now, maybe there more show, i dunno. i can't help but think about how warm it is there right now, the cold came back to the river for hopefully one last dance. a big wig from AS texted me to let me know he was wearing his black as popcorn shirt at the madvillian party. john got to go see and meet lady sovereign, hopefully he slipped a cd in her baggy trousers. she's rappin the same party i did last year, or at least it's thrown by the same girl. it woulda been cool to meet her, we got offered a gig with ratatat and big daddy kane, but i turned it down because festivals have a way of getting the bad word out rather than the good. then i got into ratatat and was like john have you heard of this awesome band? he's like yeah you turned down a show with them. whoops. instead i spent the weekend eating french toast crunch. they shape each piece like a little piece of french toast with a little crust and everything. and it tastes like french toast covered in powdered sugar and syrup. makes me think of the chapter in fast food nation where they create any taste imaginable. i got a puzzle postcard from italy which i put together at a diner a block from my apartment. i never went to it before because i assumed it was shi shi and lame as many things in williamsburg are, but it's empty during the day and they serve shoe string fries. my fav. the letter reminded of me in high school, wrote this one pretty girl from germany a letter and ripped it up into a million pieces, gave each piece to a different friend of her's. pieces would get delivered to her all day. she had a boyfriend. later on i would get body slammed in the hallway by a brick head late to class. i was knocked out flat in front of the french class. they we're all looking down on me, she was right above me with a flourescent light behind her, illuminating her head like the virgin mary. it was one helluva way to come to. today i have my graduation class for my level three class. tomorrow is my show with david cross. (that's where i'll get my indie fix.) and then it's the album again. i really should just relax. once this thing is done i'm gonna be on the auction block non stop, there'll be no time to chill. so i should figure out a way to make all this nothing have a calming effect. i thinking i'm jonesin for structure, i look at help wanted signs like they're an option. but they're not. i've got a job and i'm the boss. and i'm still daydreaming out the window. go figure.

12:07 pm: wind breaker
it was another fine night of idol. we played black till one. my friend was completely discombobulated by it, reconfigured the controller and detested the lack of violence. but he called every guy he took out garbage like ernest borgnine, so i was laughing. the walk home was windy and i had a pounder of a headache, so i jumped in a cab. the cabbies are always like where to, how do you get there? then you tell them, and they're like, i know! yikes sorry man, i'm just gonna sit quietly in the back here and feel bad about my need to give directions. i like rolling down the window and i think of all the cab rides i've taken. i used to interview cabbies with a tape recorder in chicago, it was my first exposure to them and i thought they were infinitely interesting. in philly i would have'm turn up the music loud, it was a town car then. in new york, i liked hanging on to the hand grip, cuz the ride would be like some shitty, scary carnival ride, like i like. last night the window was down and the winds couldn't catch up with us. we crossed the bridge over the obsidian river in silence.

yesterday i went through 200 pics, i'm probably giving myself too much work and it's not even done, but i'm gonna nip it in the bud today so it can be done with. (and to think there are even more hidden away on john's computer, shudder.) we just toured too much, saw too many things. it all has to be captured. it's fun though to go through the crowd shots. like that horrible thing that we're never supposed to forget, i never want to forget about the first year i toured, and how well i was treated by everyone.

monday was my last level three class, we have a show this sunday, a graduation show. our teacher didn't show up, and a replacement was there. he gave us all harsh notes, we all sucked, but i think we were psyched out by someone new being there. last class is a lovefest. but this was like that kids book, ms. nelson is missing. anyone remember that one? some classmates and i went out for a drink, but we still were kinda reeling from class. dismayed with ourselves. tonight is my second level four. my improv is getting worse i think than from those first few classes. and i wonder if it's because i'm getting further anf further from the confidence feed of tour. the good news i talked with my manager and there's a good chance we might do some shows in may to stretch the legs, as he put it. there may be a focus on fall with the new album and big tour, i dunno. it's all still up in the air. part of me wants more time on the album, part of me just wants to roll my sleeves up and try work twice as hard and get it done so kids can have it all summer. time will tell the tale.

been reading little big man and enjoying a great deal but the copy is so old, when you dog ear a page, the corner snaps off. it's like reading a book made of a bunch of little declaration of independences. and these are my thoughts this cloudy wednesday.

03:00 pm: we got another hot one dog pound
have you ever felt that not having sex was driving you crazy? i woke up with my bed and it's monkee wheels, a few feet away from the wall. made me think of atlanta, some of the sex that happened, where the bed would be in the middle of the room at the end. when you're like, what the fuck happened? where did i go? i just blacked out? who am i? i've started to feel so isolated and cut off from everything, and maybe it's that lack of closeness that's making me feel so blueballed today. that and my bed being in the middle of the room thanks to more nightmares.

i hung out at a friends house last night. an old friend who'd been through many a trial with me. he has a dog now and a great girlfriend that cooks him homemade food on the regular. it was good to visit and tell him about all my woes, the ugly business side of things that infuriate me, the head trip of being elvis for a year and then absolutely nobody with hardly any friends. and when i say that i don't mean i don't have friends in general, i have friends, that are like family, always there, always on my mind, maybe they live another city, maybe we've just grown apart, but i'd make sure they'd come to my wedding if i ever have one. i don't really have that daily interaction. i get spurts on the weekend when i head out to the theater on friday nights. there are few people i IM but mainly i just feel like maybe i made a mistake and the more i reach for this brass ring the further i will have floated away from earth.

there is a reason i'm here though and it's not to take improv classes or make new friends or even fall in love, it's to make a new album. and it's a weird effort this time. we're in the same place, but it hasn't exactly sparked a long subdued renaissance. it just gives us an opportunity to make more content. to record a lot. and that's what we've done so far. i'll trot over to john's after pacing around my desk all day or all night. it's a five block walk that takes such a little amount of time it feels like i'm going over to a friend's house after school. sometimes when i record i realize i don't know how things are exactly said yet, and i really just have to lay down a demo to listen to one million times. i'll go over the song like it's forensics, changing words, sadly erasing stuff. some of the stuff we've made i like a lot, some of it doesn't even feel nearly ready for take off, time will heal this big wound, but there isn't much of it, before i know i'll be looking out that van window again. time is the most evil thing in the world.

besides the technical side of the album there's the problem of making everybody happy, from a general audience to hardcore impossible to please mc chris fans. i try not to think about it too much and try to entertain myself when i write, but it's a hard reality to ignore. this has to be good or we're typing out our resume. and we don't wanna do that. i haven't made up a resume since sealab.

so this sounds like lots of stress right? i'm all alone, the "very important" album isn't exactly pouring out of me, my balls are blue. for some strange reason, i still have the thought that i can't believe i'm here, in new york and it makes me feel like christmas morning, where you're in bed and happy to get up, but you remain snuggling in the safety and security of everything for just a second more. when i came here ten years ago to go to school, i was scared and alone and frightened by the place, but then i explored its parks and churches, its museums and movie theaters, and it kept me afloat. it still has the power to do that now. that's manhattan. now, it's across a river from me. a cold river at that, one that's been nipping at my face since i got here. but things have warmed up, and now i look forward to walking the bridge.

i got a new game black, which is just a first person shooter, nothing really fancy, but it reminds me of when i played guns when i was little when my older brother and a neighbor would team up against two against one. you get shot you lie on the ground for ten seconds. i was a gi joe nut, so guns was what it was all about. hiding in the woods and being stealthy was high pursuit of mine even as a kid. the game just brings that back which is nice.

besides that and my new dvr, i'm currently taking two classes a week at the ucb. one of them's in their new space, they have a whole floor for classes, everything's new. i couldn't help but suppose it was paid for by general electric via amy poehler. then again the ucb's classes are forever full with young hopefuls, confused, fooled into thinking by someone, maybe their mirror at home, that they are funny. and some are, but not many. so classes can be a groan, but you're there to learn the cold hard rules of long form, not marvel at how smart everyone is. and i have some class buddies that assumed i didn't like them cuz i didn't talk to anybody at first (i do get shy and it's not an act), but we've since made friends. and they asked me to be in their group which will be even more rehearsal, but it is a dream of mine to have a group and i like everyone in it. so it looks good. but it's sad that i have tour for most of the year, i know just when things get going and we achieve the legendary and elusive "group mind" i will set off on the a tour that may consume they rest of my living days. ok another sad thought, but i finally revealed to my classmates that i was mcchris and that my teacher and i went through all three levels together and we were partners in crime and all that. it was weird that i as soon as i shared that i felt more comfortable around my new class buddies who just thought i was funny before. but maybe it's because my ego was allowed to shift back into place. maybe it's because i felt like maybe i had friends, maybe i wasn't so disconnected. it's too early to tell, but it felt good.

11:59 am: never wanted to, can't help it
you know how you don't know how stressed you are until someone says relax. that's how i felt yesterday, it was late in the day. the sun was shining and it actually felt like spring, a blue sky, a few clouds, still cold, but my whole body wasn't tensed up, and i wasn't cursing the icy wind coming off the river. i had been holed up all weekend. if you asked me what i had been doing i wouldn't know what to say. i made some songs that didn't quite work at the end of the week, and i guess it discouraged me. john's got new furniture for me tonight so we may hammer some stuff out. i got cable and the internet, and after supercoring it and hitting the internet garage with all it's CRAZY people and unamused attendants, i was happy to read articles all day on my bed, research this or that with no real purpose. colbert report makes me laugh and daily show's kinda new and weird. i feel like i haven't seen it since the election. and i'm watching south park for the first time. i only know like the first two seasons, all the new stuff is am amazingly on the money pretty much every time. i really do think they have the most consistent cartoon on tv today. and i like that they're overtly political, actually lecturing you with a pointed finger at the end of the show. whereas the simpsons it's all sweetly veiled and more about the jokes. i had a four hour conversation last night. one of those things where you don't end it cuz you're afraid of never being able to have it again. but i never ran out of things to say, i suddenly had a response to everything, there was nothing disdainful about my attitude, i wasn't bitter or stressed or worried, i was basking in the glow of my laptop, smiling, happy. maybe not totally because there's, among other obstacles, an entire country, a desert and an 8ft high wall between us. but my heart moved, it really did. it beated light for once when it hasn't forever. i guess i didn't know if i worked anymore. if maybe i was an empty robot. but nope, i'm alive and well with a beating heart. i may not have everything i want but i definitely have more than i deserve. and last night was nice. it's not going anywhere, but it was nice to feel like it, if only for few hours. i gotta go shower and head to class. only two more classes and then i start up level four with an old professor of mine. my graduation show is coming up, you're all welcome to attend. i'll let you know when it is as soon as i do. i know everyone hates monday but i look at it like another crack at it. another chance.

04:11 pm: fringe with the survey on top
well i haven't done an internet surverery in a long time, because i hate them mainly (especially in mysaps profiles.) but i found one on my friend ultragrrrl's blog and she's cool, so here goes.


-Currents-:-
Current mood: smells like fish in here
Current music: beck's a scientologist?!
Current taste: earl grey tongue bloat
Current hair: got it cut yesterday, i always ask for the morrissey. he was one of those barbers that's like, i know what i'm doing, fuck off, i'm armenian.
Current clothes: my red ergs shirt, blue jeans that are grey with new york filth.
Current annoyance: the dogs that wake me up at noon
Current smell: like a fish tail just bitch slapped me
Current thing I ought to be doing: writing a second verse
Current desktop picture: schematics of my favorite carnival ride, the zipper.
Current book: all quiet on the western front
Current crush: she's a rapper
Current favorite celeb: ted turner

-Do You-:-
Have sex?: nope
Have a dream that keeps coming back?: losing my teeth, just like tony soprano
Remember your first love? too vividly, i fear i haven't moved on since fifteen
Read the newspaper?: like a freak
Have any gay or lesbian friends?: they readily laugh at my jokes
Believe in miracles?: i believe in science, poetry and luck.
Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?: yes it's the ideal romantic state
Consider yourself tolerant of others?: i tell myself i'm nice then i yell at little old ladies that don't say excuse me.
Consider love a mistake?: love is misleading and fleeting, at least for me this evening (a rhyme no charge)
Have a favorite candy?: reeses pieces, the one way me and ET are like identical twins (ok there's more than one)
Believe in astrology?: no but i read realastrology.com like it's real
Believe in magic?: i believe that david blaine can make a girl's panties disappear in no time flat
Believe in god?: if he existed he'd be sitting in the dunce corner, look at us! we're nutso with the guns etc.
Have any piercings?: fuck that noise
Have any tattoos?: bow and arrow on my right wrist
Hate yourself: whenever i've got the time to
Have an obsession? sudoku, magazines, ganja, pony tails
Have a secret crush? i'm a town cryer
Do they know yet? they always know, i'm hardly subtle
Have a best friend?: yeah we talk on the phone a few times a year, last time we had nothing to say and just wanted to hear eachother's voices
Wish on stars?: yes, but these days i say thanks, i've been given too much as of late
Care about looks?: yeah, but only if i want to eventually see that person naked

-:- L-O-V-E L-I-F-E -:-
First crush: meghan mckinney, first grade, i asked her to marry me, and then downgraded it to a date at the mall
Single or attached? single
Ever been in love?: i always think it's real, but then hindsight karate slaps that shit into smitehreens
Do you believe in love at first sight?: isn't that the only way?
Do you believe in "the one?" god, i dunno, everyone's life is different. it's nice thinking there's someone out there made just for me. but real realtionships seem founded on compromise.
Describe your ideal significant other: a news enthusiast, avid fan of low and high brow shenanigans, can stand a punk rock show and still stay awake when i drag her to lincoln center. someone who knows me inside and out, forgives me for my faults and helps me along the way. i want someone to be there, but not be in the way.

~~~~~~~~~RANDOM SHIT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hair: salt and pepper and a dash of mrs. dash
Eyes: green grey blue
Height: five foot five or six.

-:-Last thing you-:-
Bought: a magazine about the sopranos
Ate & Drank: meat, potatoes and tea (supercore!)

-:-EITHER / OR-:-
Club or houseparty: houseparty
Cats or dogs: dogs. cats are little needy bitches that steal my breath wheen i sleep, and they generally generate bad luck for me
Pen or pencil: Pencil
Gloves or mittens: gloves
Food or candy: candy, i want it, as i'm sure you know
Cassette or cd: mp3's from my dj
Coke or pepsi: perrier

-:-Who do you want to-:-
Kill: cheney or rove, just because they smile so smuggly like they've done no ill and bodies are getting turned into soup daily thanks to their to do lists.
Look like: robert downey junior, i'm like the little fat version of him
Avoid: comic book stores during rush hour in nyc

-:-Last person you-:-
Talked to: a celebrity i cannot name, that's a name drop and bitch slap combined, a bitch drop? a name slap?
Hugged: god is it sad that i cannot recall... well, the anime convention was really like a hug convention, i got enough to last me a while. the kids, they love.
Instant messaged: the lead singer of lola ray and i play halo online.

-:-Where do you-:-
Eat: supercore!
Cry: in bed
Wish you were: on the set of the new indiana jones movie

Dated one of your best friends?: who else do people date?
Loved somebody so much it makes you cry?: i loved someone so much once i shit my pants at the mall. (not true)
Broken the law?: everyday if i'm lucky
Broken a bone?: i got the gildroy lockhart bones
Played Truth Or Dare?: yes before i knew that sometimes girls don't need games to be kissed

-:- What is -:-
The most embarrassing CD in your collection?: my mom bought me the harry potter soundtrack
Your bedroom like?: it's like a room for a really tall, fat person in a wheelchair
Your favorite thing for breakfast?: vagina!
Your favorite restaurant: supercore!

-:- Random Questions -:-
what's on your bedside table: a bunch of books, an inhaler, a lamp
What do you eat when you raid the fridge late at night?: the perrier that's in there
What is your secret guaranteed weeping movie?: it's a wonderful life
What is your biggest fear?: not living a long life
What feature are you most insecure about?: having my picture taken
Do you ever have to beg?: only when i masturbate
Are you a pyromaniac?: i'm lego maniac, is that cool?
Do you have too many love interests? only when i watch american idol
Do you know anyone famous?: intimately (and i mean myself, ha)
Describe your bed: black and white, two pillows that remind me i sleep alone
Spontaneous or plan?: what about spontaneously planning, hm?
Do you know how to play poker?: no and i always win
What do you carry with you at all times?: childhood trauma
What do you miss most about being little? the up the skirt factor
How much money would it take to get you to give up the Internet for
one year?: i'd do it for free, but lord help me the day i get back on and check my mail
What was the last song you were listening to?: new mc music
Have you ever been in a play?: baby john in west side story what what
Do you talk a lot?: people are like that guy's on coke, i'm like diet coke maybe
Do you like yourself and believe in yourself? secretly yes
Do you think you're cute?: yeah but isn't handsome what i'm shooting for, cabbage patch kids can't get laid, garbage pail kids have it even worse
Do poor, homeless, or starving people sometimes annoy you? it annoys me that so many people are cast aside, and many of them are sadly and simply crazy in the upstairs, does that mean they should freeze when i'm warm?
Do you consider yourself to be a nice person?: again, yelling at old ladies
What is the first thing you think when you see two gay guys or
lesbians holding hands?: i bet their apartment's clean

i learned nothing about myself. cest le vie. foudn out we're doing bro'in out with david cross in march. check out http://www.myspace.com/broinout for info. look at the band roster and it all makes sense. peace mc.

01:32 pm: desolation row
i'm in one of my favorite places in the world. i know in enc:dc's liner notes i said snacky was the sake bar to beat. but honestly, the lady that ran that place was kinda grumpy, so i've moved a few blocks over to supercore. where they got the wifi and the cute waitresses. the wall paper is just the black and white print of a cat's face over and over. the music is very bohemian as you would expect from brooklyn bistro: cibbo matto, belle and sabastien, sweater song and now dylan's in the middle of a harmonica bridge. you have to pay cash for the very cheap eats. I was getting cash in the atm in the deli across the street. the waitress that's especially cute came in to get something for the kitchen. she really takes my breath away, wearing her pony tail on one side like that. the girls here takes cues from the willy b fashionistas, but still bring their own flavor to the mix. they're big on boots, black leggins, turtle necks. the cute one's wearing this old man hat, the kind with a snap on the bill. she comes over and smiles this perfect dentist smile. she places on the table a steaming bowl of meat and potatoes in some mysterious heavenly broth. i don't know if the food's japanese or korean. i ask for a little cup of rice on the side. i could watch her pat down sticky rice till the cows come home. they put a little parsley on top and sprinkle of sesame seeds, serve it with a little dish of soy. makes me happy.

they only drawback is that turnaround is the law of the land, and they're not into people lollygaggin about. i want to just kinda hang out here all day and stare at the girls. i sit in the back where i'm out of sight and forgotten, a new york times is beggin to be broken open. one of the waitresses, possibly the owner, is sitting in front of me on the gold couch with the exposed springs. she's sick or nautious maybe hungover, everyone's handing her teas, the cute one came and sat with her for a bit. she looks out the window and down at her folded hands, she looks so sad, she closes her eyes and you wonder what she's asking her insides. maybe there's a baby. she just ran to the bathroom. it's always occupied, but she's lucky this time.

friday i played for the last time for a month. some fans came and yelled my name which was weird, but cool that they showed. i really want kids to see the kind of comedy i like to do, but sometimes theater is a bitter pill to swallow. usually i feel kinda nervous and out of place, because i'm new at the theater, but i felt alright on friday. jackie clark told me a sweet story about one of her students taking classes at ucb because he read that i had or something like that. and then she asked me to be on her radio show that she has with jake fogelnest on the talk radio here in new york. the show was like most nights, i didn't want it to end even though i wasn't 100 percent on my choices, it's just feels great to be back in front of yankees. for some reason after the show i started to feel weird. i hung out at the bar, had a tall shirley temple. everyone was extremely nice, victor had wanted to ask me to a prince paul party but didn't know my number. everybody was invites and come check this out. a friend from cartoon network and dad's garage will be in town on wednesday to play. he was always a good friend to me down south which is why i'm torn. there's a two hour lost that night. i get cable and internet that day. (i wonder if i'll keep coming here, to supercore. i can always make rice at home, i'll cut up some parsley, get some sesame seeds, no biggie. the girls will be missed, their giant smiles like a light house through the steamy broth.) back to my not feeling well, i spent the whole night up, puking my guts out, anything inside me was going out, and the end of it was horrible dry heaves and bile, i don't remember eating all these bitter egg yolks, i'll post pics (jk.) i fell asleep at dawn, wondering what put me in such a way, it was like i had been drinking. which scared me, made me pull the covers up to my eyebrows. i spent the next day recovering, a stop at supercore, i watched some battlestar galacticas.

i played chaos theory, taught myself patience. my stomach repaired itself, i felt like wolverine. i wasn't very good at walking quietly, i just ended up shooting everybody. i've yet to force a guard on the retinal scanner. sometimes i'll kill everything on the floor and go back and forth from the game to the complex 3d map trying to figure what i should do next. i'm told to go to the extraction point but i don't know where that is, so i go over every possibility three times over. go back to where i started is usually the answer. the boss keeps yelling at me in my head, telling me to stop with the alarms. i can't help it there's a spring in my step, it's hard trying not to make a sound. then at about 4am i wrote a song over john's brazilian dance music about girls with wedding rings. i may sound glum, like it's what i enjoy, what i prefer. but it's not true, i'm happy. and a night of torturous heaving can't even keep me from tomorrow. i just keep going.

04:14 pm: hard up for time wasters
well yesterday was a big day as i decided to take the movie and all of a sudden everything felt a little better. having that cushion will help put me at ease while i try to hammer the new jam out. and what's not to like about an all expenses paid trip to san francisco? it's only two days. other than that i been reading christine (so weird that it's liberyville this liberyville that,) 1602 and watching american idol with friends. i honestly think that watching tv with friends is just about the most fun thing to do. especially when it's ridiculous television. i just don't know which girl i like the best kelly pickler, stephanie mcphee or the one from boston that sang refelctions from mulan. i just love how corny everybody is, and fox gives us an ample five hours a week to scratch our heads at. do seacrest and simon really hate each other, are they hiding an affair, why is randy so horrible at being black, why is paula abdul slowly becoming one of the gargoyles from disney's hunchabck of noterdame? so many questions. most importantly where can i get some of that crack taylor hicks is smokin? it's easily digested fluff. and it's either that or trying to figure out why bush wants a uae firm to watch our ports. i'll take the crazy eyed latino with the pencil thin stache singing copa cabana. i'm jonesin for a game to play. i bought splinter cell last night and played it till dawn, the whole time thinkin i don't even like stealth games. i'm just waiting for black to come out next week. i might have to get the 360 after reading a review of the new tomb raider coming out. i dunno. does anyone else feel that, right now, there isn't anything especially cool to consume. bring on the sopranos. i want me some superman. ricky bobby?


ps. just a reminder that yes i'm playing this friday in new york city, at 11pm with death by roo roo 26th and 8th ave. peace!

11:52 am: well this is the weirdest christian youth retreat i've ever been to
i haven't written in a while, and i want report that lots of things have happened, but they really haven't. our little album is taking shape every day, i'm writing pretty steadily and i like the feel of everything so far. this weekend we had to drive to DC for an anime convention, and i had to introduce myself to people by doing all my old stuff, not talking as much. all i wanted to do was the new stuff, but all the the songs are in their intial stages, not ready for the live show. i shoulda just read them to the audience at my panel.

my panel was weird, fun, and short. i don't think anyone knows what to think of this nerd culture phenomenom, but i was literally sitting in a room with a five hundred or whatever thousand people in a room, and they were asking me what my favorite beverage was, did i have a pet. so strange. i just cracked jokes, and tried not to be too mean, which i can be when wits are presumably on display. and i was on two hours sleep. most people didn't recognize me because i'm just a voice to them, but there were at least four different groups of people that just kinda shadowed me the whole time i was there. i don't know why but i can't stand it, it's worse than being surrounded by people. obviously in brooklyn everything's normal and i'm nobody. but at this people were flipping out and acting all emotional around me. the sound was horrible i guess but nobody cared. the line for the signing was maybe one of the longest i've ever had to deal with. but i thought i did ok. one girl berated me for my scientology riff in the katamari song, but she seemed more interested in hugging. they all were big huggers with little animals on their heads, i was like, who is not loving these children, it was like a hurricane hit the land of oz. i told the audience it was closest i had ever come to being in a fellini film. they laughed, and i thought to myself, oh thank god... i can make jokes about something besides the reason they're all here. i think we made a nice chunk of change, john sadly had to drive home, but i wasn't much happier not sleeping in the back. i crawled into bed at dawn and even though i had only two hours sleep in so many days, i couldn't really sack out. i have these moments where i'm just zoned out and befuddled at how absolutely bizarre my life is.

so now we have nothing to do for two months except make an album. i really only have one month, and john has two, may we'll print, summer we'll tour. there's plenty to do when you own and run a business, seems never to end. i have the pictures and the dvd looming over me, as well as the album, sketches, favors for friends, etc. but it's good to be busy but free to do it however i see fit. today i have a screenplay to read. i've been asked to be in a movie and i think i can't turn it down. as i said to my panel, it'll make a good blog entry. i was up late last night reading christine. john pointed out a junk shop to me and i bought about five books for a few bucks, robinson crusoe, all quiet on the western front, huckleberry fun, jane eyre. i guess i lost intersest in dickens, and great expectations is such a mean book, i don't miss it much. i like the blatant archetyping in christine, the nerd, the jock, the fantasy at what cost. it's fun. stephen king makes me think of my brothers. they read that stuff like nothing. i'd start something IT and not get much farther than fifty pages. but i was little and the book was big. i thought to myself, the anger in this book is so real, even though, arnie's kinda possessed. i wonder if that's what my brothers liked about his stuff.

i've been lucky enough to improvise a lot and some sneaky fans have been showing up, some have come twice now. i feel like an hour is too short, my graduation harold will feel like a micro machines commercial. i'm playing again this week but then not for like four weeks. so come see me friday feb. 24th. 11pm ucbt 26th and 8th ave. nyc. some girls who didn't even know who mcchris was were all over me at mcmanus after seeing me in the show, they were wasted and prolly had beer goggles. but it still felt good, to feel funny at face value, respected for something other than stuff done, respected for something i'm doing. it's weird being the guy with the club soda. i think that being drunk for me was alot about taking my muzzle off, speaking my mind, no matter what. so now, i talk less because there are always so many mean things to say and i'm not drunk or stupid enough to say them. it feels great to not make horrible mistakes, to not have that easy out of, hey i was drunk. at the same time, there's less chance, less adventure, less courage. you really have to go back to the basics. drum up courage out of nothing.

yesterday i was happy driving down the eastern seaboard. we passed ellicot city and i was taken back to a year ago, valentine's day, i was smitten with a single mother, i was having some of they best sex of my life. everything was creme brule and luxury, impulsive spending. this year it was an exit sign that flew overhead, and little else. valentine's day, i went over to a friend's house and played condemned on his 360. i thought it was pretty lame so i made a bunch of jokes. and if memory serves i was the only one laughing. it's starting to also befuddle me as to why i'm single. when i go from something like a line of girls who want hugs and pictures to solitude, stephen king and brief passages of teenage fondling. i'm starting to feel like johnny's little brother in johnny dangerously. "johnny if i don't let laid soon i'm gonna die!" but it's tough. everyone's a groupie or a snob. leaves me in the middle with jack shit. i should be able to last a little longer. sometimes the heat of an affair long past can quietly smolder and hiss, like resilient embers beneath the ash.

02:45 pm: no really, who's line is it ANYWAY
i'm going to be improvising tonight with the kids in death by roo roo(gemberling.) show's at 11pm at the upright citizens brigade theater in new york city, 26th and 8th ave, underneath gristedes. come see me ass it up! i'll be performing with them at least once a month until tour.

ps. thanks to the kids that sent me candy and the hollowed out star wars novelizations. i'm chewing on some big league chew as we speak.

01:01 pm: the death of hellbeard
well i gotta be quick cuz i gotta run over to john's to record. we're redoing an old song. i've been writing nonstop. things have been going faster once i wrote john a song for his birthday. the song was longer than fett's vette. really crazy, i turned him into an intergalactic saboteur. then i wrote another song on tuesday after a great class on monday. things have been going faster since i went to my laptop instead of long hand in an imitation leather bound book i got for christmas. and it's easy to send the files to john who prints them out for the actual record. and when it comes time to do the lyrics page it's already done. so let's hope the spring keep flowin. i'm having more fun with it, reminding myself why i love these songs, the song making process. you really nurture them, drafts upon drafts, non stop tinkering.

as for what i've been doing besides music stuff i'm really into seltzer. ever since i got sprayed with it at the ucbt in cracked out's show it's like i'm hypnotized for the stuff. i order it in restuarants fill my fridge with bottles of pelligrino and perrier. i'm into sudoku, big time. i want to buy a book full of them rather than my laptop widget and the daily news. i've found a new great way to kill time, and work a part of my brain that doesn't flex much. i've also been watching the news a lot. i'm really into pbs. the news hour with jim lehrererer. i like the dry frankness of news like that. they grilled cheney who just answered back like a happy robot that never did anything wrong ever. i used to know these doctors that didn't watch tv at all. but they watched that show on a small television in their kitchen while they cooked gourmet grub. i thought they were a real cut above the rest. i watch seinfeld whenever it's on, even if i've just watched the episode on dvd. i'm a little too into american idol. i haven't watched since the kelly clarkson season in atlanta. it's nice to watch stupid television, but i think honestly what it is, is that i need to see how badly these kids want it. how much they'd kill for the chances i've been given. puts it into perspective how lucky i am to have nothing to do all day except rhyme overweight with rollerskates.

i saw lost finally last night. missed the last two episodes thanks to a glitch at itunes (applllllle!) so i'm kinda lost, ha, on things. charlie is all of a sudden gollum. people are talking about an army like they're gungans. i read the recaps and some other people's blogs so i know what's happened. locke obviously wants the baby. and charlie was innocent right, because it was just a dream. he'd never hurt that baby.

i stopped wow as i stopped going to parties, skipped a class. i think i got the jist. there's work to do. and i wasn't doing anything but dying over and over. it definitely was a fun place to visit.

who knows maybe hellbeard will return. the villagers can only hope.

01:18 pm: LOSERS RULESZ!!!
well yesterday was definitely a sad one. the light bulbs went out. and they're fifteen feet above me. dull and grey. we lost the spin contest. not a very fun experience from beginning to end, but still good exposure. this new band called the voting bots came out of nowhere and stole the show. to be honest i wasn't all that excited about bothering my fans every week. i know you like to nap. coretta scott king died and gwb gave his state of the union. he threatened osama by looking directly at the camera, and that freaked me out. i thought, does he want me to think he's going to kill me so i know how serious he is about killing osama? then he was telling me to think of a sick kid with aids, the malnourished african. didn't he just say he was gonna kill me a second ago? john stopped by to drop off boxes of cd's. i have lots of storage space. i told him to keep a few boxes on the floor, i was gonna turn them into an entertainment center and a nightstand. when we need the cd's then i'll buy furniture. my place is pretty pathetic. and the sky is pretty gray. but eh. i'm in a good mood today. it's gemberling's birthday and there's dinner. there's a bunch of parties to go to this weekend. i'm going to be determinedly social as i've been comatose for the past few days. i got on world warcraft. i think i might reveal my realm on the new album. it's a magical place, no really, and as soon as i arrived and had my first conversation with someone else on line, i was like, cooool. then i needed to kill all these trolls, and this level 5000 guy with a tiger with lightning feet was like, i kill'm you get the stuff. i was like, coooool. i just followed him through the cave, as he cracked trolls open with one swing of his hammer. my friend adam and his new wife play it together. i was getting killed by a tunnel rat, and this elf couple came up on the hill and zapped him. i wondered if it was them. this i think is why i want to go out. warcraft reminded how fun it is team up. to join. to be a part. everyone's looking out for eachother. i know it's not real, but it's a good ad for parties regardless. thanks to everyone that voted! i still think we got 30,000 votes or something. i know it's naive to think it's all real, but there's a kick ass fan base in there somewhere. now do me a favor and stop boycotting spin, i still buy it and wish i was in it every time. mc