Sometimes I forget what a special, creative and intelligent place Suicide Girls is. I'm going to have to re-add this site to my list of daily rounds.

Have a nice day anyone who reads this. And even if you don't read this, still have a nice day.

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Is it just me or did Avatar miss its own point? I mean one of the strongest messages in the movie (especially after the first little rat dog is killed in the forest) is that we should all live together in harmony with our past and our present and our futures and our planet and with our death.

Yet the Na'vi warriors were eager to fight. Why?

And why didn't we (the good guys, duh) take in and teach the humans that were defeated at the end? Why did we (again, the good guys) send the aliens packing?

Would have made for a much happier ending IMHO. A much more "practice what you preach" kind of message and opened doors for a much cooler sequel. (Seriously, I think we all know the aliens are coming back for revenge and a little unobtanium).

Don't get me wrong, the movie is outstanding in almost every way.

Thanks for reading.

So last week my grandfather passed away. I had to drive 9 hours across the Southwest Desert to bury the greatest man who ever lived. No I'm not exaggerating.

Anyway, when you're in a hot car for nine hours, you tend to think. A lot. And as I had no company other than my friend, I. Pahd I got to thinking about married life and my grandma.

My grandparents came from the old school. The right school, the school of when you say "I do," you better mean it with all your heart and soul. For people like my grandparents, there are two very important days in one's life, your wedding night. This is the first night you will spend the rest of your life with that person...if you're lucky and you die first. The second important day is the first night you are alone in your house after your spouse passes away. This is the day you will spend the rest of your nights alone.

Now not everyone lives their lives like this. But just try to imagine, you found the love of your life. Your brother, your sister, your forever. This person you cannot, will not live without. You spend 55+ years with someone. You know everything about them because you are everything about them. There are no secrets. The games are over.

It's hard to imagine what my grandma is going through right now. Or what she went through that first night in over 50 years that she crawled into their bed alone. That first morning that she woke up alone.

This is why people cry at funerals. It's not because someone has passed away, completed their circle of life. It's because their lives have been profoundly affected. Their decision of "til death do us part" has been fulfilled and even though it was in the contract, it wasn't on their terms.

Well, I am back from Europe. Sort of. I'm still concocting ways I can go back there forever. Perhaps a hike to and swim across the Atlantic?

Anyway, now that I've returned to Los Angeles, the city of opportunity, I have to find a jobby job. I was supposed to have one when I got back, but they folded four days before I left.

So basically I'm a month behind on the job hunt and a month behind on collecting unemployment.

Please government be good to me. I've never filed before. Don't make this painful or difficult.

I am now managing a band.

I'm not quite sure about EVERYTHING I need to do so if you have any suggestions or experience, I would love to open my brain to you.

Right now we're in a contest on MySpace: Help ...music video? win on MySpace!

and are trying to get some fans going on FaceBook: ...music video? on FaceBook

If you have the time for either of those, please click the links. Let me know what you think!

After being approached by this drunk guy while waiting for the bus for some change so he could "honestly get a beer." We began talking. I asked him (in standard ghetto speak), "where you stay at?"
He replied "I stay with God."

To which I replied, "fuck it, let's go over there then and raid God's fridge."

The guy laughed and asked me if I was a comedian. He thought that was very funny. (To be honest, I think it's pretty damn funny, too.) He asked me a couple more times if I was a comedian, and then told me that he was, in fact, a comedian. And that he has a joke he wanted to tell me.

He said "God told me this joke," and began:

"The other day I picked up this hitchhiker and he had this bag with him. So I asked him 'what's in the bag?' He told me 'none of your damn business'. I took him to ten spots and every time I asked him what was in the bag he told me 'none of your damn business'. I asked him again 'what's in the bag?' And he told me 'none of your damn business'. And then he was in 7eleven and was taking too long. No, he took too long so I left him there. But he left his bag in my car."

At this point the guy asks me, "Aren't you going to ask me what was in the bag?"

I tried to reply "well I thought you were going to---"

"None of your damn business."

I actually forgot he was telling me a joke when he was telling me this story. I thought he just went on a tangent. Turns out this guy had a horrible sense of humor and maybe my crack about raiding God's fridge wasn't as good as I thought it was.

I'm leaving for Coachella tonight around 6 from Beverly Hills. If anyone needs a ride, give me a call.

I'm coming back Monday morning.

See you then!

Tonight I get to see Prince. I need to get moving around. I've gotta get ready. My friend is getting married in two hours and I have to get dressed.

No real time to blog. Just thought I'd share that I'M GOING TO SEE PRINCE TONIGHT!!!!

YAY! I found my iPod.

Forgot to tell everyone.

:-) YAY!

Grrr! I lost my fucking eyepod! AYE AYE AYE Pod!

Not happy.