Mar01
This is not news in any way, but I just wanted to mention that I'm no longer on myspace, officially. I'd sort of like to focus my presence online, and I think by removing my MySpace (and LinkedIn, probably) profiles, I'll have a little less online baggage. These were sites that tried, and succeeded, to a certain extent, but for me, at least, they've passed their expiration dates.
Two PCW gigs tomorrow - one with Bon Jovi and one with a video production unit in LA. Fun times. Gotta keep that bandwagon going, as the MWS bandwagon is coasting to a halt. I'd like to jumpstart that one to keep it going, too, but honestly, it's been dying for a year. Lots of little things (no more invitations to NYC, the hiring of multiple overlapping consultants, etc.) have been happening, so I just need to do the best I can with what I've got and maybe that'll be enough. Maybe it won't, but I'll do what I can.
Also, I'm tired.
Feb23
As far as I can tell, Glendale, AZ is more of a strip mall than a town. I'm in a Renaissance of some sort, and man, what a disaster. I just ate a burger at Johny Rockets because every restaurant in the area is a chain, and that's where I could spend the least money. I guess I could have gone to Margaritaville. Geh.
Anyway, we're on an early call because some departments couldn't get their acts together and Jon's pissed. That's fine with me because I'll just go to bed early, then get up, load in and go see a movie. WTF. Maybe I'll also get some writing done. Or at least outlining. That's what I should do tonight, but I'm not mentally prepared tonight. I think I could settle into a routine, though, with this whole living on a bus thing. Fortunately for me, it's almost over.
I just wanted to say hi. Happy Birthday to Justin, too, whom I didn't call today. Bad cousin, me.
Feb19
 Well, here I am in the Key Arena in Seattle after spending my whole life waiting on Bon Jovi's shows to actually start. I feel, at least on some level, like the shows in Hawaii didn't exist - as if they existed in a dream world of no complexity and no very little consequence. I mean hell, there, the opening acts were contest winners. Here, it's Dashboard Confessional. I mean, that's a band I've heard of, at least. Not that I know any of their songs, but that's on me for being a lame-o and not on them for being a local "battle of the bands" winner.
So tonight is all new. It's bigger and badder than before, and there are moving screens and giant hammers (not working yet) and audience members to prove it. Besides, this arena probably holds 3x as many people as the Blaisdell. Whatever, this arena is in Seattle, and the Blasidell is in fucking Honolulu.
Otherwise, I'm on the road for the forseeable future, which is weak, but whatever. At least it means that Promptin' West is poppin' off with style. There's the very real possibility that we'll even have two jobs going on at once at the start of March, which'll be great. Anyway, more later, but I just wanted to post a picture of my face for you to laugh at (if you can see it in the dark). Also, that pic is actually 640x480, so if you right-click and choose "view image" or whatever your browser says, you'll be faced with a face that's twice as big. Eew. I wouldn't recommend that.
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Feb16
As I sit here alone at Dragonfish, a swank sushi joint across from my hotel, I wonder how i'll act on my next visit. The fact that i'm thinking about it outside of the weird, geeky confines of my "internet time" definitely means that the site has hit a nerve - I certainly never think "this will be great on Facebook" and rarely think to update my twitter profile except when i'm bored (a fact made abundantly clear by my updates, i'm sure), but this one is different. It's got human-style interaction, sort of. It's got that anonymity that brings us back to the old days of the pre-commerce web. It's got erections.
Shitloads of erections.
enough bullshit - if you don't already know what i'm talking about, you should. The site in question is ChatRoulette, and it's amazing.
The thing about ChatRoulette is that it's weird. Really weird. There are quite a few erections on it, but that's not all there is. There's an amazing variety of people on here, probably averaging 25,000 at any given time. Tonight, I've seen military guys, couples, tons of asians, groups of people sitting around, parties, lots of creepy guys (I'm probably one of those, given that I'm old and alone on here), and even a few girls. The thing about it is that you can be anyone you want (like what you told yourself before you went off to college, only in 3-second bursts) - and people really are. Apparently, a lot of them want to be watched as they jack off. How are these folks so on top of things? Like, they're just waiting for new ways to expose themselves, and get the memo before the normal people do, somehow. Anyway, it doesn't matter, because you, too, can masturbate for strangers' amusement, too. You can also practice your one-liners, your funny faces or voices, your crazy lies - whatever you want, because you can't find those people again and they can't find you. Yet. Also, you've gotta do it quick, because the denizens of CR are fucking FAST on the "Next" button.
This post has already taken three sittings and two days to complete, partially because ChatRoulette is so ineffable. The other part is because I've been at work, but that shouldn't be an excuse. Anyway, check it out.
Feb12
Gaaaah!
Thanks, Google, for providing a new and convenient way to keep people from visiting my website. I really appreciate it. I do.
I understand that ad money is why everyone wants their servers to be the only ones I visit, but fuck off - I visit because you do one thing well. You don't do everything well, or even passably. Stop being a shitty piece of Windows software from the last decade that with every release did more and more things and became my default program for everything from opening .zip files to watching porn. No. Gmail is a handy and well-coded email app. It's passable as webmail gets, and a great secondary email option. Thanks. But no, I don't want to chat on your servers. And I certainly don't want to Facebook on your servers - I barely want to Facebook on Facebook's servers. And while we're at it, I don't want to email on Facebook's servers, especially not with the shitty, slow and buggy app that they have running. I don't want to chat on *your* servers, either. Thanks. I've been IMing since before you were born, and the other guys do it better. So stop.
Anyway, I'm not going to become some annoying ad guy being all "Check out my new post!" and then posting a link on facebook, twitter, Gmail picasa, flickr and friendster about it. I'm just going to write and assume that if you want to read it, you'll come read it. Of course, maybe that's why my readership is so low. Fuck advertising.
I'm not in a bad mood - honestly. I'm in fucking Hawaii - it's impossible to be in a bad mood here. Of course, I'm also working, so maybe I *am* in a bad mood. I dunno. At least it's Friday. Not that Friday means anything in the world of rock touring, but still, it's Friday. So enjoy it.
Feb09
So tomorrow morning I leave the hotel at 6am to make an 8:15 flight. Fun times. Okay, not fun times, but at least the destination is fun times, in theory. I'm off to Hawaii for the first time. I'll take a picture or two.
TIME PASSES
Okay. I'm in Honolulu, on Oahu. Or O'Ahu. I'm backstage again, and waiting for the show to start. We've had some rehearsals, but still haven't rehearsed a whole show, and there are songs in today's playlist that we haven't rehearsed. I mean, I haven't been involved in rehearsals, anyway. They've played all these songs a million times at least, so there's that.
I wish I could say that I'm taking advantage of Honolulu's various cultural attractions, but I'm totally not. I went to bed early last night, and will probably go to bed right after the show is over tonight. I don't know why I'm still tired after 10 hours of sleep last night, but I am. It's weak. And besides, what would I do if I went out? I don't know anyone here and I'm not picking up chicks, so.... Yeah. Of course, I've written zero screenplay pages thus far on this trip, so maybe I'll try that. It's impossible to do backstage, but maybe tonight before I sleep I can get an hour in.
Okay, time for the opening act to go on. Time for me to put in the earplugs and get in the zone.
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I'll tell you where - to the void.