Eeek, there's a new picture of me on teh Intarweb. Here is:

I got this cool webcam so I'm going to make a video blog; it's going to be me drinking whiskey and playing records and talking about them and shit. I'm really busy right now though, I've got about a week to write a term paper for my art history class. So I'm freaking the fuck out a little bit, but I do tend to work well under pressure so all is not yet lost.

This week has kicked ass pretty well. I got baked and saw Pan's Labyrinth, which was amazing, and I also got an A on my Italian Renissance art midterm, and tonight I went to my friend's bonfire which was fuckin' excellent. And the weather is even nice and warm. I drank the primavera beer of spring which was a frothy but warm Miller High Life. So here's hoping that things continue along this path and not take a turn for the shitty. *Knock on wood*

Answer me this: is there any fundamental metaphysical difference between a universe that's completely predetermined or a universe that's completely random, at least as far as human faculties can perceive? I thought this up while I was smoking weedijuana and talking to my friend John in an IRC channel we created and named "#letsfuck." We spent some quality time, it was enlightening.

I've been kicking out some crazy harmonica jams to Germs songs lately, as seen in this photograph.

It's 2:40 AM and right now I would do anything for a pack of Lucky Strikes, a hamsteak, and some lima beans.

I met GG Allin's brother (and bassist) Merle a couple of weeks ago. He was really cool and he had these dreadlocks coming out of his beard that went down to his shins. He probably thought that we were 'tards but he hung out with me and my friends for a little while until some chick he was going to fuck or something showed up. And then he was like "Well guys, my lady's here..." We really wanted to know what he was going to do with his dreadlocks while he was having sex. It's been a topic of speculation ever since. Also I got a rare GG Allin & the Scumfucs DVD, which I haven't gotten around to watching yet.

Keen! My band recorded a new song with vocals by yours truly, it's called "Too Cool to Masticate." Actually, it's not a new song, we've been playing it for a few months, but we just now recorded it. It's on our myspace page at www.myspace.com/cuntbrothers.Take a listen and tell me what you think. Or don't, but, I mean, I wouldn't want to have to kick your ass or anything.

Tonight I drank a 40, a few shots of whisky, smoked some drugs, smoked a shitload of cigarettes, saw Peelander-Z, started a few circle pits, and found out that I have no money. In fact, I have less than no money, I have -$50. I was yelling about it to a bunch of people. Also my friend and I collectively lost our favorite hat, told some chick we vaguely know that her friend is a bitch or something, and told the same chick that we hate people, places, and things, and that we were going to kill ourselves in a year. We pinky swore on it, it kicked ass, however someone told us that he fucked a lot of sluts when he was 22, so we might postpone our pact until we're 23. Unfortunately, we were too drunk to try out our Beavis & Butt-head inspired pick-up line, which we totally would have scored with. Been listening to a band called Red Lorry Yellow Lorry incessantly, they kick ass pretty well. I'm supposed to work tomorrow, I hope I'm not fired from my job or anything. To top everything off, I told some drunk sorority girl to "Eat my fuck" because she apparently reacted to us chumps walking down the sidewalk and munching on burritos.

Went to a kickass hardcore show last night, my ears are still ringing. Today I've been listening to DRI, Prince Buster, Chelsea, Shostakovich, the Cure, Fields of the Nephilim, the Meatmen, Necros, Reagan Youth, and Black Flag. I need to buy a crack pipe at some point so I can smoke cookie crumbs out of it and say: "Yeah, I smoke crack, bitch, so what?"

I'm hoping that my band will learn some new covers for our next show because I really want to do the Stooges' "Search and Destroy," and "Dead or Alive" by Johnny Thunders. Hopefully next show we play we're actually going to get our act together and bring all of our stupid props, like our nerf baseball bats for our Mad Max inspired song "Thunderdome," and some giant cue cards so all the peoples can sing along to our anthem "Total Fuck." Also we're going to close our set with a cover of GG Allin's "Eat My Diarhea" and I'm going to get a bunch of chocolate puddings, like snack packs or something, and hand them out (maybe along with little plastic spoons) to people in the audience, and I'm going to smear chocolate pudding all over myself. Also after the show I figure I'll just walk around covered in pudding and hit on chicks: "Hey baby, wanna eat my diarhea..."
I'll keep all the y'all updated when we record our demo or EP or whatever it is we're working on.