As many of you know, or more properly put; many of you have openly bashed me for my recent purchase of a MANgenta Razor phone. Well, let me tell you sticks and stones may break my bones, but gay jokes will never hurt me. I've also caught flack from many of you for my ringtone of choice - Ghostface Killah's "Be Easy". You folks are haters, but let me side with you for a quick moment. Let's forget the fact that I'm a total herb and my consumer choices would have you believe I'm one of two stereotypes: 1. A flaming homosexual who is overly fond of pop culture, 2. A suburban jock big enough to protect himself who wears a lot of cammo and cocks his hat. Well, I'm neither. I'm a chubby, spiteful man who loves women, hates cammo and rarely wears a hat, (but that's because my head is so fat). But I do love sports - so go figure. Anyway, the point is that my new phone is a piece of shit. I didn't heed the warnings of my heeb roommate who is Johnny-phones-alot. I didn't take the advice of my coworker Boots/Doom who informed me of the short battery life. And I didn't take my own advice of trying to not look like such a douchebag. Moral of the story is, and well, this doesn't make much sense - make sure to plug your new phone charger in where the old one resided. Otherwise you'll forget it twice a week and no one will be able to contact you.

If you're still reading, I'm sorry for wasting your time.

Ok, my second thought of today is where are all the fucking barbeques? Seriously! We've had some nice weather and I've yet to fuck around on anyone's grill. Karl? Jeff? Yaps? Ok, Yaps is excused because last Sunday I got a message that said something to the effect of, "Belin, get your ass over here. We put a dance floor in the backyard and we are doing some barbequing." You know what I did? Yes, for those of you who guessed, I stayed in and did work until Kyle, Buildit, Dee and I went to get giant margaritas before we were joined by Nic(holas) and Shannon for the shows. So yeah, that miss was my fault, but the rest I'm blaming on you folks. Where are my BBQ invites. I will beg because, well, actually, at this point in my life I've resigned to the fact that begging is the only way I'll get... wait, enough.

Third thought of the day comes in the form of two quick parts. Number one being the number of bands that have reached out to me lately. You guys are tops. Especially the bands that don't suck. Have you guys heard of Myspace? It's like this totally untapped marketing and publicity resource. Yes, I'm being a dick, but a couple of bands that hit me over the last week really turned my head. What are their names? Oh, I'm not going to tell you because they would just get blown up and I'm doing A&R now. Well, actually I'm not, but blog rock is so last year. Jeff (CV) and a couple other blogs seemed to hit on it. Why is there always one name on every blog? It gets a bit tiresome, but I still love reading some blogs. Music is fucking done. Yeah, you heard it hear. Let me rephrase. Music is the new cocaine. Now that everyone is doing it, its kind of lost its lure, but every once and awhile its fun to revisit. Ok, don't worry, I'm not going to be an asshole forever. Give me a couple of weeks to shake the disease

Oh, so the reason I wanted to write this post is because I saw Brian Jonestown Massacre last night. Yes, the performance went without major incident which is awesome because they sounded fucking great. Not being a huge fan, I paid more attention to Rory who was tossed rather than the shirtless Anton and the tambourine wielding Joel who rocked some killer side chops. Maybe the days of dysfunction are over, but then again, I didn't stay until the end of the show.

My underlying point is today is Thursday. I want to make this weekend awesome. Who is coming with me - to Chilis on Sunday?