ENTRY #1700
3/8/10

THE SONG: Solo Yo, Rudy La Scala
THE PLACE: Whatever!
THE WORD: Whatever!

I can never get enough, Spike, how about you?

Jeremy, you freak, stop going by the name "John".

Hershel, if you're really doing your job, how is it that someone else sent me this and they found it on the internet? One or the other, Hersh. Either tons of graphics where 2% of them are usable or
tons of crappy ass links to stuff we can ponder.




Fucking Rickk! Buy me a goat!

ENTRY #1699
3/8/10

THE SONG: Imma Be, Black Eyed Peas
THE PLACE: sure
THE WORD: uh huh

Spike keeps cc'ing me on this email about some video thing he's trying to do. Holy shit, Spike, I have no idea what the hell any of it means. Let me know if you're just being profound because you know what the other thing I am thinking is.....

Wrong!

ENTRY #1698
3/5/10

THE SONG: And It Rained All Night, Atoms For Peace
THE PLACE: here
THE WORD: leaks!

I tried to start a doughnut/bagel program today and ended up with Chuck casting for a remake of this video. We are either not focused or brilliant. With my luck....the first one.

Yesterday, among other things, I had to decide for Spike whether he was an asshole or profound so that is why I didn't post my column. As you can see, my plate is full.

Thiebaud, don't try and start shit......it's a losing battle for one of us and that one of us published a poetry book.

Hersh explained to me who Andre The Giant was. It's cool since i was raised in a cellar chained to a water heater before I landed this kick ass job and hadn't ever heard of him.

Here's a photo I like. Couldn't think of anything "clever" to write about it.

ENTRY #1697
3/3/10

THE SONG: Home Sweet Home, Motley Crue
THE PLACE: Home
THE WORD: Level 2

Spike, how nervous are you that this link is that email you sent me and asked me not to post?


Again, this is just for Rickk.




Staba said this is the "BMW of goats". I hope he doesn't go to the intersection of PCH and Vermont in a downpour.





I know this has been posted here before but as tight as these two look, don't be fooled. Jeremy already said he's going to just sit back in his cubicle and laugh while Mueller and Hersh act like
girls when the world ends.

ENTRY #1696
3/2/10

THE SONG: I've Been Trying to Leave, Quest for Fire
THE PLACE: here
THE WORD: Carnalag

Jeremy is going on another interview today. Oh, I mean, he has a dentist appointment. As if people from Yucca even go to the dentist. Nice try, Jerry.

Here's Hersh's plan in the event of a disaster. Miss or Masterpiece?
I plan to "Jackie Chan it" out Mueller's window, so don't park there I will be crushing your roof.
Then I go full commando, loot the dairy, and make my way back to WeHo.
Sarah and I duct tape the cat carrier onto the back of the bike rack, then Bella, Sarah , and I ride bikes to Crivitz, Wisconsin.
Your more than welcome to join, the lake house there is real nice

ENTRY #1695
3/1/10

THE SONG: Bring on The Dancing Horses, Echo & The Bunnymen
THE PLACE: here
THE WORD: whenever you fucking want

If you're in Union Square tomorrow night and haven't ever heard Spike stutter when he's nervous, now's your chance!

Gav gave me one of these for Christmas one year. I always liked that he would get me a gift so of course I told him I loved it but the entire time I was thinking, "How old are we, 90???". Anyways Gav, I didn't want you to think this was me selling it. I re-gifted that one you gave me years ago to my aunt.

Still feeling the karma from getting rid of the Prius. Tire just exploded last night when I hit a pot hole. Good thing I bought tire insurance. Fucking kidding me!

This picture will actually make Rickk cry. Wants to go to the Grand Canyon so bad.

ENTRY #1694
2/25/10

THE SONG: Crazy, Patsy Cline
THE PLACE: here
THE WORD: now

Spike, just in case you were worried that we were going to stop talking about this fucking movie...........




Sam, when you book tours, are these the demos? I'm trying to translate this into promotion and just want to make sure. Love you and miss you.

ENTRY #1693
2/22/10

THE SONG: Just My Imagination, The Cranberries
THE PLACE: here
THE WORD: uh huh

Staba might buy his girlfriend a goat. Whatever, Mikey and Rickk! I've only wanted a goat for ten years. Jerks.

What the hell is this guy even talking about? Craigslist is so for "insiders".

Rick and Rickk were suppose to send regular updates from Australia but so far all I've gotten was the blow off when I asked how to use the f'ing DVD player.

Here's another page from Under Gear. I didn't know guys got those little "peek-a-boo" tattoos, that's pretty cool. And what is that one guy doing on the top right? Just holding his junk? Weird.

ENTRY #1692
2/19/10

THE SONG: It's Over, Aimee Mann
THE PLACE: here
THE WORD: Aimee Mann

Starting today, so into updating.

We should sponsor goats so coordinated and agile. Rickk and Mike can't do any of this shit.

Australia with Rick, Rickk and that cute little Thai kid, so far, so good.




We got a catalog in the mail here called UNDER GEAR. River said if we buy his birthday present out of it, he's quitting. You can't quit, River, just ask Jeremy.

Anyway, I decided it was only fair that we share it so here's a piece called the Body Tech Olympia Jock. Doesn't look like a lot of coverage for the ass and for people with big asses, like Frosty and Rickk, there's no way this thing would work. Maybe this will be a regular feature?

ENTRY #1691
2/15/10

THE SONG: Volunteers, Jefferson Airplane
THE PLACE: whatever
THE WORD: whatever

The Art Dump had a meeting this morning and Jenkins brought bagels just for the Art Dump. Whatever Andy, we've had a tub of chocolate covered caramel corn hidden in River's office for over a month that we don't share with anyone in the Art Dump. That's right, Hersh, no one.

Larson, can you call me? I realized over the weekend I like Aimee Mann and I want to know if it means I'm gay or just totally gay. Thanks. Sorry, Lu.

Kenny Anderson looked completely disgusted at my new car. Can't wait to see Crankers face. Crank, if it helps at all, Mikey pretty much made me get it. You like Mikey, right?

Mikey, I sent your resume to this guy. I put myself as a reference for you. Fingers crossed.

Look how little this goat is? Must be just born, right?

ENTRY #1690
2/12/10

THE SONG: Por Vida, Emilio Navaira
THE PLACE: here
THE WORD: reggae crew...

Spike, I'll go get Rickk. He doesn't have a gambling problem, come on.

If you have an opinion about the color of tile Mikey should use as a back splash in his kitchen, midnight blue or a lighter blue, email The Mez and let him know. Trying to get as many people as possible involved in this remodel. And The Mez LOVES fielding emails for Mikey. LOVES it.

Someone named Michael sent in a photo of three of Larson's favorite things: Cars that strippers can change their names to, goats and snow. Sweet.




Guy, is it just me or does it look like Fabian may gone been to this gym a few more times then you and your Asian friend?

ENTRY #1689
2/11/10

THE SONG: The Safest Place
THE PLACE: here
THE WORD: yep

Crashed a third server with so much traffic, hit The Mez up for all advertising. Mez, 10% cut, I'll get your contract ready.

ENTRY #1688
2/10/10

THE SONG: Everyday is Like Sunday, Morrissey
THE PLACE: Wednesday
THE WORD: Not

The Gav sent me this photo and suggested it for content for my column. Think how funny this column would be if he wrote it everyday? Rickk thinks pretty much everything Tim says is funny. Even when he's not joking.




And this from DuPont. Not trying to be funny, just hates people. He asked, "Are there people really making martinis on the beach"?.





I thought this could be Rickk until the last sentence said, "I check my email every morning".

Mikey was late for a meeting this morning and Hershel did all the talking in the meeting. Rickk couldn't make the meeting and so that left The Mez at least annoying. Whatever, it was that story or more Thiebaud poetry.

ENTRY #1687
2/8/10

THE SONG: Jamming, Bob Marley
THE PLACE: Hermosa Beach
THE WORD: I yie yie....

RIckk was telling me something today and he said, "well once in a great moon...." and I tried to correct him and say "it's once in a BLUE moon..." and he argued that "great" works, too. He's been here in the states almost twenty years, thought he might want to start speaking the language.

Now Rickk just came back in my office with some Fourstar piece on and said, "Can I pull this off or do I look like some weird surf guy..."?.

Just came in again with another Fourstar top on and called me a weirdo. OK.

So, it was Bob Marley's birthday on Saturday and to celebrate we went and saw the worst reggae band ever. Sorry Bob, we tried to make up for it by drinking ourselves silly and taking over the dance floor at Sharkeez. And we all had leather jackets on. I know. I know.