Tuesday, June 17, 2008


Prepare to be Schwimmer'd!

Great Internet Fuckwad Theory

I think it applies here

Normal Person + Anonymity = Total Fuckwad


Ego Maniac + Thousands of willing servants =
Shame, humiliation, and Akon fireman tossing your ass off a stage

More great rock & roll tantrums inspired by Josh Homme's freakout on that "dickless turd". I don't really think its the crowd's fault if a festival books Nickelback. Best Nickelback concert ever? Enjoy.

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Death of Spokanicity

[15:26] Paul: is spokanicity dead?
[15:30] Rachel: i don't know
[15:30] Rachel: since tooley can't come [...] and becca is out of town, i guess so


[15:40] Paul: since we can't do it in the chatroom...
[15:40] Rachel Wilson: oh we can do it in the chatroom
[15:40] Paul: it might be too hard to do it in the chatroom these days
[15:41] Rachel: it'd be a tad uncomfortable
[15:41] Paul: really, what's the point if tooley can't come?
[15:41] Rachel: true

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Domesticity: Drilling Rods

Yesterday I opened my apartment door to Becca holding up a drill, pressing the trigger intermittently to make that whirring drill noise. Aha! Finally time to put up my curtain rod.

It turned into a comedy of errors, as it seemingly always does when Becca and I try to do something domestic (see: moving/carrying heavy things in general, cooking pancakes, taking apart a desk, putting snow chains on tires, etc.). Cut to a scene of: me on a chair, with Becca holding up the bracket, trying to drill in a screw while nearly falling out the screen-less window to my death.

WHY were my walls SO HARD to drill into? I must've had like concrete walls or something!

Upon closer examination: the drill was turning the wrong direction. You know, the UN-screwing direction. So, switched 'er up, and began the process over again, with much more success. Until the drill started whirring slower... and slower... and died. Then we examined the battery pack trying to figure out how to plug it into the wall to re-charge it. But wait! You actually had to have an additional part to charge the battery, so Becca and I began the three-block trek back to her apartment (while a thunderstorm raged overhead, but that's beside the point).

And then I decided, screw it, and watched the Top Chef finale and drank some wine.

But when I got home after 11, even though I'm low on sleep and was sort of tipsy and really should've gone to bed, I decided I really wanted to get that goddamn curtain rod up. Me, standing on furniture, a little bit wine-buzzed, brandishing a drill... yeah. Not a good idea. But at least I have pretty windows now!

a Paulism?

Paul (12:15:21 PM): I LIKE BEAVERS!

Other Account

Could whoever has the power add my gmail account as an author. I'm tired of signing in and out to add stuff. THANKS!!!!!!!?!!!!!!!!!???!!!!!!!!!!!!......


sorry, my account is


Wednesday, June 11, 2008

I needed some motivation to work today.

Have you ever been high as fuck?

Last night, Trevor, Steve, Tooley and I were hanging out at the Bulldog for dollar cans night, when who should appear but Guy I Randomly Met at the Bulldog and Have Been Avoiding, Anthony. Anthony offered to smoke us out in the back, so off we (Trevor and I obviously, not S&T) went. We split an average-sized bowl three ways....

...and I have never been higher in my life. Ever. And I have gotten lost in my own green room. Anthony split shortly thereafter, possibly in concjunction with me explaining loudly to Tooley that I wasn't going to sleep with him. (Subtle Mary was out in full force. Not.) S&T wandered off as our powers of communication diminished, but not before I'd attempted to sing Tooley the Have You Ever Been High as Fuck song. I failed. But here it is, Tooley, as promised:


Joos finally found us sitting outside the Bulldog trying to figure out how to walk and took us home, like a savior, coming out of the night with a halo of glory around his Basque head. Or so it appeared to us.

We were then innocently eating a box of stale Safeway cookies when who should descend upon us but Spenser, the Karl of Piraeus. In my weakened state, I still managed to drag myself upstairs to hide. Trevor couldn't move and had to listen to him until like 1:30 when he mustered the energy to escape.

Monday, June 9, 2008

$199 iPhone

Apple just announced there new iPhone 3G. There's an 8 GB version for $199 and a 16 GB version for $299. $199 sounds like a pretty fair price. You get GPS and access to the app store. I would definitely consider getting one when I upgrade my phone, even though you have sign up with AT&T. I don't much care for Verizon anway.

Sidenote, does anybody else use google reader. I just discovered it and think it's pretty cool. Saves me a lot of time checking websites.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

So, Tyson chickens have avian flu. Scary. And tomatoes have salmonella right now. Talk about hell in a hand basket.

I miss summertime in the 509 :( I just wanted to drop a line and say that I hope you guys are having a blast while not forgetting about me!

AND COME VISIT! I will take you hiking or biking or rafting or flyfishing or all of the above. And obviously get you drunk as a skunk.

Records are coming back

And it's all thanks to Matt & Tooley.

Fred Meyer is going to start selling records again to "boost sales."

But now that a big-dog department store/supermarket chain like Fred Meyer is stocking the left-for-dead LP, it appears that a bona fide resurrection is underway.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Kurt Kobane has been kidnapped!

Well, his ashes were stolen.

The music world was In Bloom-in' shock last night after hearing that the ashes of grunge god KURT COBAIN have been PINCHED!

I can also reveal that the wife of the NIRVANA legend, COURTNEY LOVE, is said to be "suicidal" after finding Kurt's remains missing from her Hollywood home.

She had kept the singer's ashes in a pink teddy-bear-shaped bag along with a lock of his hair.

But a couple of weeks ago, she was horrified to discover them gone, along with thousands of pounds worth of clothes and jewellery.

Sunday, June 1, 2008


Yeah, I really don't like doing fund raising and yet here I'm asking if any of you loyal readers and editors would be able to donate some money for my hike to dis-o. It doesn't have to be big but any amount would help.

Here's a longer description of the fundraiser.

And because my bed, books, and dresser are still in Spokane, that means I'll be back in late August to bring them back to Portland (anyone interested in a moving road trip?).