The Official Hog Blog
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Hunter S Thompson is dead.
He shot himself, and I havent heard any evidence that says he wasn't shot by someone else, so I'll believe the suicide. despite the lack of a suicide note. You'd think that a man as willing to tell the world to fuck off would give it one last go before he pulled the trigger, hmm?
Who would want the man dead?
There are conspiracy therorists that believe he was targeted by the CIA. [conpiracyplanet, rumor mills]
"Did you see Bush on TV, trying to debate? Jesus, he talked like a donkey with no brains at all," Thompson wrote for a Rolling Stone article about Bush's race for the white house way back in October, "It was pitiful. . . . I almost felt sorry for him, until I heard someone call him "Mister President," and then I felt ashamed.
As it reads on, the article becomes way more jagged and biased against the president.
Makes me wonder.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Paris Hilton was hacked and here are some of her phone pictures
what a ditz.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
It never ceases to amaze me. The incredible technology we have access to in the modern age astounds me. Really, I know that it sounds trite and who cares anyways? Dig, tho.
I awoke, drank coffee, and begin my daily routine of reading news at Reuters, Sfgate, and Drudgereport. I check blogs from folks like TonyPierce, Ken Layne, EyeControl and The Bossman Cometh. Somehow I stumble onto Salon, a good website for "less mainstream" news. There is a section on Salon for free downloads selected by their music guy, ("Audiofile" is the section's name) and I start downloading some tunes to my computer. FREE! I got me some Mississippi John Hurt, and the Iron & Wine song done by the Postal Service.
The reviewer writes why he likes this song verses another, or explains why you need to listen to a certain song from Dios on a snowy day.
I like his descriptive snippets, so I send him an e-mail asking if he'd accept a music submission should I send it.
I'll write to music reviewers every now and again, some respond, some don't. Mainly, its a way to get something, hell ANYTHING, nice to be said about my band. Usually, reviwers throw the comped cd's out, or maybe they sell them at Amoeba. Rarely do they respond, unless they write something somewhere....
but this guy wrote me back in less than 2 minutes.
weird, right?
I thought so.
should I be suspicious?
Nonetheless, it wouldn't have gone down, had we not these powerful computers today.
trippy? or did I smoke too much grass this morning and am stunned by such mediocrity?
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Every morning around this time, I have a cup of coffee and listen to the NPR news. I don't really listen to the news. It is on like the television's channel three in the eighties: white noise. News bytes hit me lightly and bounce off so I don't worry too much about it. I read a few blogs and look up music online. mostly, I'm trying to get my eyes to open.
My neighbor has a different routine. I'm not sure what is going on for him, but it sounds like someone has wrangled a wolverine and is choking it.
"CHLAUCHK-COugh-KLACCKCHTKEW"
what the frank is going on out there? I wonder.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
I'll tell you what...
I'm waiting for the rapture to come on and we are lifted up to the heavens on a big shiny craft. I'll bring the cheesy poofs and my wet suit for emergencies. you know...
in case I shit m'self.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Punxsatawney Phil has seen his shadow and we are in for an extension of this already brutal wintry weather.
Luckily, in San Francisco, it is a beautiful sunny morning with a cool breeze coming in off the bay.
