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5 Jan
For those of you who are not aware, it is now illegal to compose, read, or send a text message while you are driving. The fines are pretty weak if you ask me:
Drivers caught texting are now subject to a $20 fine for first-time infractions, and $50 thereafter, but local jurisdictions’ penalties, assessments and court costs “tack on probably three to five times more than that,” added CHP spokeswoman Jaime Coffee.
I was under the impression that texting fell under the umbrella of the previous law about not using your phone without a hands-free device. All this time I could have been sending my friends awesome texts about how my drive is going. Long gone are the days when your cell phone will beep and read “OMG I am stuck at a red light LOL.” That’s right, you are no longer safe to text anywhere, not even red lights. Holy fucking shit, how will we survive.
This law is not exclusive to California, but Californians have some other sweet new laws to break or live in fear of.
— AB 1165: Persons convicted of driving under the influence may not operate a vehicle with any alcohol whatsoever in their bloodstream.
— SB 1720: It will be an infraction for anyone to forge, counterfeit or falsify a “Clean Air Sticker.”
What a shame. One DUI and you are doomed to sober driving for the rest of your life. I am not sure what a “Clean Air Sticker” is, but now I kind of want to see how much money I could make forging them.
5 Jan

Legally I’m not allowed to post anything negative about President-elect Obama due to the contract I signed when I officially became part of the liberal media, but Rene just found this and it made me chuckle/die a little inside. TMZ got a hold of the Sidwell Friends School snack and lunch menu, and it seems more like a 5 star restaurant than a kid’s meal.
Back when I was in grade school, we got a hot lunch that consisted of cold, stale pizza, a bag of Doritos, freezer burnt ice cream and milk that was 3 weeks past it’s expiration date. Up until this point, I was just fine repressing those memories until I learned that on Thursday, for example, Obama’s children will be offered “Local pumpkin & sage soup, salad du jour, FFY caesar salad, BLT chopped salad, spaghetti with either meatballs or marinara sauce, roasted butternut squash and fresh organic strawberries”, while the youngins are offered “Bagels and cream cheese, all natural shepherd’s pie, garden vegetable pie, steamed brussel sprouts and fresh organic strawberries”.
Great. In other news, I’m going to be dining on a stale, moldy artichoke that I bought 3 weeks ago. Fucking recession…
5 Jan
This is what nightmares are made out of.
5 Jan
People at the Synthesis office better watch the fuck out:
‘Releasing tension through shouting and screaming is a really beneficial way to expel the negative energies caused by stress,’ said body language expert Judi James, the Big Brother psychologist.
‘When stress threatens to overwhelm you, try a short sustained burst of shouting, or alternatively, go somewhere quiet, close your eyes and take a few deep breaths to help calm you down.’
4 Jan
Just got through watching Protagonist, the altogether badass new movie from Jessica Yu, writer/director of 2004’s In the Realms of the Unreal. The film was originally supposed to be a film about Greek tragedian Euripides, but Yu instead chose to ruminate on human nature using Euripides’ Bacchae as a basis from which to explore the lives of four unrelated, yet similar, real life men. Check out the trailer above, and if you have Comcast, you can watch that shit for free right now on On Demand.
2 Jan
I’ve been asked a few time why on earth I keep posting about this dude and his former band. The truth is some form of twisted duality… To be honest, I can’t for the life of me figure out why people are intrigued with the current front-men of this severely comprised and ultimately bastardized ’scene’. To take a slight look into the past, I can say that this whole falsetto singing with the quasi-transsexual look ordeal has been done time and time again, and truth be told when Freddie Mercury (literally) and David Bowie (figuratively) died, so did that whole concept. Besides, those dudes had 2 things going for them: raw talent and no pitch correction. These two cent rip offs like Radke or the Tokio Hotel guys are blatantly going by the whole ‘Just fake it til’ you make it!’ process, which is great to make a quick buck (in which I’ll applaud them for), but kills off any chance of retaining any integrity… as if these current group of scalawags had any to begin with.
The second reason, of course, is because it keeps the fat scene girls coming back to our humble blog site, which earns me the big bucks.

Anyways, onto the meat and potatoes of these shenanigans: if you haven’t heard or have been fortunate enough to not have RSS feeds from crappy online music journals, Mr. Radke has formed a new band, entitled From Behind These Walls (as said prior, playing off of his super creativity and is passion to let everyone know he’s in jail earning ’street cred’)… I guess the U.S. Judicial system is now letting their inmates start rock bands during their 1 hour of rec time each day. They’ve apparently had some makeshift demo up for a bit, and according to everyone on the internet who’s ReAlLY kEWl!!!one!1, they’re the next Velvet Underground. Well I’m proud to announce they’ve put up a new demo, featuring none other than Ronnie Radke’s vocals. I honestly don’t know weather to take it seriously or not, because the ‘lyrics’ (and I use that term with it’s most liberal of meanings) are just laughable.
In other Radke news, his fans are doing just about the worst thing they could possibly do, which is writing into his parole board. I swear to God, I think I would actually pay money to read some of these letters, which would almost definitely read “Dear Parolez, Hai! I jest wannt’d to sez that Ronniez is a-Mazing singer, and iz SuPpr HaWT! Plz leT him Out!!! Luvz, xxPatriciaxx”.
So How many of you want Ronnie out ASAP!!????? Well we think we figured how you can help… When Ronnies parole hearing comes up, we want to be able to show them all the love and support that ronnie has.. How many fans, family, and friends that want and need Ronnie to come home.. Not only that but he does NOT deserve to be in there.. and the sooner he comes home the sooner we can start recording!!!!!
So help us out and lets work together !!!!
Here’s what we need.. We need you to write a letter to the Parole Board.. so title it “Dear Parole Board” - Regarding Ronald J. Radke 1023230
.. and then write your hearts out.. Please don’t be vulger or rude.. no cursing, or anything of that nature, just the kind of stuff you write us on here.. From the heart and meaningful.. Show these people how Ronnie has affected so many lives and why we all need him out to come back to his people and to sing again..You will be sending the letter to my girlfriend and we willl be taking that to the parole our selves to show them (and ronnie, cause he will be there) all the love and support..
Love to you all, NaStY
The only thing that can truly make this whole situation better is that some people replying to the blog are convincing each other to hand write the letters; convinced that the I’s dotted with hearts and stars and the spritz of their Hot Topic brand perfume is really going to wow over the Parole Board. I love it.
Maybe I’m just sobering up from reading a collection of speed-induced, depressive music essays written by the late Lester Bangs (check it:Mainlines, Blood Feasts and Bad Taste), but the current state of music has me a bit bummed out. Fuck it, I’m in Cabo for a few more days, I’m going to go hunt down Audrina Partridge and see if I can get lucky (i.e. roofies).
