yeah? well fuck you too!

the thing is my favorite horror movie. it's simply the best. best story, direction, acting, special effects and setting. even the dopey score by john carpenter is awesome. it's definitely in my top 5 as far as movies go. i'm dumb and depressed today. there was no snow. it's snowing everywhere in kansas and missouri except for kansas city. that's sorta funny. clare will be in town this weekend. that'll be fun. k, well...gotta go pick up my van now. my brother 'fixed' the ignition. apparently it's held together with tape and glue so i think i have to start it with a toothpick now. GAME OVER MAN.

matt damon

alright, i got a little goof troop yesterday but that's how i run shit around here. you never know what's gonna happen at blood pile!

i'm happier than i've been in years so fuck off.

google image result for 'pain':



searches for 'dump' and 'load' were inconclusive.

the longer my hair gets, the more i have to fight the temptation to cut it. it's starting to get all up in my eyes. when i take a shower? forget about it...i come out of there looking like cousin it. it's really easy to dry my hair though, all i have to do is put on that new saviours record. 2 tracks and 500 headbangs later and i'm still keepin' it tight.

google image result for 'goro':


i saw blade runner last night for the first time. i sort of wish harrison ford got to be more of a badass (e.g. the fugitive ford, not the "I JUST WANT MY FAMILY BACK!" ford). i kinda fell asleep at one point and felt bad later because the end was pretty awesome even though i kinda lost track of what was actually happening.

google image result for 'gene shallot':

^that one's from probush.com

still broke and vanless but trudging on nonetheless. it's supposed to snow 3-5 inches in k.c. tomorrow. sort of a bummer. we'll still have practice regardless and all freeze our asses off all night. it's just that fun! there's still snow on the ground right now from yesterday. chicagoans, remember- staying in with a nice warm bottle of whiskey is always, ALWAYS better than ANYTHING you could be doing outside during january. just hibernate.

google image result for "rundown hobo gnaws rabbit leg":


i'm in the lead on ebay for this kramer guitar:
nothin' fancy, but i don't want anything fancy. i want my first "metal" guitar to be sorta punk rock too. that's why the strat body does nicely with that thrashin'-ass headstock. i love discontiued guitars from the 80's that probably sound like shit. what can i say.

time for lunch!

p.s.- if you're ever bored just search for 'fat guy' on google.

balls to the wall

i wish i was blind so EVERYONE WOULD GET OUT OF MY SIGHT.
the van was recovered. all my stuff's gone. at least this is the worst thing that's happened to me since i've moved back to k.c. that and that other thing.

alright- look, personal stuff aside, i really feel like there's an important issue to be discussed here. it's 2008 people, we're here- IT'S ACTUALLY HAPPENING. it's time we used these modern internets to discuss some real issues. for instance- i am really concerned about pat sayjack. you know- the wheel guy. you might even say he's the wheel deal. one of america's (and yes, indeed-the world's) most beloved entertainers seems to suffer from dick's clark disease. you know, the one where you don't age. i think ol' paddie mcsayjack may have even slipped his disease inside of vanna WHITE too because she also looks the same. as before. you know...from then.

i'm only 23 and i look radically different than i did at 5. like, totally. if i saw some of my homies from back in the pre-k daze i doubt they'd even recognize me. but hey, that's real. that's the streets. that's how it is rolled. we were pretty wild back then though. we huffed so much play-doe i can't believe i'm even sitting here typing right now. lil' cyrus and i could put at least 5 cases of that shit away DAILY. you may be saying "how the hell could 5 year olds huff play-doe and WHY?! and wait...huffing play-doe? what- do you like heat it up or something?" man, if you have to ask you've obviously never had a ride on the cosmic wave that is PD.

alright alright alright. we have a lot of fun here at blood pile. and by 'we' i mean me.

broke

saving money is hard. especially when you don't have any. i did buy a fancy madison 4 12 cab that i could not afford at all! i don't mind being broke for that. i find myself wanting a lot of things. really, only one more thing- a new guitar. i want to buy a jackson or a kramer. i would love to find some crazy neon thrasher kramer guitar from the 80's. i'd even do stripes. i don't care. that's how in to cheesey guitars i am.

i'm not broke enough to miss THE FLOOD and Brutal Fucking Midget Circus at the haunted kitchen tonight. it's gonna be fucking freezing but whatever. gotta go!

i recognize that name

[editor's note: in the wake of heath ledger's suicide and the ensuing paparazzi craziness, i have decided to join in. I have inserted random, mostly false facts about celebrities sporadically throughout my post in an effort to raise awareness to people who google actors names that actors are douchebags.]

first off- bobcat goldthwait and dear abby mexican knife-fighting need to get out of my dreams and into my car.
glad we got that out of the way. ted danson melts to death in meth lab explosion, revealing actual identity as terminator. my back pain has returned in half force. i'm in the vicious cycle of winter where all i want to do is stay in my house when i'm not at work because it's freezing. i heard gilbert gottfried was disovered getting a hand j from an ethiopian boys' soccer team. on x.
i'm hoping to get my van back today. it's almost been a week. THESE FUCKERS ARE RUNNIN' ME DRY, MAN! - the last words of actor dennis hopper, who died from a self-inflicted shotgun blast to the chin while driving his already-flaming lamborghini into a walmart this monday. even if the van isn't fucked i'm sure i need a new vehicle soon. i'm thinking about a truck. i am not thinking about a jeep because fuck those things.

sorry to cut this short, guys, but i have to do stuff. kevin bacon arrives at LA county hospital with forrest whitaker's head completely shoved up his ass. haley joel osment, a fellow scientologist and close friend to the couple declined to comment.

why don't you write me a song about why the hell i'd wanna do that?

well, they found the van over the weekend. it was taken from my house into KCK and discovered about a mile or two from where i work. i still couldn't get it back today because they threw the title out the window when they stole it, so we've gotta get one of those. i didn't see the inside but the steering column is definitely broken and the seats were taken from the back. jeez. this sucks. fucking haters.

bastard from a basket

saw THERE WILL BE BLOOD last night. wow. brutal fucking movie- and not in the way you would think either. daniel day-louis has fucking outdone himself again. this time he's playing THE DEVIL in the form of an insane oil tycoon around the turn of the 20th century. if you thought he was evil at all in gangs of new york then prepare for a NEW kind of evil. this one's kinda funny too. anyway, i liked it. be wary though, it's 3 hours long.

-only 3 people will care about this...
Chas sent me a text at 5:45 this morning about this band...
Thank God
it's the bassist, guitarist, and drummer from guyana punch line, one of the best bands ever. what's funny is the singer sounds like chris bickell when he was in in/humanity, only there's not 900 tracks of him- ALL WITH 80 YEARS OF REVERB. there's horns too. it's interesting. i feel like this could have come out in 2001. actually...this shit is awesome. i've just decided.

tonight there's a going away party for joelle at thraklizard's. you should be there. i'm going to be very, very, very drunk.

corpse load

my van was stolen from outside of my house last night. totally bummed. it happened some time between when i went to sleep at midnight and when i woke up at 8:30. there was nothing of value in it really- my pipe, some pictures from my graduation, a bottle of "clancy's" wine, etc. at least none of my gear was in there. the police say they have a 50/50 chance of getting it back. great. john's dad said someone probably just wanted a ride home because it was cold. could very well be the case.

so...fuck that.

on the bright side, i booked my trip to spain. i'll be there april 6th-22nd. i wish it was tomorrow because i could use a vacation IMMEDIATELY.

well, i guess i should thank my stars and bars that i even had a vehicle for as long as i did. v
later guys

black diamond

i don't care if i die from old age, no matter what i want all of my skin taken off my skull and i want it covered in diamonds. how wicked would it be to come to my open-casket funeral and see me in a tuxedo with a DIAMOND SKULL? immensely wicked is the answer.

it was perry's 23rd last night. we went to chez charlies and had a good time. why does that jackass always get the good birthdays?

we went to this dumb bar the night before last called "one eighty" in westport. i remember spending a lot of time trying to listen to my friends over the awful house music that was blasting and then scanning the room to try and figure out WHAT KIND OF PERSON would ever visit this den of shit. all these people were my age or younger. where do you come from?!?! anyway, there was this dumb broad with a camera that kept taking pictures for us and giving us fliers for thenightsite.com

you can't see anything, but that's matt judge's back on the right and maybe jenny on the left and then there's chris with the scarf and the rest is just...terrible.

lauren just informed me that BRAD RENFRO is DEAD! the star of the client and happy campers?! at 25?! well, i guess my life-plan (or should i say my death-plan) has finally been realized. i've always known in my heart that brad renfro was the second coming of christ but had not TRULY understood until hearing this news. brad renfro, crucified on a cross of wine coolers and pain killers, WILL RISE AGAIN! i think we would all do well to follow the ways of renfro. quick-everyone quit your jobs and schools and start a shitty movie career!! then stop giving a fuck about anything and become the jaded hollywood tool you were meant to be. then die in your house. i think i used to think this kid was cool because he was in the client. i would always read my mom's crappy grishams when i was younger.

i'm gonna go, everyone have good days!

bloomin' funyans

sometimes i get really pissed off and then remember that life is a joke. that sums up today, pretty much.

we're moving our practice space to storage mart feb. 15th because the anchor is opening back up. this is sort of a good/bad thing. i think the goods outweigh the bads, though. for one, storage mart is climate controlled (no more frozen fingers!), close to the tuley hut, and eric's dumb rock n' roll band (the black tarantulas) won't practice in our space anymore. nice band name. show me a red tarantula and maybe we can talk. in the mean time, stop sleeping where you can't sleep and stop having bounty hunters show up looking for you when we're practicing! sorry, it just sucks. but that shit's almost over.

i got a new t.v. /t.v. cabinet from my work. it's baller-esque but still not as fly as zaylor's GIGANTIC big screen over at chris/lisa's. watching american gladiators on that t.v. is just as good as the best blow j you've ever given/received.

i miss everybody. come back home!

fuck your son, i hope he fucking dies!!!

dudes, have you seen dystopia's new look? it's so sick...

also, check out the new serpentor:

chainsaw death!

man, chainsaws are brutal.


check out this lame band's demo cd. nice slanted plant-esque font, guys. i'll run up to orange julius and grab a demo from you later. right on, brah.

also, internecion?
\In`ter*ne"cion\, n. [L. internecio.] Mutual slaughter or destruction; massacre. [Obs.] --Sir M. Hale.

2 Georgia Men Survive Suicide Attempt After Cutting Own Arms Off With Saw

Friday, March 09, 2007

ATLANTA — Two Georgia men survived a gruesome suicide attempt Friday after cutting their own arms off with a saw, reported Atlanta's Journal Constitution.

The 40 and 41-year-old men managed to remove three of their four arms, cutting them about six inches above their wrists, Atlanta Police Major Lane Hagin told the Journal.

The men left a suicide note with the manager of their apartment building saying they were killing themselves because they were recently diagnosed with HIV and their business had failed, according to police.

The men are in stable condition at a local hospital and will undergo psychiatric tests, a police spokesman said.


sweet.

wang slicer

i really feel like things are coming along quite nicely here at blood pile. i'm at work right now. not much to say i guess. last night i hung out with THE PUNX who recently returned from tour. hilarious stories of their debauchery were abound! also, that kicks ass.

i've locked my keys in my car twice in the past TWO days. once while it was running. good job, guy.

in other news, some identical twins who were separated at birth found each other, got married, and THEN figured out they were siblings! WHAT IN THE WORLD?! how do you fuck yourself forever and not notice?! IDENTICAL. "damn, that chick's got it goin on. oh wait, this is a mirror. fuck. hey- now, that chick's got it goin on'..." it's your sister, dude. if you had known her as a child she probably would have kicked you in the nuts.

my sister and i went down to 18th and vine with my dad last night to watch this guy play piano at the musician's mutual fund. he had a bass player with him who was the best stand-up player i've ever SEEN. the piano player had a nat king cole thing goin' on. smooth as baby nuts. the quiet, relaxed atmosphere was not helped at all by my 71-year-old father screaming at us, "HE'S PRETTY GOOD AT PIANO!!" the guy was like, literally 5 feet from us.

no idea what's goin' on tonight but i'll probably be sippin' whiskey somewheres and singin' the freedom song. it doesn't matter what you do to me.

tattered minion

made a few changes! more shit to come as it hits the fan.

get on the snake

don't you guys just love my 'minimalist' blog design? yeah, i actually flew ty pennington in to do it. no big deal. took him like 3 days but whatever. nothin' to write home about. he totally broke a nail whilst inputting all of the incredibly complex html code that goes into making the BLOOD PILE that america has come to love and rexpect (that's respect and expect as one, buddy). but whatever. not a big deal.

in case you were wondering, 'blood pile' is the name of a song by my new band, SERPENTOR. or as jerk calls us, sir lord pentor. we will be recording and playing shows by next month!

i'm going to spain in april.
i have to go to work!
see ya in hell!