We’re just listening in the basement, but you can tell that this guy is quite the showman. Here’s a picture just uploaded to the Vocoustics house gig picture page. We’re streaming live and listening to him crack anti-Seattle jokes. Ain’t technology grand.
The Scotland show is going strong now … we just interviewed Peter and Kevin and some random party girls about their paranormal encounters. It’s been a ton of intercontinental fun. This is a rare treat, because this sort of thing doesn’t happen very often Scotland ….
You can even hear cars nearby, and people trying to be so quiet in a house completely rigged up with mics. It’s freaking beautiful.
We’re broadcasting the Scotland house show right now, and the unsuspecting guests are “shooting the shit” in the mic-rigged house. The show will start soon, as soon as the rest of the guest arrive. More pictures to come….
CHECK IT OUT
www.hollowearthradio.com
So my sister’s boyfriend is trying to get a job in Portland. He went to LaborReady and had
to take a five question test in order to qualify.
1. Do you do drugs recreationally?
2. When you get mad, do you punch people?
3. Have you stolen from work before?
4. How much have you stolen from work (in dollar amount) ?
5. Do you believe it’s okay to drink on the job?
He said that 3 people failed this test.
God, I love it.
I had a dream last night that I was a cop. My squad and I all busted into a warehouse, which was mostly dark and deserted. We were storming in to find a fugitive (for an unknown crime), and twisted between walls and doorways. Eventually we came into a room where a young blond girl with sort of that *heroin chic look* was standing in the corner. Several of other policeman began barking orders at her, to either lay down on the ground or put her hands up, to drop her weapon, or stand against the wall. She wasn’t able to honor all the requests since they were mutually exclusive, so I decided to shut all the other policemen up and take point on giving orders.
Calmly, I convinced the girl to get down on the ground so we could cuff her. Once in custody, the Sergeant entered the room and wanted to immediately begin his line of questioning. He pulled out a taser and said “This taser will not effect those with a strong will.” He then zapped me with it, and though I felt the electrical current through my body like a warm buzz, I was shocked that I was still able to have full control limbs.
The Sergeant then asked the young girl a nondescript question, and when she refused to answer, he tased her hard square in the back. She yelped in pain. The Sergeant eventually stopped the electrical flow, and looking a little sheepish, told the rest of the policeman to take her away. As they took her out I said to the Sergeant “You know, I don’t think you can do that.” I wasn’t really upset with the Sergeant, I just knew that it was against protocol.
Later, back at the station, another young girl said that she had an emergency with the mythological animals in the zoo. At the same time I was explaining to the Sarge that we needed to have a more structured way of handling emergency situations – that someone needs to be in charge of interrogating, another person needs to be responsible for keeping cover, another guy has to shout the orders. The Sarge was overwhelmed at this point, and told the young zoo keeper girl to come back to him later or to figure out the problem on her own. She left in a huff and no sooner than a minute or two later, all of these exotic reptiles and mythical creatures began to enter the police station and the streets of the city – dinosaurs, griffins, the whole nine yards.
I’m playing tonight with Beast, Please Be Still at Chop Suey. Come check it out and hang out with me! It’s our cd release and we’re really excited about it!
You can buy copies tonight or get them through BeepRepaired
And you can hear tracks on our website:
http://www.beastpleasebestill.com
Might I add, we are playing with WIZARD PRISON, and YES, YOU WILL SEE A FUCKING PRISON WITH WIZARDS IN IT!
Last night I had a dream that I was in the desert with Amber, stranded in a dry sand storm with the faintest hint of a ruling castle in the distance. At some point, a dark figure approach me and there was a struggle, after which I was stabbed at the top of my left thigh, right about where my front pocket would be. As I write this I can still feel a real burning sensation in that area of my leg.
After being stabbed, Amber and I were left alone in the dunes, and huddled in a large burlap sack. I expected to die and had plans to just wait out my death. At the very last moment, I regained my will to live and I got up to start walking towards the castle, Amber following behind.
Very shortly we came across a lively modern carnival, and immediately I went to the medical facilities on the premises. I walked up to a counter and said “I’ve been stabbed”. The woman working the counter gasped a bit, and had a man take me to a back room where he inspected my wound. It was smaller than I imagined, not bleeding, though deeply infected and full of yellow chunks like couch cushion stuffing.
After I was bandaged, Amber and I walked out of the carnival, where she asked the woman guarding the entrance for a hair tie. The woman said “You’re the seventh person who’s asked for a rubber band”. The woman had her son run back into the shack and fetch one. As we walked out into the street with the crowd, I noticed rapidly generating cloud formations that were shaped like bird footprints in the sand. Then I noticed large ice crystals falling from the sky. The word “chemtrails” hushed among the crowd. I picked up one of the contaminated crystals, and saw that they weren’t just solid ice but actually small branches with barely fruited blossoms and large decorative seeds completely covered in frozen crystals.
Twice today I’ve had to solve a captcha in order to do a simple google search.
The first time I was looking for “apache confix mac os x”, and it told me that my query
” looks similar to automated requests from a computer virus or spyware application.” I was a bit baffled but I figured that my request MIGHT SOMEHOW be used for malicious reasons, so I blew it off.
But then later I was searching for Victoria Galinksy and got the same error. Now what the hell do spam bots have to do with Miss Vicky? How odd. How annoying.
