Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Podcast: Giant Lake Bear

In today's best of times/worst of times, I recount the best year in Drewsus sports historics, lament our society's laissez-faire attitude towards Wilkileaks and I review the first film my eyes have ever beholden in IMAX celuloid, Tron: Legacy. Just give me the damn ball!!!

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The Mercurian Swing Man doing his thang!

The Beard and the Freak: The New Odd Couple

Potentially Farve's last stand.

Tron 2.0

This thing is called a "Recognizer."

Musical Guest: The Black Crowes

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Podcast: Martyrs of Truth

In today's total eclipse of the heart, I chat with my workbuddy Thalia--we talk about photography and Black Swan *spoilers*. I also talk about seeing an episode of Craig Ferguson, the great film directors of this generation, Wikileaks and the great fantasy films of the early 80's. Make hay and press play...

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Thalia in her natural habitat.
LO'L and I saw the Lord of Late Night.
Tour de Force
Delorian parked in front of 24.
Changing our reality as we speak...

Thalia's Tublr:

Julian Assange's Old Skool Blog:

Ferguson's hack warm-up act, Chunky B:

Musical Guest: Scissor Sisters

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Podcast: Zombies and Users and Bears - Oh My!

In today's ep, recorded Sunday night, I ramble on about Walking Dead, episode 5, the Tron Legacy Soundtrack by Daft Punk, the Bears beating the Eagles 31-26, ripping off other podcasters and comedians, and the newest National album. I also introduce two new segments which involves the youth of the nation and Rowdy Roddy Piper. Listen with caution...

Thalia and a friend
Take that, dogkillah!
How Daft...
The Dead continues...

CraigyFerg is the king of Late Night.

The Boys of General Narrative.

Musical Guest: The National

Friday, November 12, 2010

Podcast: Mulligan

In today's messianic interlude, I discuss podcasts I like, my version of heaven, the 2010 World Series Champions--The San Francisco Giants and why The Walking Dead is the best goddamn show on television only two episodes in. Gimme some sugar, baby...
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Joe Rogan and Duncan Trussell droppin' skullbabies on yer ass...

Thank God the Padres choked...

Terrence McKenna's "Time Wave Zero"

Oh yes, the dead shall inherit the Earth...
Been waiting for this since 1988...

Return of the Kings.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Podcast: Everything Under the Sun

Playing catch-up here. Today's ep is about San Diego, Florida, Mad Men, Kings of Leon, parallel parking, Jersey Shore and T Mobile. My density has popped me to you...

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LO'L and I took our talents to South Beach

Musical Guest: Young Men Dead

Go Giants!

Friday, October 22, 2010

Bully, Halloween, and the Last Gasp of Rock N’ Roll (MySpace 10.22.06)

Got Bully the other day, the game is awesome and all the pundits attacking it saying that it will influence children to induce debauchery in schools across the country. Mark Foley is more evil than Bully, so shut the fuck up pundits. I like the game because it's a story, it's like an interactive "Catcher in the Rye" and the Halloween stage is a blast.

Speaking of All Hallows, my favorite John Carpenter flick of the same name is on AMC as I blog this. I love the holiday as many of you know. Like Ministry said, I wish everyday was Halloween." Think how much fun it would be, all the girls in sexy outfits, sex and candy—there would be some cons—it would be hard to identify serial killers if every day were Halloween—so I guess my idea really sucks.

I downloaded the new Deftones and Trail of Dead albums, both are pretty good, but I can't help to think that 10/19/06 was the day I heard rock die. I say this because these groups are my favorites and I can sense both records will be both group's last. And nothing new is good anymore, when "Panic at the Shitsco" is the best the kids can come up with—it's all over! Everything is over!

One of these days I'll grow up and quit listening to all the new bands, quit playing video games and day dream about a Halloween utopia….but until the, I'll enjoy my time as an overgrown child. In two years, I'll be 31 and have my master's in CR….I'll grow up then. Deal Drew?


Saturday, September 18, 2010

Happiness is a Fish you CAN catch off the banks of the Jersey Shore

Happiness is a silly thing. It's not just this thing that happens for us in spite of everything else. I think we co-create happiness, just as we can co-create our own bitterness, dread and need to watch Jersey Shore in spite of our best intentions.

Speaking of the exploits of Ronnie, J-Woww, Sammie "The Sweetheart," Vinny, Ronnie, Snookie, Pauly D, Angelina and the Situation himself--I fuckin' love this show. The reason I love this show is because I thought I wouldn't. I thought it was low culture pulp. I was wrong. The kids on JS are A) a lot smarter than I initially thought B) have character C) are hardworking and D) have no grand illusions of their celebrity, which makes them borderline brilliant--or whoever is handling them is a genius.

I would explain myself more, but I'm tired, but enjoy this little youtube ditty I found of Michael Cera getting turned into a Guido by the cast of JS.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

70's Rare Tracklist

Never Say Die! - Black Sabbath
Nobody's Fault - Aerosmith
L'america - The Doors
Doolin' Dalton - The Eagles
Little Wing - Derek and the Dominos
The Loser In The End - Queen
Pacific Ocean Blues - Brian Wilson
Hey Hey What Can I Do - Led Zeppelin
Mind Games - John Lennon
Let Me Roll It - Wings
Bad Side of the Moon - Elton John
Think About Me - Fleetwood Mac
Sufficiently Breathless - Captain Beyond
Seamus - Pink Floyd
Back In N.Y.C - Genesis
In The End - Rush

Friday, August 13, 2010

Double Redwood

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter - bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
-Stephen Crane

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Songs from '77 (the year I was birthed)

Marque Moon - Television
Dogs - Pink Floyd
Closer to the Heart - Rush
Dreams - Fleetwood Mac
Bodies - Sex Pistols
Two out of Three ain't Bad - Meat Loaf
Heroes - David Bowie
Movin' Out (Anthony's Song) - Billie Joel
Come Sail Away - Styx
New Rose - The Damned
We Will Rock You - Queen
We Are the Champions - Queen
Pacific Ocean Blues - Dennis Wilson
Sonic Reducer - The Dead Boys
Love Gun - Kiss

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Podcast: Enter Inception

What do Inception, Doug Benson and San Diego have in common? Tune in, turn on and drop out out.
Best of 2010
Doug Benson: Too High to Die
Beautiful Downtown San Diego

Sunday, July 18, 2010

The Rapture or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Evil Galactic Warlord Named Xenu (MySpace 3.18.06)

TO's going to Dallas..Tomkat might be married..Japanese engineers have designed robots to look after their elderly. Folks if you didn't think that the apocalypse couldn't be any closerthink again!

Terrell Owen is going to destroy pro football and Jerry Jones is riding shotgun. I can't wait till next year when that loudmouth gives Tuna a heat attack on the sidelines at big D and then they'll be sorry. It will all be televised for your viewing pleasure, TO will be jumping on Parcels flabby belly as he passes out from cardiac arrestthey'll have to get a couple of them trained gorillas in "don't-mess-with Texas" patrolman get-up to rip TO off his ex-coach (or perhaps ex-fellow human being depending on what the doctors can do). Jerry Jones will have a press conference the next day, feign tears and then hire Jeff Fisher and Eric Moulds to fill in the gaps the day afterstand by apocalypse!

Tomkat finally made it official so that their little spawn of L. Ron can enter this world to invent the rocket ship that will save all the Scientologists before the Earth gets destroyed by Xenu. The spawn will live a privileged life in a world made up by some hippy science fiction writer who had a penchant for peyote and handjobs from Art Bell. This child will have superior intellect that comes from a divine source (because L. Ron knows it won't be coming from Maw and Paw Beautiful). Christians and Heathens alike will stay on this toilet Earth to endure the wrath of the reckoning as and elderly Tom sits shaking in his diamond studded wheelchair sipping the blood of the younger OT's, fed to his body intravenously through a straw as he takes a ride in Jr's rocket to safety (only to be obliterated by an asteroid named after Timothy Leary somewhere near Neptune's orbit.oh darn!)..apocalypse is nigh!

The robots of Japan will not only help the country's elders, but they will become savage warriors ala Terminator and will rule the island by the time Tom Jr. finishes his schematics. Soon afterwards, the army of bots will find the keys to the war heads, Bay of Pigs part two ensues.and that is how we'll all get ours ladies and jellyspoonshope you're all ready.cuz we're all going down like groupies at a Led Zeppelin concert....

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Monday, July 12, 2010

Ode to the Olde Skool Nintendo (MySpace 6.21.06)

Tonight is a sad night in the history of D.A…..for I had to end a 19 year relationship. You see, back in the Spring of ’87, while most kids were beating off to Kelly Bundy still frames on their VHS’s (I’m talking to you Donnie Darko!!), I was working my ass off (so I thought) for my Dad cutting suckers off olive trees in order to save up for a Nintendo Entertainment Center. I remember the day my mom took me to the toy store in Visalia and let me spend “my money.” My mom was so proud she bought me “Ghosts and Goblins.”

Three hours later, Punk Scott came home, as I heard the menacing sound of Iron Maiden and a beetle engine roar up the drive, he got off early from Todd’s teenage slave mill (everyone else called it the Pizza Factory)—and an hour later I was watching Punk Scott—who slept in on those spring beak days hung over when I was out toiling for my 8-Bit bliss, play my game.

Come 2 A.M. I was watching him get to the Satan Level on “GnG,” as I called that game and little did I know that a band named “GnR” was completing their Head-Banging masterpiece just 3 hours south down 99 and the 5. Revenge is mine though, I stole the very album in question from him when he went into the Navy—so who’s laughing now?

I threw my childhood in an Omaha dumpster tonight.

First Game played on my Nes: “GnG”
Last Game played on my Nes: “Castlevania 2: Simon’s Quest”

Your Hi-Tech Mutant,


PS-This is the picure of the Nintendo's sorry replacement, a $20 knock off I bought on Amazon. It's a top loader, big as a CD and only plays half my games and runs them hot. Not an adequit replacement by any means

Friday, July 9, 2010

The Spawn of 3 Live Crew.

Boom! Goes the dynamite and LeBron Raymone James is a Miami Heat (goddamn-verb-sport-names-popular-in-the-90's.)

It's over. Quit crying all you midwestern faggots. LBJ was not your friend. He was just pretending to be one of you as his yearning (i.e. his wang) pointed like a metal detecting twig to South Beach as the other two break off their love affairs to get crazy from the heat.

Is there any reason not to believe that these 3 media and NBA darlings masterminded this in Bejing? If so, Kobe egged it on. I bet he did. How sweet will it be to see Heat/Lakers in the 2011 Finals. Could it get any better?

Basketball just got better today. The Heat are going down in flames when the Mamba, Pow and Ron Ron hit the thunder next June.

And we will all be witnesses.
Hello Bahhhbay!

Thursday, July 8, 2010

My Anti-Bear Blog (MySpace 2.2.07)

So you tell me the Bears are in the Bowl? No shit—two years too soon is you ask me. But no one is asking me and no one cares. That dickhead Grossman will do something Super shitty and will cost them the Lombardi.

Let's face it folks, Rex Grossman is the worst QB to ever have a Super Bowl emblem ironed-on his jersey. He is worst than Trent Dilfer, Neil O'Donnell, Chris Chandler, Stan Humphries, Vince Ferragamo, Kerry Collins, and David Woodley. And he sounds like an uneducated caveman in interviews—he looks like a pimply-faced high schooler asking one of the cheerleaders to go to prom. What a waste of a draft pick. And I remember that draft day in 2003—how happy I was when Tagliabue said this butthole's name—I downright cheered because he was a good passer at Florida. Well that was then and this is now.

I feel sorry for Lovie Smith—the wool has been pulled over his walleyes. I respect him, but this kind of shit reminds me of Dusty Baker's sad devotion to that loose screw Levon Hernandez—and we all remember what came of that—Barry Bonds, the greatest modern baseball player, alone in the dugout, watching the Angels participate in clothed orgy mere miles from Disneyland. The Giants are a sore subject…

Anyways, this may be the Bears only shot for awhile. Lance Briggs is gone and Ron Rivera might be dealing with the soap opera that is Terrell Owens next year. The defense has been busting so many skulls this year and they show it. Tommie Harris and Mike Green, the backbone of that secondary, will be watching the game with their hats on the wrong way.

Maybe I'm just pessimistic…or humble. I'd like to think of it as a combination of both. It's healthy to be skeptical, because if the Bears just go out their and smack Payton and Marv in the mouth and Jones and C-Ben go out there and run like animals and effectively keep the pigskin out of Oedipus Rex's hands—maybe, just maybe, Brian Urlacher will want to go to Disneyland and watch a clothed orgy.

Monday, July 5, 2010

If All Else Fales (MySpace 3.23.07)

You see a lot of funny stuff riding around Sacramento. Seagulls and Jews. God is gay. Hubbard Dianetics. It makes my brain laugh really hard while my face remains subdued. Sometimes I pretend my regular bike is a motorcycle and I'm in the desert apocalypse of a George Bush-less future, shooting zombies with my shotgun and having sex with android hookers because all the women die. It's a real pisser of an apocalypse.

Sometimes I think about the crazy cracker Daniel Pinchbeck who wrote that book 2012: The Return of Quetzalcoatl and how he thinks that the Mayans knew what they were doing by giving us humans a spiritual expiration date. I don't think anything monumental will happen on December 21, 2012—and if it does, the server that this blog will be imprinted on, as well as all of those who read it, will be lost in an inconceivable limbo.

I'd like to think that something much cooler will happen instead of the paranoid delusions of Nazi hellfire brought forth by Charlie Manson WMD's. No, I'd like to see a reboot of the planet, where animals double in populous and males and females become one (known as fales) in a realm where death and creation are dubbed, "out of fashion." A world where jobs are laughable institutions and hot dogs taste like you haven't had one in five years, even if you eat one right after the other. A world where masturbation is as good, or even better than sex (mainly because of the male/female cross-hybridnation idea). A world where we forget what we forgive.

Then I think—damn Mayans! You could have at least waited until after Christmas.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Upgrade Your Grey Matter, Cuz One Day it May Matter (MySpace 4.1.07)

As I was supposed to be watching the Aqua Teen Colon Movie for Theatres (booo Adult Swim!), I reflect on the past instead. I went to visit my buddy/blue collar guru, Carl and his wife Tena. They live in El Dorado, the Three Rivers of Sacramento. We played with his dog, Rat Fink, named after artist/1960's hot rod mogul Ed "Big Daddy" Roth's trademark mascot. Carl was helping work a story out and he retold a story that took all of five minutes to recap. We talked of the past, the present and visions of the future. Carl is my surrogate Sacramento dad and time with him on his property in El D is time away from the city.

To quote Deltron 3030 – "I'm caught in the grips of the city madness."

I go home next weekend, a different kind of escape in avoiding politics with dad and poison the gears in the minds of my nephews Keithan—the robotic duo of death.

Weird things I saw riding bike in El Dorado. A teenage girl smoking a cigarette and chasing her friends with what looked to be a toy version of an AK-47 (here's to hoping it was fake, at least), some bikers going into Red's Bar, some creepy asshole staring at me from the second story of this Victorian house, and a couple militia dudes smoking cigarettes and gulping Bud Light with a hooker they called out from Sparks earlier to be their threesome doll.

The Giants will win the World Series this year. D.A.'s teams on the rise.

I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence
In hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist
I got my plan
I got survivalism

Friday, July 2, 2010

Star Wars GIF


King Carl - Episode 2: Father Knows Best

In episode two of my epic chat with Carl, we talk about his up and down relationship with his old man. These are some of Carl's best stories IMHO. Enjoy.
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Carl and his 7 siblings (Carl in upper left).
Carl's Dad, Lloyd and a rare smile wearing a horse bridle on his head.
Lloyd letting one of the family's pet monkeys pick around.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Sib and his Mega-Ass Afro! (MySpace 6.14.06)

Greeting Ministry of Myspace,
Have you ever pondered what album you were possibly conceived to? For those of us who didn't grow up under the tear of liberal new-agers for parents, we are positively frightened to ever ask our parents this question.

Mine would be Boston's self-titled effort....

For two reasons:

1) The album came out roughly 9 months before my self-titled debut and 2) my parents had this album in their collection.

I imagine my genesis peeking at the end of "Rock & Roll Band."

So anyone else know (or at least an idea like me) of what wax was spinning when your parents still had a sex life?

-Adam Ant