Random Crap

I have four (maybe five-I'm "on call" for Saturday afternoon) gigs this week. This makes me happy. They are all cover gigs, so I'm gonna make some Fat Cash. I'm buying Flan's Stratus in a week or two, and he won't accept guitar lessons as payment. Bastard. If any of you cobnobblers want to come to these gigs, check out the guestbook at http://www.losinfartos.homestead.com for the schedule, since I'm too lazy to post it here.

It's my blog, and I'll slack off if I want to.

The next Quick Kill gig is in November, go to http://www.quickkillformula.com for details. We're playing with Metal Church. Really. How funny is that? I'll let you know after the gig.

Gig.

Gig. Gig. Gig.

Giggity, giggity, giggity, gig.

I don't care what K.B. says, I love that word.


I bought a magazine a few months ago called S.O.D ("Sounds of Death"). It's all about Black/Death/Grindcore/Satanic/European Metal Bands. Each issue costs (get this) $6.66! Brilliant. Each issue also comes complete with a sampler CD of a buch of these "Evil" bands. I'm listening to it now. I am officially down with The Devil. No lie. These poorly produced, comically performed, tragically Operatic odes to The Dark Lord have tainted my heart, and ravaged my mind. My soul is blackened, and now belongs to Old Scratch. Rrrraarrrr! I'm so bad, I should be in detention.

I shall now go forth into the world, and spread all sorts of badness and stuff. I mean it. I'm gonna double park in a handicapped zone.

I'm gonna drink milk two days past it's expiration date.

I'm gonna ride the escalaltor at the mall without holding on to the handrail.

I'm gonna kill a drifter.

(Just kidding. I'm just gonna pee on him a bit.)

I'm gonna vote for Nader.

I'm gonna dress as Darth Vader, and sodomize a waiter.

I'm gonna ignore my alarm, hit the "snooze" button, and sleep seven minutes later.

I'm gonna eat me some french fried pertaters.

I'm gonna do some drugs with Christain Slater.

("Gleaming The Cube" sucked, dude.)


Holy shit, this has gotten out of hand.

See what Satan's influence does to a person?

Rrraarrrr!

Stop me, before I rhyme again.


"Don't you know there ain't no Devil, it's just God when He's drunk." -Tom Waits.


Fack off.