Wow, I hadn't realized I haven't posted since last Thursday. It's probably for the best as I've been continuing along this winter-blues-kinda-path. In the past I probably would have been drinking myself silly, but I've committed myself to so many things right now I don't have the time for such nonsense.

But man, I haven't been the nicest person to be around. I just seem to be more sensitive to the conflict around me. The international & national crap, local and personal. It's all just like a big cheese grater rubbing against my nipples.

Humans are pretty funny. Of course by funny I mean really fucking stupid. We do the same stuff over and over and don't have the willpower to change. It's scarier to change than to stop your own suffering at any level. And yes, I've been trying to wrap my head around other people's viewpoints, values and priorities, but I'm just not feeling it. This sounds like I'm being narcissistic, but I don't think I am because I'm lumping myself in with the rest of y'all.

I get people having different tastes...why you listen to so-called country music is beyond me...but what the hell. And when I see our children get sucked into a consumeristic culture - I get that. I still have aspects of that, even though I'm trying to shake it. I understand the psychology around it.

But I'm having the hardest time understanding why anyone would care if two dudes got married. Or if someone wants to show a boobie on TV or talk about farts on the radio...who cares? I'm offended by mediocrity not sex. (Though I'm not offended by mediocre sex) Are people that insecure that they HAVE to have everyone be just like themselves? As long as I don't have to watch you perform dubious sex acts on Main Street, what do I care what you do with your life.

At the same time, how can people just accept and not question the load that is spewed to them on a daily basis? How many times can groups of people do the same dumb shit over and over again and yet there will always some new group that thinks it'll be different this time. This imperialistic conquering shit has never worked...never...for more than a few years, anyway. We kill in the name of peace (?), God, oil, capitalism, yet it's all been done before and never worked. Superior technology will never work against people who are desperate...Vietnam, Afganistan, Palestine, now Iraq. You will never crush groups of people who refuse to fight conventionally. Seriously, if black folks in the US ever got together and really went guerrilla on The Man, we'd all be fucked.

But it's the same thinking at local levels. Why do cities do the same shit to solve their problems when they never work. Ever. Whether it be taxes, education, homelessness, whatever. It's the same "solutions". And when some place, usually a small town or west coast city, does something innovative and progressive...and it works...people ignore it. And that solution usually works until some dumbass takes office and goes back to the old stuff. Now normally I'd start throwing out examples, but you have a million of your own. Any issue that is important to you is dealt with the same way it always has.

Now don't get me wrong. This isn't an American phenomenon. It happens all over. The civil wars in Africa, death squads in Latin America, skinheads in Europe, blah, blah, blah. Are my expectations too high? I'm really not expecting perfection...but if people are suffering, you help fix it. Or at least stop causing it for crying out loud.

And if filters down to personal stuff. I'm guilty as hell of this. There are a ton of things I beat myself up over, yet don't change. My fat ass should be at the gym more than once a week (now it's not even that), but I keep putting it off and not making it a part of my routine, even when I know I should be doing it. I've attempted to stop this endless cycle of non-starting relationships with women who are poster children for disfunctionality. Of course my solution has been to allegedly "give up", but it turns out I've just spaced them farther apart. Do as I say, not as I do.

Man, it sure is funky being a human being.

So that's where my head has been and I've had a difficult time putting this into words - and I still don't think I've fully explained this well. So, why don't I give you a few quick, non-serious things:

-I had a chance to catch a local band Pietzche Nietzches last week. Their site is agonizingly incomplete, but there's a nice bunch of mp3's there. If you're not down with their song "Fuck the Man" then you shouldn't be sniffing around this page. Their offshoot band, The Hayseeds, played a sparsely-attended fundraiser for my school board campaign. Luckily there weren't a lot of people around when the candidate was singing the chorus to Fuck the Man along with the band. Whatever. I really like the chick singer in the band...if I dig her she must be psychotic.

-Staying on music...I've noticed one of the new "it" bands is The Scissor Sisters. They've been on every late night show within the last week. Their single "Take Your Mama" is OK, but it can get really old with too much airplay. The song reminds me of mid 70's Elton John...you know...before he went diva. I will say this...The Scissor Sisters are the gayest band to come down the pike in a long, long time. Not that there's anything wrong with that. They even come with their own fag hag.

-Today we started coming up with music for a new/old Whitee song. The music to Pointdexter Booty Fest is going to be a sixties-Dylan-90's-Wilburys-minus-Jeff-Lynne's-hand-up-my-ass thing. Right now I'm learning the chord changes for verses. I'm going to have to touch up the lyrics this week as well. Update them and maybe clean it up a little...we're not doing the gangsta parody anymore so the gratuitous stuff isn't necessary. Good times.

-Well, we can put that new guitar on hold...I did a quick run on my taxes...unless something changes I'm actually going to owe two thousand bucks. Well, as long as our rich folks don't have to pay as much I guess I can sleep at night. Now, I don't have two grand, so I may be turning tricks at the bus station from now until April 15th. A friend's going to hook me up with his accountant...we'll see what he can do. If I can just break even...

As the Robert Bradley song fades out, I'll bid you adieu...