Boop
Long day. Long day. loooonnnggg daaaaayyy. Tonight's the premiere of the long awaited Punk's Not Dead documentary. I contributed a whole stack of photos to this documentary a couple years back and it's finally being released! Yay!! And in conjunction with the release is some crazy punk after party. Sweet deal.
However, I'm super excited for the illinois show tomorrow night..super duper! It's been over a month since I hung with those guys and hooray they're back in town..and hopefully some of you smarty pants are going to check them out! Ooh Ooh...and check this out too. Someone puhlllease call it:

Really?
Most of you may know, I'm pretty prone to the phrase, 'really....really guy, really?' Of course, a bit funnier when used in context and not just typed up in this here blog bit. But in my sleepy euphoric mind state of today, Cuso sent this over in giddyness. Yes. Really.

OH DOOZY
Last minute mania for me last night...when I had thought I'd be staying home for once. Nope nope! I headed out to Sam's for a dinner and drink with Sharon which turned into three drinks and dinner with Sharon, Debbie and Charly. Oh yeah...and four Doors cover bands. Personally, the hard core Doors cover band was the best I think. It was like 1994 all over again. Oh and hilarious times with The Vacation who headlined the evening and Steve stole my drink right out of my hand, drank half of it and then threw the glass on the floor. I think the mic stand came crashing down too. And then I crashed and resorted to bottles of water at the bar.
Oh oh...and this is awesome. And random. So the infamous Howl At The Moon in Citywalk, oh such crazy times, was brought to mind the other evening. Apparently, Los Angeles is getting smaller and smaller. The night Stevie, Ho Ho, Creeksta and I ventured out to The Moon was reedonkulous. Bartenders gyrating on pianos, barrels of peanuts, group karaoke, stage diving and dancing, 3 for 1 drinks, everyone getting separated and lost in Universal, dark alleys and hidden digs, oh yeah, and girls vomiting at the bar.
This is where LA becomes smaller to me. What are the chances...that vomitous girl, who dry humped Creeksta all night and then bought us a round of drinks prior to letting loose next to the kegs, would make another appearance ... but this time over at the Short Stop. Oh and the best part...her telling me to delete all the kissy kissy photos of her and some dude...ahem, because she's married. What a doozy indeed.

A MSTRKRFT EVENING
Nutsola! Here's the BPM video from last week's killer party with Lazaro, Aoki and Mstrkrft at The Roxy...crrraaazzzzy fun. I think I'm in there flashing around somewhere ...



Ah yes..and don't forget to listen to KUCI 88.9FM this Saturday from 4--6PM. I'll be co-hosting and playing some jams with Them Jeans! Yes!!! Kick back, have a drink and check out the Extra Large Saturday show.

AWESOME SMASHINGS
So....Awesometown tonight, nothing short of AWESOME! hahha. no wait. hahahaha. Seriously. The place was absolutely packed tonight, grrreat! Desert Eagle was so amazing. And the damn Jew Crew blew my mind! But my favorite part of the night was at about 1am when Dirty was up dancing on the leather couches and I was like 'oh, ok, cool....dig it'. Then...I see Dirty...in slow motion...falling backwards, arms straight up in the air like a game of trust freefall, body smashing against the brown tables, glasses and bottles cracking, crumbling to the floor. And then Dirty somehow safely landed on the leather sofa. All was good. Until about 15 minutes later when Taradactyl did the same damn thing. I decided the corner was cursed and migrated, avoiding a near fatal tumble slip myself, with a bit of shattered glass in my shoe and a broken suspender. Wowee Zowee.
Oh, so on another note, is it weird that I'm slightly tempted to respond to all of this annoying spam about penis enlargement and free ipods and how to get him/her into bed? Seriously, the next myspace comment I get about this is gonna get a serious hilarious dose of my attention. Because honestly, if you haven't heard, apparently there's a ton of free shit on the internet (holy smokes!) and methods of sexual enhancement. Wow. No kidding. It's oh so Awesome!!!!

PEANUT BUTTER (no jelly) TIME
I came to the conclusion today...that I am addicted...to peanut butter. And there's some weird car outside that makes a funny squeaky sound every night at 3am. There's also some dude that pulls up outside my building at 9am precisely every weekday morning and has a super annoying horn that he relentlessly lays on. But yeah, peanut butter. Screw jelly. Soooo good.
So, if you didn't make it to the Devlin Darko show tonight, you're an idiot. No really, and I mean that in the nicest of ways. Tonight in Los Angeles the Spank Rock DJ's Devlin & Darko played at the Echo, along with Wallpaper who was pretty damn rad as well. Six months when you're kicking yourself in the arse for skipping out; well..yeah. I told you so. Hi, hugs.
New favorite band of the moment = X-ray Spex. Fun.
Friday I went to Hil's bday bash. Also Laura's. Someone brought excessively large numeric stickers which really got the party started, or maybe it started with the booze and condom filled pinata. Whichever. The stickers were fantastic. Drunken sticker art is the best. After Badminton with the Acid Girls.
Mokey (aka Fatty) still meows and cuddles, so my theory is...he's healthy. Still looking into those herbal miracle cures..oh, and Pet Insurance (wtf?). Yeah. Tomorrow is Awesometown. Super fun! I may even hit that cue ball a couple times...come get Awesome. And drink cheap Dewars! Deeew it.

BOBBLE HEAD


Swamped today. But fun and games still kickin'. Ho Ho...as busy as he is, managed to make me into a bobblehead rapper and send it over to me. Thanks Ho Ho. You made my afternoon. hahahha. Oh Boy...the best is when I am dropped from the sky and land on my head: go see the full set.
Other than that, I'm still catching up from last weeks madness with Mstrkrft, Lazaro, Puma, BPM, and Blow Up LA! What a week! There's nothing more amusing to me than the 4am drive on Wednesday with Mstrkrft in my back seat and Laz riding shotgun all bumping out to the sweet sounds of Steely Dan. And hooray for Cactus stand eats...so good, even when they run out of cheese for the burritos. Hmph. Blow Up was nuts...one of the better venues so far...and next month is the 1 Year anniversary of BLOW UP! So that night's gonna explode. Plus there's pool parties, underground art gigs, frog jumping and more. Oh, and the return of Check Yo' this weekend with Crystal Castles. Things really just don't stop around here. So many goodies right 'round the corner.
P.S...still looking for some remedies for fat cat diabetes. Assist!

WEIRD OBSERVATION
I don't know why...but one night at the Short Stop completely freaked me out when I saw this photo up on the wall of a gray cat. It looked like my cat on the wall. Of course, the couple of Hefe's I'd been drinking may have contributed to the likening. But I still had to drag up the photos...
Short Stop Feline is in the photo above....and now...Mokey:
Hmm...yeah don't really know what I was thinking but I guess there's a few similarities. Intriguing.
Oh and while we're on the topic of Mr. Mokey (aka. Fatty), let's just say he's a bit of a mess. Doc says he's ready to be hopped up on the insulin. How dare he develop diabetes after all these years! Ugh, needles and glucose syrup. Savefatty.org is now in the works...and any feline diabetic remedies are greatly appreciated!

OH DANG
Holy calamity hot dang sustain. It's been a week, and some of you are slappin' me around for not updating you on daily madness. So...finally, I'm here! Look...lingo for you to read!! If you've been bumping around you know it's been a bit crazy here in LA with fires and Hiltons, amazing DJ's margaritas and some sweet waffle cones. I almost passed out a couple times over the weekend from hysterical laughing fits and exhaustion. But I'm back and a bit more balanced. Monday night I ransacked the "LAST MINUTE" party hosted by Drunk Joe. Seriously, a party hosted by a guy named drunk. Plus, I got to DJ in Rebel Love which was pretty insane considering we headlined at the 1am slot. Sweet digs. Oh, and it was Christian's birthday, so we closed the bar and closed the doors and I let loose on my own little freestyle session just for the few stragglers kicking at the bar. Then I wanted to pass out in a chair. But instead, we bumped over to Thomas's and I hugged the dog and ate a cracker and then went home. Dropped my phone and watched it smash into 10 itty bitty pieces. Then Marty from Bullet Train to Vegas helped me repair it while we ate a box of ritz with peanut butter scoopings. Alls better. Phone works, tummy's full. And after the four days of mad dashing and jumping around, Tuesday was straight up lounging.
But tonight!!! Back in action...for Lazaro Casanova and MSTRKRFT at the BPM issue release party. I dunno...this may be nuts. Actually, I'm sure it will be. Laz and the Kraft make one heck of a duo...oh the smashings and mash ups. Sunset Strip...ouch. Never a dull moment.

3AM
Song Lyrics for 3AM...with headphones and blankets and full moons. Thanks to the lovely Ponys...of Pony Up. These ladies will drink you silly...and then pass out just as the party gets started. Amazing. The 3AM song of choice is
The Truth About Cats & Dogs (Is That They Die) Curl up...listen and hum along to the sounds of dirty shoes and wet socks, cat naps and sleepwalks. Crawling out windows and climbing down brick walls...send me postcards and sleep for days.
Something like that...yes. Love these ladies and all their Canadian charm and boozalism. (yes, i just made that word up).

H'WOOD LIVIN'
So last night I went to the Stoli party, fiesta, free booze, drinky event. Yay, basically a fancy warehouse party. Personally, if it's a warehouse, it may as well be dirty. However, the blueberry lemonade concoction was marvelous. Plus, Rich showed up and somehow managed to find yet another blossom to hand over which I immediately tucked into my pocket. Sweet. Two lemonades later, I headed back home, where my yard was still immersed in flames from some lame arsonist yet again. This time, the flames got a bit too close to home. No ashes, strangely, but hot orange bursts all along the horizon of my backyard. I sat on my patio in the 90 degree heat watching the helicopters douse the last of the flames after about twelve hours of fighting it. They're still swarming my neighborhood like flies. Two blocks east of me was being evacuated, as were all the lil' animals in the LA Zoo. Crazy Hollywood fires....the second big inferno to hit H'wood in a month. Except, today's heat and tornado winds really wound this one up. I feel like I live at the base of a volcano watching the lava colored sky out my window. I say I should bust out the hose and be the extinguishing grace for my street. I also say, it'd be amazing to be this robot right now....fancy pants...oh damn. In fact, I don't remember the last time I skated at night...so I'm off. At least this time I'll grace my sidewalk and streets in an alert stumble, not sleepwalking cat hunting or tipsy cab calling. Time to rumble the asphalt with a fluorescent glowing backdrop.

BLAZIN'
I woke up yesterday and it was hot. I woke up this morning and it was even hotter. Hotter than tarnations! Whatever that means. Yes...and the worse of it is, my neighbors decided it'd be a good idea to cut down some trees. Great...good landscaping. But, that means no more shade for my apartment. Which means it's hot out and the blazin' sun is just shooting right in. At 6:30am. Nice one. Now I need to invest in some drapes or thicker blinds. Because this whole waking up to intense bright light on your face at six in the morning and ten degree immediate temperature increase, not my friend.
Last night I cruised over to The Bar. Yes. The Bar. That's its name if you can believe it. Or maybe you could just call it Cocktails seeing how that's the only signage it's given. The Bar is amazing. I think I had a beer drinking contest with Jonah. Wait, yes I did. I think he won. Then we walked St. Nick home, half carrying the chap, tucked him in and went for 230am treats. Yummy cafe treats where half of us were nearly passing out on the table from pure exhaustion and the other half nearly passing out from tipsyness. I ate some mac n' cheese, bounced over to my apartment and passed out on the famous blue couch.

Oooh...check this out (thanks Honaker!):

CATCH UP
Ketchup! This week has been a non stop bustle. Meetings and editing and meetings and shoots. Damn. I'm finally back in zone one after draining myself on all extents in the desert for three days. It was pretty amazing, my favorite shows being Jarvis Cocker, The Kooks and Rage. It amazes me how every time The Kooks play I feel like it's 1970 or something and shit's blowin' up big time. It's pretty fantastic. I spent an evening and afternoon with the lads photographing and hanging out. Sweet Gents. Or blokes? I dunno. Need to catch up on that lingo. Damn, I'm still working on my French.
I got back into LA Monday morning, slept two hours, and then it was off to do some Network television work and reading a thousand emails that somehow didn't make it through over the weekend. And Tuesday was our big 1 Year bash at Check Yo' Ponytail. I was a hyper gal, jumping around like it was my birthday and I'd gotten hopped up on cake frosting. Spank Rock and Roxy Cottontail were sooo amazing! The place was dripping in explosions of champagne and sweat. Shirts were coming off, pants were dropping and I think I almost passed out from the humidity. We really partied like, well, like we hadn't all just killed ourselves in the desert two days prior. Totally amazing. Flosstradamus had the dance floor packed, plus Acid Girls, Har Mar and Johnny Love all came by and bumped around with the gang. I took off at about 2am for my usual quesadilla fix and that was that.
Wednesday was some Lubitsch Russian vodka fun...and last night Little Joy. Where do these places come from; LA is packed with little hidden treasures. Tonight, Teddy time. Fancy Schmancy pants in the middle of what I like to call LA's Times Square.

HUMPS
So...today, here's an interesting contribution share from Sir Tim. Thanks, Tim. Um..errr. Here it is.



Tomorrow...Coachella bits and bites and snippets. Tally ho.

COACHELLA!!
Mmm. it's hot here. Palm Springs sweat balls. But, Jarvis Cocker got cocky and Sonic Youth is still ... youthful.
Check out the top 20 photos from my yesterday....on URB's Coachella update.

COACHELLA TIME!
I'm off to the desert...hot springs, dusty dust smothered faces and misty drinks. Poolside basking and dipping...frosty frothy fun. If you're heading to Indio...come hang with Shadowscene!!!
We've got Anthem magazine parties, Jane Magazine parties, URB parties and more! Plus, Sunday we'll be running around all afternoon with The Kooks. And in between, house and tent camp hopping. Oooh fun!

ILLINOIS BOYS
Yesterday was amazing...
After finally getting my asthmatic cough under control with some codeine elixer, I was on my way to spend a whole bunch of hours with illinois. We ran around shooting photos, drinking coffee and Coronas, sound checking, stickering and just hanging out before their show at Spaceland. Drew and I scuffed around and came to the realization that there's an entire planet of canine in Silverlake. I've never seen so many dog walkings going on, it was like canine marathon! Har Mar and Fab DJ'd for a bit before the guys hit the stage, and man. I can't say enough nice things about this group, they're all amazing and seriously put on a great show. Later in the night after the show, we bummed around for a bit, played pool and then Kaps and I took Drew over to Awesometown. The rest of the boys were a bit wiped from the previous night at Safari Sams and other random downtown adventures. But Kaps, Drew and I managed to get ourselves over to the Short Stop for some more antics. Oh, Nutty! Silly masks and such. Tons of free drinks which I abundantly refilled for my guests. There was panty flair and 50's jams and a huge influx of people by 1:30am. And then the lights came on, and we were all still sipping drinks and wanting to boogie. But alas, tummy's were growling. I drove across town to the hotels the boys were staying at and had a quick run-in with the rest of the band with their own little late night treats...and ice buckets. The hotel wasn't too thrilled with our noisy early morning/late night shenanigans, so we all split to our respectable pillows. Needless to say, it was quite a fantastic day. Check out all the photos on Shadowscene!!!
Now, it's prep time for Coachella...where I'll be heading in about six hours. Ouch. Oh...and don't forget!! This is HUGE...Tuesday is our 1 year Anniversary of Check Yo' Ponytail! And in case you haven't heard yet, the lineup is ridiculous, and totally FREE!!! We've got Roxy Cottontail, Flosstradamus and Spank Rock! Seriously, some of the raddest of Check Yo' past is now present. Ooh what fun little goodies.
See you in the desert!!

WHIPPER SNAPPER
Well the weekend has come...and gone. And now it's back to the weekly groove. But Saturday was lovely. I spent the entire day with The Deadly Syndrome, joined them at the super hilarious Shit Show podcast and then followed them over to the Explex for their gig with The Klaxons. The sound check was a bit uncanny seeing how the venue is pretty new and doesn't really have all the kinks worked out yet. And the line around the block extended in every possible direction to the furthest degree by the time they actually got the doors opened. Their little ghosts fell down and the lights flickered but the Deadlies rocked it hard as usual. Amazing boys. Of course, then the Klaxons stepped to the stage and the rumbling crowd got nasty, spilling drinks, throwing fists. I was a bit confused because Klaxons are more electro rock than riot rock. But still, it was a great show. Dim Mak Records is releasing their album in the states so I'm sure they're thrilled! And, the Klaxon fellows are super sweet little whipper snappers.
Then at about midnight I headed to Blow Up LA which I heard was off the charts, however, I never made it inside. Parking was a bald headed brat and my tipsy friend was loitering the sidewalks so, I made it to a 3am snackage with Creeksta and then somehow home to bed before passing out along the way. Yikes!! What a crazy Case of the Deadly Klaxonitis....check out photos on Shadowscene!

HMPHs and UGHs
Yep, one of those days for sure. Full of hmph's and ugh's. I woke up feeling like a bit relapsed into the cold I've been fighting off for a week. So I dawdled around, got myself motivated and working and have had about six cups of hot tea so far today. Jasmine, green, calm, jasmine...hot. Then, it starts raining. And that's great, super dandy. Love the rain! But not a week after some kid busted my sunroof clamp so there's a gaping hole in the roof of my Jeep. Therefore, there's now a mini lake inside my car, no passengers allowed. Pew. And it's a day of full of clumsy ellei-ness, as I've knocked over and dropped just about everything I've handled, including spilling an entire mug of hot tea on my lap. Ouch. Double Ugh--Ugh. But in an attempt to look at the bright side of all my hmphs and ughs, tomorrow I get to spend the day with The Deadly Syndrome. Yay!! Love those guys...and the best is they'll be doing an ipod cast and then opening up for The Klaxons. Of course from there, it's on to Blow Up LA...until 4am or so. And the sun is coming out so that's sweetness. And I have a honey bear on my desk. And my friend send me a basket of blooms. And...and...sniffle...it smells like cinnamon apple. Yes! Tomorrow life will only be dandy...and deadly. No more sick syndromes...for me. Hooray for Gay Robot. I'll Toga with you!!

VIDEO PARTY BOOTH
My absolute favorite thing EVER right now is video boothing. The first Shadowscene party, which you will hear more about in the next month, is coming fully equipped with one of these. So save up some of your silly, wacky drunken antics for the chaos box. Mmmm mmmm fun. Peep this...and the song is pretty damn dope too.

TRAINWRECK RANGER
So last night was yet another amazing Check Yo' at Safari Sams. I got to spend a little time with Tim from OK GO which was awesome considering I hadn't seen him in almost six months! Plus, the lovely CC and Star made an appearance as did Holmes and the Russians. Bloodcat Love had all the lovely ladies dancing, getting frisky on stage and eventually Myles, the man in white, was cooling himself off with an entire water bottle. All of this...followed by Trainwreck! Kyle Glass, from Tenacious D, was hilarious as was frontman Darryl. It's great listening to killer covers like 'Taking Care of Business' with a little rock country attitude. However, the most interesting moment of the night was when Marty came up and told me he didn't realize I ever had to 'choose sides.' I was of course completely baffled until he explained he read an article in the LA Weekly referring to Shadowscene as having taken sides in the big 'Hollywood split', as I like to call it. Ridiculous!
Lina Lecaro writes, "just in case you're wondering, there are enough shagsters to consistently flood both Sam's and Cinespace on Tuesdays. It's been a while now since Check Yo's Franki Chan bid adieu to Steve Aoki and crew, and though some took sides (Cobrasnake shoots Cinespace while Shadowscene snaps at Sam's, for example), most pick and choose according to band offerings."
Wow...interesting. I had no idea there was ever a moment where I cognitively chose a "side" in Hollywood. I mean shit, I live smack in the center of it all. But just because I am a part of an event on a particular night of the week, I'm sided. Where you are and what you chose to do on any given day or night of the week does not determinate who your friends are. And if it does...well damn. You must be one hell of a square.
Regardless, Marty and I had a good laugh about the entire concept...oh the particulars! But on another note...tonight is Whitey at the Viper room...and don't forget, the Klaxons with The Deadly Syndrome this Saturday followed by the BLOW UP LA rager!!! Rest up, because the weekends gonna blow you over.

IT'S MAGIC!
I'm a sucker for David Blaine. That guy blows my mind...and he's totally insane. But this...this is even better. So good, I've posted the original and the sequel just for you. Enjoy!

ROBBY the ROBOT
Put me in a room with some A-list hot tamale and I'll yak it up for an hour but put me in a room with Robby the Robot and I just clam right up! (this fact was clearly pointed out to me this afternoon by Dave) And holy crap it's true! Today is the science fiction big to-do in Burbank and apparently Robby the Robot is there, hanging out, posing for portraits, without me! That's it, I'm now totally calling up Fred Barton and scheduling a meeting. Could I honestly nerd out any harder right now? But really, Robby is the King of Bots. Sorry R2.
If you've ever seen Forbidden Planet, you know exactly who I'm talking about. He made his big film debut in this movie in 1956 and has been world renowned since. He was also in The Invisible Boy and soon moved right on into a television career with Lost in Space, The Addams Family and The Twilight Zone just to name a few. Seriously, a robot with a career? The original Robby was vandalized by some asswads in the 70's and deteriorated a bit so Mr. Barton created an exact replica which is who's hanging out over in Burbank today. The original Robby has been fully restored and the 7 foot tall bot now lives in the huge house of some fancy big private collector. Lucky guy! So yes, I now must have tea with Mr. Fancy Private collector so I can simply hella nerd out.

SICKY
I just knew it...it's all floating around and now I've gotten sick. Ugh. About ten of my friends have either strep throat, the flu or some gnarly cold. And damn it, now I'm in the sick bubble too. Regardless, it's been a crazy week and I'm sure the 4 days of nonstop going-ons didn't really boost my immune defense mechanism, or whatever. So now I'm dragging. But earlier this week was nuts!! Monday, Chad and I tore it up on Sunset Blvd...fountain jumping, hotel shenanigans, musical chairs, and 3am breakfasts. And then again on Tuesday it was Check Yo' with Thunderheist and Brother Reade, both so amazing!! The crowd was going insane! No stage diving for me this week, but I did get to run around all silly and get a few jump up hugs. And Peaches showed up in the later half of the evening and man was that interesting, especially when the bar insisted she show an ID for her beer. WTF!? The apologies quickly followed.
Last night was another round of AWESOMEtown...and Bigley's birthday. So, after a 3 hour stint at the Cha Cha Cha, which was absolutely ridiculously funny, we headed over to Short Stop. And, Ho Ho entertained us with another eating anomaly; he ate all, literally all of the fruit from the bottom of our 3 pitchers of Sangria. Orange peels included.
And now, its Thursday and I'm an ill little tamale. A sour sap indeed. Sniffles and sleep deprived. Someone bring me soup. Pleeaase. At this rate, I don't think I'll be making to tattooville and Tiny's.
Image from radrobot.org

COMICS COMEBACK
In honor of the return of Shadowscene's Comic strip IT'S TURBO!!!, Creeksta put together a bit of silliness. This is awesome:



And if you're not familiar with the Shadowscene comic, you can currently check out the earlier releases in the Shadowscene myspace blogs. We'll be posting them all up on the actual site soon and keep looking out for the mini comic book hopefully releasing just in time for Comicon! Beep, Bop, Boop!

BOHEMIAN MONSTERS

Polite in Public posted their amazing photobooth pics from the other night at Check Yo' Ponytail...go check them out!

Clothing provided by The Bohemian Society
Eyewear by Odyssey 20/20
Headpieces by Chris Mobli
Background Illustration by Joe Botello

All photos by Polite in Public.com

Absolutely amazing work as always!!

Don't forget you can see the rest of the event photos from Check Yo' with Andrew WK on Shadowscene!!

YE RUSTIC
This pretty much sums up my evening last night:

i wanna order a nutha roun...
(attempt to blow out candle...)
irish jig sitting dance, giggles.

I headed out at 11:30 last night over to Ye Rustic Inn for a snackage and drink with Chad, A Lee and Creeksta. Fantastic four. It was great..my favorite french fries, hot sauce, mustard drippings, zucchini something and ranch, Hefe and vodka slingers. Good times watching six forty year old dudes trying to do jager bombs. I say 'trying' because literally, only 2 out of the 6 actually knew what it was and how to do it up proper. Sheesh guys.
Really loud music..sometimes good, more often bad. But always fun. We almost brawled for a booth but decided to consider it fair game seeing how we still had three stools to sit on for our four persons. But, at some point we moved to the back room, which was a bummer at first because we couldn't watch the fancy bartenders shake their asses. But...we had tv screens. And next we had front row seats to a bar fight. Yes. Finally!!! It's been too long since I've witnessed this. And the best part, was the chicken wings that were flying, some fresh, some chewed gnarled up bones. Garbage everywhere, dishes flying and dudes just kicking the shit out of each other. Next thing I know, they're outta there, carrying on in the parking lot. We're laughing and then there's an imitation fight with just about everyone left in the bar. Such fun times. BBQ Wang fights, Biggie Smalls and jager bomb fouls. Oh the fun to witness any inebriated performance!

FUNKY FUN
Wait...whoa. So my friend Adam sent this over to me today and I was blown away. There's been some pretty bad ass, radical haircuts over the years, but this is seriously fantastic. I don't know how one would really sleep well or what not...but look at that doooo!!
On another note, it seems people are having a great time, errr, frustrating time with the URB Scavenger Hunt. Sheesh...gots to work for those VIP goodies! No hints from me...unless someone sends me a deluxe strawberry cheesecake along with a crew of folks to snack on it with me and we drink rum. Then, maybe. Just maybe! Wait, I don't even like rum. Bum bum. Good luck with the hunt...and go check out the Andrew WK photos...holy calamity. I'll keep you posted on the Bohemian Society/Polite in Public pics...they're bound to be absolutely amazing. Sort of like that hairdo.

CHOO CHOO
Completely irrelevant, but...here it is. I honestly can't really remember why this was made, but it was, and it still maintains its hilarity. Here you go...chugga chugga choo choo...And, in regards to last night...let's just say whoa. Andrew WK was wild...and The Lashes were super rad. The Polite in Public photobooth pulled out the stops again...wait 'til you see the photos this time around!! The Mr. Clean sweatshirt was the best. Oh what madness! Hooray to car bombs and handing out 32oz vodka beverages. Hooray to stage diving and landing on your ass. Hooray to wet sloppy floors. Hooray to a hot sweaty bar. Hooray to jalapeno ranch something doritos at 3am. And three cheers to making it home safe and to bed by 6am. Oh...and work by 9. Keep on chugga-chugga-chuggin'.

BBQ BLUNDERS

Sundays are the best BBQ day. Well, any day is really. But there's something great about hanging with some of your closest pals and just drinkin', snackin' and eating all day long. And it seems, this happens more frequently on a Sunday. Of course, this past Sunday I didn't have the joy of that. Instead I was counting...and adding. And filling out lovely sweet tax forms. But done...over...complete!! Aaaahhhh!!! But still, take a look at the first Travel Bits album...it's a lil' Shadowscene hidden treasure. Click the photo for more!

Speaking of hidden treasures, today is the first offical afternoon of the URB Scavenger hunt. You get to win tickets to COACHELLA!!! More details to come...but maybe you should start with a visit to URB.com.

CARRY IT ALL
Here's the rad video for the week. This is one of my all time favorite videos. It's amazing. They're amazing. Adorable in fact. Check it:

THE SUN
"Carry It All"

HOLLYWOOD SNOW
Whoops...someone lit a match, in the hills. And set half of Burbank on fire...
Today I went out and started walking down the street for lunch when I saw flames across the street. Hmm, interesting. Next, ashes were landing in my lunch and frosting my hair. Yummy. Then the damn sky turned bright orange and gray and now total white out from all the smoke. The craziest part is that it's completely moved to the other side of the hill, which happens to be my backyard. Good times! There goes the Hollywood sign, and my damn hiking trail!

Photo contributions by Dirty Dave & Mitra and The LA TIMES.

SLEEPWALK BOT
I did not do drugs, I did not have much to drink and I did not pass GO. However, I did apparently end up outside on the sidewalk in my pj's last night at 4:30am calling my cat's name. I remember Pickles running all over me while I was sleeping...then I remember a cat howling. Next I remember waking up outside under a tree looking for my cat. The thing is, he's done this before, the whole 'somehow manage to get outside in the middle of the night and howl like a madman.' So, subconsciously I guess I thought it was him. Needless to say, I went back upstairs and both of my cats were staring at me. Dummys.
But sleepwalking 'eh. That's a new one for me. Which isn't technically the best thing when you consider the fact that I live in Los Angeles in the heart of Hollywood. Ouch. However, maybe I could manage this to my advantage, sort of a workout in my sleep sort of deal. The Sleepwalker's Workout. I could wake up being all svelte and stuff. But yeah, I still don't know about that. No more sleepwalking for me please.

GLUM MONDAY
I've never written a glum blog. But I'm glum and it's gloomy. I hate being glum, even when there's lots of greatness going around. Yesterday I bbq'd and got a great sunburn. Ouch. I somehow forgot to put the sunblock on my back which makes it pretty rough to sleep at night. It's hot, it's cold, it's sensitive. Pffft! But yesterday, I was also contacted by a lovely editor in Egypt who will be using some of my photos for a fashion spread in some big Cairo Magazine. Sweetness. Plus, Playboy and Jane will be putting photos from SXSW up on their sites...stay tuned for that feast! And, I was asked today to shoot the STREET style for Nylon. Pretty fantastic. Get out your fashionable funk so I can take photos of you!! But regardless, I need to get out of gloomdom and pep up. My coffee isn't working. I wish it would just rain already and get it over with. Sheesh. Oh...BOA tonight, GET FAMOUS and apparently win $50. Nice deal 'eh! And tomorrow, it's the Deadly Syndrome at Boardners and DATA ROCK at Check Yo'. Wheee.

HOLLYWOOD HUMORINGS
So last night, I really wanted to go to see Cheeseburger, but my car's a piece of crap right now and I was sitting at home when Cuso called to see if I was going anywhere. So, I ended up going to Teddy's...yeah. Oh boy. I've never gone to Teddy's just because, well it's super LA...super hoite toite or whatever. But I went for lack of anything else to do and at least I could hang with some friends. And oh...the amusing fun it was! First off, I ended up running in to Cisco again when I heard someone yelling "Airport!!" at me. Seeing how we saw each other about 10 times on the way home from SXSW, my nickname is now apparently 'Airport'. Next, while sipping on my $13 cocktail, which fortunately I didn't pay for, Amy Winehouse walks by and I chat with her for a second. Next thing I know, some girl brushes by her and says her music sucks. And damn, Winehouse smashed the broad on the head!! I really thought chaos was about to break out but someone got the madness under control and Winehouse got to stay and play. Next, Kaps showed up with my friend Jana and then a second cocktail was in session, especially after I discovered another chap was practically my high school neighbor back in Boston. Dang! Now it's getting really good....the place is packed...people are tipsy and Holmes is spinning. I go to a separate patio and have a bunch of people I know run up to me asking me if I 'got in.' I'm confused until I realize being at Teddy's and getting in to Teddy's is a Hollywood 'big deal'. I go back inside with my fancy invisible hand stamp. I've now moved onto third cocktail and am running into a bunch of friends I haven't seen in a while. Next, I notice a guy who really thinks he must be Jason Biggs, he looks like him and even takes it to the next level of dressing like him. I point it out to Kaps and he agrees. But 30mins later we're still baffled by this guy. Maybe it is Biggs? I sit down next to him to find out. 2 minutes later he introduces himself as Jason. Damn it! It is Biggs...and this whole time we'd be mocking him as a poser, of himself. But the best part is he was hamming it up with Eva Longoria. Weird. I chat with Maria and Cisco tells me I'm the DJ's muse. I don't know what to say to him. Next I notice the dude from American Pie who gets it on with Stiflers Mom. This is hilarious because I can only picture him on the toilet. Biggs is drunk and I'm trying not to laugh and then all of a sudden, he sneaks out through the crowd with Eva. Yep...Biggs and Longoria off together. See how long it takes for that to make it US Weekly. Ouch.
The rest of the night was pretty entertaining, fancy fashion and pricey drinks. Chandeliers and dungeon decor. I headed out early and walked what I guessed to be about 10 blocks home...needless to say it was more like 75. I treated myself to some 3am french toast and passed out before my head even hit the pillow. That was enough Hollywood for me.

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IT'S FRIIIDAY!
Yep yipper. I'm finally all rested up from last weeks chaos and ready to start things up again here in Los Angeles. April is already getting jammed up with amazing events and hooray because it feels like summer! Today I had the joy of receiving a goodie. The guys got me a robot lamp.....(a robot lamp!) for my dark cave of a desk area and this thing is sooo damn cool. It's kind of ridiculous. It pretty much takes the cake. Icing and all. Other than that, I walked out to get a sandwich...and decided to take the get-a-long gang for a walk. However, the walk turned out to be 2 miles...hot damn that sub shop was far! But sooo worth it. Yummy banana pickles make my world go 'round. Tonight...well who knows what's up. But tommorrow it's an afternoon with WhiteStarr in Malibu. Oh the adventure!

BOT-TASTIC!
So on my way back from Austin, I was a couple cocktails deep and a bit chatty...and came to realize the gentlemen sitting in front of me was reading an article entitled, "20 Things You Didn't Know About Robots". Yeah...you can only guess how excited I was. And the best part was everyone on the plane was looking at me like the biggest nutbag. Regardless, I immediately went to the airport magazine stand and paid triple the price for this magazine called DISCOVER. I honestly think I sunk to a new level of nerd brain at this point. Because now, a couple of days later I'm flipping through this magazine and realizing just how interesting, in a scientific sort of way, it is. The entire thing is about autism, brains, dog language, mathematics in other dimensions, Earths twin planet and growing new limbs. Wow. The good thing is, it's sort of nice to see something like this considering I live and work in such a heavily artistic and entertainment focused environment, the realm of science only rarely pops in. Except of course...when it somes to my absurd fascination with bots!!! So...last page and there you have it, '2o Things You Didn't Know...' And here are my top three favorites:
1) Apparently, in 5th century B.C., a pal of Plato's created a mechanical bird driven by a jet of steam which is arguably the world's very first robot. Hi, that's B.C.
2) Futuristic love fashion...no strings attached. The robotic expert Henrik Christensen predicts humans will be having sex with robots within four years. Wow, talk about scheduled maintenance.
3) And finally, everyone needs a winebot. Imagine him on picnics!! This little guy, built in Japan, can ID any type of cheese and hundreds of different wines. But keep your fingers away; he once mistook a reporter's hand for a piece of pepper jack.
Three Cheers!

AUSTIN MAYHEM
There's so much to even break down when trying to explain what felt like two months crushed into 6 days. Austin was amazing...non stop fun with sleepless nights and daytime adventures. Our week started with a 25 hour road trip...which we had planned on breaking in half, but instead, went straight through the night. Ouch. But somehow, by the time our crew landed on the doorsteps of the Oh No! Oh My! house, we were good to go. Those 1o minute naps along the way had successfully added up. We played hours of Wiii before passing out in masses on the floor and couches. And then, it was Wednesday morning and we were off, awakening to what wouldn't cease until the following Tuesday. Eeek!
More or less, I spent my week touring around with Scanners, Oh No! Oh My!, The Deadly Syndrome and Pony Up. Most of the crew all crashed together in the same house so within a day we were one big happy family. Up by nine, to sleep by six...drinking by noon. And now to follow, a rundown of Austin SXSW highlights...because otherwise, I could fill up this entire site, and besides, that's what the photos are for.
Monday: Driving, driving, driving.
Tuesday: Driving, driving, Wiii.
Wednesday: Scanners play Convention Center, drinks at noon. Prep for the DIM MAK and TBA showcase party, eat sandwiches...ensue partying. Get free schwag, get free drinks, photo marathon...shots at midnight for DSO's birthday. Shots at 12:05. Clamor into the van and head to the ONOM house at 2:30. No sleep til 4am.
Thursday: Head to Hank Sinatra's house with ONOM for their show. Drink 40's and eat free BBQ with absolutely amazing barbeque sauce. Absolutely. Hot heat, goats, roosters and chickens, cats chasing field mice. Tacos and junkyard soundstages. Port a pottys and wooden swingsets. Get 2 free cases of 40's and head to the NYLON/DIESEL party where all 4 bands play again. Free ice cream and vodka. More free schwag. Lots of stickers and jumping around and two free handle of Vodka. Group split up...I rest for an hour and then recharge myself for the Playboy party. Playboy party = Whitestarr madness, plush pillows, free anything and everything, Bloc Party, Ghostland Observatory, Illinois, more BBQ, playboy bunnies, Rascal Flatts attacks, last minute shots of jagger at 3am and ends with knocked over dumpsters and a man with a rifle chasing us down the street. Home to the ONOM house for additional 40's and tamales.
Friday: Sleep 3 hours and rush to the Jane Magazine party. Sit on rooftop for 3 hours with ONOM and Pony Up. Bloodcat Love stumbles in...stumbles out. Love them for their cheeriness. ONOM play another amazing show. I leave and head to the Pig with Deadly Syndrome for another show. Charley and I eat horrible pizza. Drink fantastic beer. Scanners and Pony Up are amazing. Boys on E make out in the corner and then play kick the can. Har Mar degrades the college boy audience, then flings his sweat on them. We all go home...for more 40's on the porch.
Saturday: Roll out of bed, brush my teeth. Jump in the tour van and go straight to the URB/PUMA party at Beauty Bar. Tom and I eat breakfast. Dave and Anne Lee show up full of giggles. Hearts. I leave and go to the Flaunt Party and have a frosty mango punch drink. Then I have an ice cream. Free. Back to Beauty Bar for the Scanners show...too good. Port-a-pottys tip over and the street is flooded in blue. I photograph the Scanners television interview under a tree. Back to the house for a nap. And off to the VICE party.
And this is the real cap off for the entire week. Against Me lose their shit at the VICE show...bottles are busted, flags are disabled, shirts are torn off, and the building collapses. Yes...no more rooftop patio and west side wing. That Elk's club is demolished due to I don't really know what. I take a rock from the rubble....and then eat 4am treats with Scanners. And this is the end of SXSW. I'm still awake...and eager for more.

CONTRIBUTIONS
I love feedback...and funnies. And this is both. Thanks to you...(you know who you are) for sending in this lovely photo observation. I love look a likes...they kind of freak me out! And yes, contributions are highly welcome...especially if they make me giggle. Hoo Ha!
On a sidebar note...The Deadly Syndrome play tonight!! Head over to El Cid if you're in LA and catch these guys before they head off to Austin! Maybe you can cuddle with a ghost while you're there. This is my last weekend in Los Angeles before heading off to Austin for shindigs and shenanigans. The list of parties, store events, bbqs, and shows is growing to the point where I think I can just make a quilt out of flyers...or maybe the world's largest slip n' slide. Beware paper cuts. But really, talk about information overload!! For certain, I will be at a couple of showcases, the NY2LON party, PUMA event at Beauty Bar, JANE Magazine party and Playboy C3 event. And that's just the batter of the batch. Plus, we'll be giving out fun stickers and the latest Shadowscene button...Austin edition!! I'm gonna say it again. HOO-HA!

KNOW YOUR BEAVER
Did you know...that beavers were once the size of the average US Black Bear? I mean seriously, have you seen the teeth and claws of a beaver...I think it would be considerably more terrifying to run into a 10 foot beaver than just a regular Black Bear.
And furthermore, I'm just realizing that the beaver is considered a rodent. Great, so once upon a time there were rodents standing on two feet who could pummel me in an instant. I guess you lovely ladies standing on tabletops in your skirts and heels couldn't really get away from that nasty lil' bugger. The good thing is they have horrible vision, so they probably couldn't see you so well, but they'd still sniff you out. And maybe even try to drag you to their self--made landscape and community for decoration. Can you imagine running into that 10 foot tall beavers' dam? Damn.

Oh...and you've got to love those random google finds...

TOILET TEE STROBE
So...last night was yet another Check Yo'...and even though one of the bands got somehow caught up on the border and had some kind of issues with their Visas...well, Lo-Fi FNK still made it over and put on a great show. An interesting performance as well, with just a single strobe light. Just one. No house lights. Utter darkness with a single 1987 strobe light, non colored, allowing for a systematic sheer periodic light blast. Ouch.
I couldn't really tell if I was moving, the floor was moving, the kid standing next to me was pushing me, or maybe I just fell down? *Note: Don't stare directly into a strobe light. Other than that, I was thoroughly entertained by someone who shall remain anonymous for sharing with me the story of:
- having a full cranberry vodka cocktail spilled on his "nice white fluffy shirt"
- not knowing immediately what to do other than run to the bathroom
- encountering a full bathroom so hurrying into a stall
- removing shirt
- dipping shirt...into toilet
- cleaning the cranberry juice off the "nice fluffy white shirt"
- wringing out the shirt
- putting the shirt back on, followed by a jacket to top it off
- zipping jacket all the way up over his crisp white, now nappy, wet shirt.

The rest of the evening continued and by the end of the night, I kid you not, this guys shirt was dry, clean...and fluffy. Three cheers for innovation!!!

F-u-C-K
I love history lessons! Turn it up...and listen, 'ehem, watch proudly:

SARCASTIC TEASINGS
Bigley likes to smack me on the head and yell "McFly!" I am starting to get sick of my coffee. Ho-Ho gets drunk on free drinks and then asks why. We tell him...'the how is they why'. Yeah. Late night drinks make you crave early morning treats. Somebody doesn't want a cupcake. They'd prefer hot and steamy. Taters? Precious. When really drunk, try saying 'Sexy Steaks, Savory Snakes..." and see just how cracked up you are.
Last night, I slept. Barely.
Lady LA leaves for Argentina today. Mmmm nice. I head to Austin in six. Long nights, hot daze, skinned knees and boo-boos. Skate parks and tumbleweeds, here we come. It's time to ride 'em dirty.

GO NINJA, GO!
So......it's yet again another incredible Monday. And I'm sooooo excited! I just discovered the East Coast dog and deli down the street...and it's amazing. I walked inside and felt like I was in Martha's Vineyard or something. Yum Yum delicious fun. This past week was completely crazy, filled with non stop laughter, comic creations, superhero animations, and weekend movies. Go see ZODIAC if you haven't already. Holy dang, such a great film! This month is crazy good for this stuff...and especially the fact that TMNT comes out in a couple of weeks! Oh man...I can't wait! I'm totally sneaking a full size pizza into the theater somehow just for kicks. And I can only imagine the hundreds of folks in costume for this..at least, there better be! Ah...and here's a novelty tribute for you:

WOLVERINES PIE
Wow. wow. Seriously. Last night was the long awaited dual CD release party for Los Angeles' The Little Wolverines and Piebald. PIEBALD! Needless to say, the night was absolutely kick ass. Both bands are amazing...and the crowd was pretty stellar as well. Best of all were all the new fresh merch goodies I was adorned with from those lovely Wolverines for shooting pretty much what I love already. And I got to meet Curtis' dad and talk about ear plugs and a young Curtis. Too cute. For a while. I was running around photographing and next thing I know, hair is whipping around, stickers are being stuck, someone's being 'that guy', there's a photoshoot in a dark bathroom, more Hefe's, lots of Jager shots for Anderson and DSO, more hair whipping and head swirling, a good variety of friendly thumbs ups, screaming Boston antics, bent over laughter, ass slappings and an eventual high-five before heading to the afterparty.
I then got myself over to BOA by 1am for the tail end of what was a crazy night. Champagne was spraying everywhere, blunts in the back, makeouts in the front, the biggest crowd GET FAMOUS has had to boot...plus E from Entourage ended up making an appearance and Kamikaze shots were in abundance. Bigley was excited. By the time I left, I think I looked as if I'd crawled through a whirlwind tunnel laughing the entire way through, oh...and I somehow ended up with a shot glass in my back pocket. Don't...know...where...that...came from... Oops.
The Little Wolverines Photo courtesy of the amazing Day19

OH YEAH! OH MY!
So this weekend was pretty fantastic...a couple of shoots and a lot of Wiiii. Oh No! Oh My! are in town through the week and they played an amazing show on Saturday with The Deadly Syndrome and Adrian Grenier's band at The Echo. And man, was it awesome...even better was the fact that the shows stared at 7pm which means everyone was pretty blitzed by 10pm. Orlando Bloom was hanging out, supporting Adrian's show, and both were pretty cool about sticking around, schmoozing and watching the second band. Adrian sipped his Pale Ale...and was tipsier than I've ever seen him...so much so, he insisted on me going to his after party at his house. I declined, seeing how it may have been a bit of a surprise if I showed up with 20 dudes...and maybe 2 chicks. We headed out from The Echo and moved on to The Brite Spot for what felt like a 2am late night dinner...but it was barely 11pm. And from there...off to Jesse from The Deadly Syndrome's house for a fireplace afterparty.
Sunday...we all got together again and had a poker tournament during The Oscars, which I pretty much never watch. But this year was an exception seeing how there was a pool involved, which I lost, and lots of drink and snack...and about 6 hours of poker. Plus, endless amounts of Wii bowling and tennis which I've decided is pretty hilarious whether you're playing or just observing. Talk about painful tennis elbow the next day. Gotta love that Wii!! Tonight's the LITTLE WOLVERINES CD Release Party with PIEBALD...super amazing!! Check out the flyer for more info and I better see you there!!

EVERYONE'S ASKING!!
And everyone wants to know...where the heck are those gold toilet booth pictures from Check Yo' Tuesday? Well...here you go. Check out the amazing work by Polite In Public & The Bohemian Society. They cease to amaze me:
Polite In Public - Check Yo' Photos

ONE LINERS and SURPRISES
So last night it was pouring...and I was aching to go out somewhere seeing how the day was full of computer explosions and sour endings. So I hobbled down to Cahuenga with Dirty Dave, Anna and Mancuso. It was sort of refreshing to hang out in a not so crowded venue for once and listen to rock. Mmm. Rock! But the best part was the random one liners that kept keeping me giggly.
First of was the "Smile...it gets better" that was tossed out to Anna as she was walking down the street. I said, maybe he knows you're gonna have a gin and tonic, so therefore, he's right?
Next was Anna after she had her gin and tonic: "One drink and it's the Anna show!" And boy was she right...Anna kept us super entertained for the next couple of hours. And the bestest was the intern, celebrating his birthday. "Tonight's my birthday, I turn 19...well, according to my ID, I turn 23." I cheers'd to that for sure. Sillyness ensued but I bolted out a bit early...headed home to get some more work done.
And then, this mornings' surprise was brilliant...I was sent a you tube video...basically some EXTRA coverage of the whole Spears' shaving her head thing, but with an interview by the lovely Emily of Safari Sam's. Hahaha. Amazing. And the greatest part is that she's in a ton of them...lucky you Emily...getting to commentate on the tattoo and buzz buzz of Britney Spears! Yeah...have at it!

MEAN AS SHIT
This week is draaagging on by. Although, that doesn't mean it hasn't been full of treats and surprises. Monday was pretty terrific. I spent the afternoon running around and then hanging out at the studio with The Deadly Syndrome while they recorded a new track. An amazing new song!! It was quite the rock n' roll time with hot tea, fluffy pillows and a drum line to boot. Some of the recordings are unbelieveable...'mean as shit' as Jesse likes to say. These guys are nutty good. Then I grabbed some dinner, and some new DVD's and watched 'The Descent' with Anderson and the gang. Movie's awesome...until they decided to tack on a second ending which just blew it as far as I'm concerned. But it was worth it just for the spook of the gooey little Orc creatures. Tuesday I got to see Laz which was pretty great and then there was the best photobooth ever at Check Yo'. A booth with toilets...and graffiti walls...and therefore, gnarly antics ensued. The Bohemian Society adorned us with some killer clothes and Polite in Public snapped away. I've never had so much ridiculous fun in an open photobooth...with a gold toilet. Strangely, it was definitely the highlight of my night.
Last night Uffie was in town...rocking out at Social, but I passed. Instead, I wrapped myself up in a blanket and watched movies with Mancuso and a veggie pizza. yum yum. And now, the real chaos begins, three days of Oh No! Oh My! with a bit of TDS...oooh goodies.

BALLS AND TEES, WEEKEND GLEE
Holy camole weekend. There's something sweet about getting out of work early on a Friday that really just enhances the rest of your weekend experience. I had an early dinner with friends on Friday, read some comics and saw Little Ashley's slimey new pets that pretty much scared the crap out of me, especially the way they stared at me through the uncovered glass tank, just waiting to jump out and suction cup their sticky fingers to my face. Ugh! A few hours later I lounged around at Bigley's and then headed to Cha Cha for some Cha-riffic excitement. Ryan Gosling stopped by, so we all sat in the corner wondering if Ms. McAdams would make an appearance as well. She didn't. By the end of the night, I considered taking a lamp home but thought better about it. Then Ally and I bounced down the sidewalk in 1am glee.
Saturday was even better, sushi and fruit berries, LA Girl and Devony, Melrose and lots of coffee. A quick nap, and it was off to shoot in downtown for Blow Up LA! Von Iva, an amazing band from San Francisco, performed and totally killed it! Sooo amazing. At one point we all sat around staring at the now famous photo of Britneys Spears shaved head. Amazing. Simply amazing. From there, the glowsticks and sweatbands took over as well as girls' thongs somehow managing to pop out, or well, their pants seemed to keep falling down and dresses slipped up. A few more photos and I was out the door...and nestled in bed.
Sunday, Sunday Funday! Brunch and driving ranges! I went with Bermonster to hit some balls seeing how it was super warm outside and I needed a hearing break from all the weekend running around and ruckus. The best part was, we ended up with a ton of free balls to hit and then found some tees floating around which we returned and ended up making a few extra bucks. Sweet deal!! I hit golf balls and the course tips me! Later that night, I bumbled around Amoeba with Anderson and found the long awaited "Creepshow 2". I've been dying to add this to my collection!! Oh sooo good. I love that lil' skelly crypt dude.

PLEN, THE ROBOT
Is pretty amazing...how cute is he! Plen...please come hang out with Shadowscene. We need you.

BOOM, BOOM FALL DOWN
Biscuits and triscuits...have you been craving your bits!!!? Friday's Pre-Grammy party and weekend madness left me in a bit of rough shape...so much so that I think I'm finally standing on my own two feet again. Charley, Tom, John and I got silly at the Pre-Grammy party. We were a bit excited about hanging out at the Chaplin stage with Kermie and friends..and also pretty excited about the abundance of free booze. We didn't know what to do other than stock up...and that pretty much explains why it was a night of boom, boom, fall down. I was also thrilled to run into Robert Randolph whom I haven't seen in years since shooting hoops in NYC...and of course my hula-hoop contest buddy Tila Tequila and the lovely Afrobot! Oh fun... The rest of the weekend was bowling, golf, ginger ale sippin', french fry eatin' recooperation mode.
And tonight..back in action at Safari Sam's with ACID GIRLS and SWITCH!! Holy moly magnific! Wear your sweatbands, cuz it's gonna get dirty.

STELLA-RIFFIC BANANAS
Damn today has been hectic...only a few more hours, wait, minutes, until it's time to Check Yo' Ponytail!! It seems this month may be a head spinning time, which is cool with me. But tonight, it's going to be 'riffic. Stellastarr and Monsters are Waiting are performing at Check Yo'...but, there's also some interesting dance mania I'm excited to see. And it's been a few days since I've been super piped up for a good time. So bring the good times on!
Oh...and speaking of interesting...why the hell is this so popular? It completely freaks me out...

BERRY CRUNCHY MONDAY
It's Monday. Blah. Lots o' work. Lots. O'. Work.
There's so much going on in the next two months it's a bit of catch up prep time...or something. I woke up this morning to Bobby Brown's 'My Perogative' which is sort of a great wake up tune. I was kind of hoping that MC Hammer would come up on rotation next...but it didn't. But it was still exciting! Plus, the fact that it was about 85 degrees out when I woke up kind of tricked me into a super happy wake up mood. I was ready to pack up and go play outside. Of course, then I realized it was get busy time. Get busy! So, I've been gettin' busy all day long, sort of. I dawdled out, got my coffee...and then realized the shoppe was out of bagels. Pew. So I ended up with a 'nana muffin. Love those breakfast treats! One time when I was younger, my friend told me I was going to turn into a blueberry muffin. He even wrote this long story about how I did turn in a blueberry muffin. All of course, because I ate two a day. One in the morning and one on the way home in the afternoon. Sometimes if I had enough change scrounged up I'd even be prone to stopping by Blockbuster for a bag of cotton candy (I don't really know what was wrong with me) that would be divided up and finished within thirty paces down the sidewalk. But damn boo-berry muffins were so damn good. If he were hanging out with me now, he'd end up writing a story about how I turn into a goldfish cracker, seeing how that's now the snackage of choice. I guess that's better? Crunchy...or soft and spongey. Eww. I'll go for the crunchy. Happy Crunchy Monday!

SHADY SHENANIGANS
Last night was absolutely insane...I don't know how this happened considering, well, I figured it would just be a quick shoot and hop, skip and a jump over to another show for a chill evening. There was some shooting, lots of it, a bit of jumping, maybe a skip, and a bunch of hops. Here's the rundown:
Anna Girl came with me to the Key Club to check out The Grand Marquee...Shys and Wildbirds. The bands started earlier than expected so we missed a bit, but still got to catch the whole TGM set and a bit of The Wildbirds which was awesome. We somehow got lost in the stairwell at one point and ended up on stage in the middle of The Wildbirds show, but that was pretty rad as well. We finally found our way back out and to Sunset Blvd., watched a homeless dude play a diddy and then swung over to On the Rox. Peter, Bjorn & John were having their afterparty there so it was a definite required pit stop, especially considering it was pretty much right in front of us. We bounced upstairs, had a few drinks and mulled about. I spent most of the night getting the death glare from some chick who had a bit too many martinis and decided I wasn't her friend. So I took her picture. Twice. I then continued to hang out with Holmes and Adam 12 for a bit, heard some amazing Bostonian stories from Eric, ran into Bradley, possibly had another drink, and played pass the hat with my lil' knit beanie. At this point Anna and I realized our parking meter was pretty much expired. We had a few minutes to dash over and fill it up but we decided to bite the bullet and hoped for some good karma instead. PB&J did some DJ'ing and then we were off! And holy crap...no ticket on the car! Of course, the night didn't end there. We then headed over to some lovely crib in the hills to hang out with all the bands and rad folks from the Key Club show. And oh the excitement! Ping pong tables! A Gino dressed all in white looking daper. A dog named Milo. More Coronas. Lovelies dancing to rock n' roll. And then...I got hungry. And Anna Girl got the craving for some burrito as well...so after a few more shenanigans and ping pong balls flying past my head, we scooted over to the taco stand. For a delicious 3am breakfast burrito with all the fix'ns. Sometime after that I clambered into sleepville...exhausted and weak limbed, smokey and foggy ill brained.

TWEENER, TWEEKERS & TOWS
So I've actually been following the news a bit more lately, something I rarely do since I don't have television and rely on conversations to fill me in, which isn't really the best idea I suppose. And it's amazing some of the things you hear or read on the news, like last week when they took all the guns away from the Tijuana police. Eek...talk about potential for some serious uprising and chaos. The best part is, they ended up arming themselves with slingshots and a bag of ballbearings. Slingshots!! You've got to be kidding me! That's amazing...but this is even crazier. I just wrapped on a "Prison Break" special for FOX and this morning heard on the radio how Lane Garrison, who plays 'Tweener' on the show, was arrested and is being charged with vehicular manslaughter, driving under the influence and contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Yikes! The 26 year old crashed his Rover into a tree killing the 17 year old he was with and injuring the two 15 year old girls also along for the ride. That's pretty shoddy. Crappy. No fun. There's a million things I could poke about on here, but I'll just say I hope he took some good notes while sitting on set...or else the next 10 years aren't about to be so pretty.

On a non-media news note, Mokey is getting better, now that he's all poppin' pills and such. Fatty is a happily balanced diabetic. Although, now the car has broken down. And is sitting on the street waiting for a tow and repair. Man oh man, quite the week. Thankfully, tomorrow is Groundhog Day. Thus, tomorrow I'll be funnier. Promise. Go see The Grand Marquee tonight at The Key Club. It's free and all ages!!