I know that DangerBoy brought it up, but I have to add my two cents on the iTunes podcast fun. While I haven't gotten way into podcasts (which is kinda like listening to yesterday's talk radio today in my humble yet loveable opinion) iTunes finally has gotten iTunes to have some podcast support... But a note to Apple. DONT PUT PODCASTS ON YOUR LIST THAT DON'T WORK! Friggin idiots! Out of the 3 that I picked only one actually was available. Nice Work!

On another note is anyone else following the story about the Corp for Public Broadcasting? Turns out the new chairmen Kenneth Y. Tomlinson (a documented conservative) decided to hire an auditor to write down if he thought the programming on NPR and PBS were in fact too Liberal! Well it turns out the auditor was a conservative to begin with, and he pretty much said anyone was Liberal if they went against the President's plans on the war etc... Basically they are playing this game because the goverment gives monies to the Corp for Public Broadcasting for use in keeping NPR and PBS running, and I'm willing to bet there was a little birdy that told Mister Tomlinson that the President didn't like the Hippy Liberal's on his international news broadcasts. *sigh* I can't wait to get this idiot and his old boy's club outta the whitehouse, I'm glad the bullshite excuse of "not changing a horse mid-stream" will work this next time since the monkey won't be able to run again.

Wow, Bush just doesn't get it does he? The American public is starting to turn on you boss, maybe not lying would be a good place to start, huh? Don't keep on trying to give us this bullshite line about 9/11 and your puppet masters vendetta against Sadam had something to do with one another. It makes me crazy to think people buy this crap. Was Sadam a bad guy? YES! Did he need a swift kick to the ass? YES! Did he have anything to do with 9/11? NO! Did they have W.M.Ds? NO! Did the current President and his cabinet LIE to the American Public? YES and guess what... our very own government has proven it, and yet somehow even when caught red handed we still get lies? Obviously I'm not a big fan of the war, nor am I a big fan of this President, but I tell you one thing I agree with, this Monday fly your flag's for the men and women out there fighting this war for us. And believe me, some of them I've talked to don't want to be there either and are tired of the lies.

Journey to Punk Pt. II

So Angie and I became "friends" (oddly this happened quite often in my younger years... aww who am I kidding, it still happens). We hung out all all year, and it just so happens that I lived within walking (ie.. skating) distance from her. My freshmen year in highschool we would often hang out together, roam around the neighborhood and effectively try and discover the meaning of life in those suburbia streets, often times finding ourselves stretched out on the middle of the road staring up at the night sky just "being". Now looking back I have to laugh at the fact that she was probably still dosed and if a car came flying around the corner I might have had a chance to get away, but she would most likely of become and organic speedbump to some rich kid's camero. Somehow around this time period the idea of "Life is Like" came to be, where you would sit and come up with some random idea of an object that life was like. Here is an example.

Like if like a cigerette, when you first light up it seems like it will last forever, but slowly over time the life is sucked out of you and you are crushed out and left for the trash.

Well you get the point, they almost always ended up dark and brooding and usually making us all laugh. I remember a guy named Corey Franklin was the best at it, his shy quiet demenor and voice to match would polish us all off when he started into the Life is Like, and I think he had some long drawn out story about how dandilion's are aliens, and the bubble ships were coming to take him away. Corey died in a car wreck a year or so later, I often wonder if his heaven has bubble ships in it.

I am all kinds of worn out, moving is a pain in the ass... I highly recommend the slash and burn way of handling all the crap you collect. Just toss it, sell it (and make others move it), or just leave it. Nothing good can come from haul crap everywhere, just start new and since I have done this a couple of times in my life I speak from experience.

On the bright side I'm moved, so all you peoples in the Northland your in for it!

Journey to Punk Pt. I 1983.

So the first time I can remember finding the "punk" subculture was when I was 12 at Pershing Junior High, I wasn't popular but I wasn't picked on, I was kind of outside of the jocks, not quite a geek (even though I had those tendencies) and got along with just anyone from any of the cliques, it was 1983, 8th Grade. There was a guy who lived a couple of houses down from me, Shaun ... I don't remember his last name, he was a Prep type, a couple of years older than me, but for some reason he and I would "hang out". He had the Sex Pistol's Nevermind the Bullocks album. I remember hearing that and being completely taken off guard, it blew away anything I had ever heard, mind you at that time in South Western Missouri there was one Rock station in town, Rock 99, and being about as far away from the last clinging on 70's RAWK bands like "Kansas" and "Three Dog Night", I mean come on, Toto was the record of the year (but I secretly have Rosanna on my iPod at this very moment) The Pistols made me feel like I was on fire... something way off from what everyone else was listening too. And as many others will admit to now, the reason many people go into territories they wouldn't have normally, there was a girl, Angie, she used to raid her mothers cabinets and dose out in Math class on whatever she had scammed. I was crushing hard on her, the big ass'd hair, slightly Madonna with a twist of Depeche Mode, the bright red lipstick and those black stirrup pants... I followed her around like a sick puppy that entire year, the year I started smoking, drank my first real amount, and started getting into bands like Killing Joke, the Pistol's, the Clash, the Ramones... it was all new and exciting.

Awww the wonderful world of Nebraska Furniture Mart, yes one of the handful of things that makes living in the midwest livable. My new washer and dryer are going to arrive at the new place of RiotGeekieness Sunday Sunday Sunday (as read by the guy who does the Monster Truck commercials)... which I'm very pleased about just for the simple fact that I won't have to go and do my clothes in a stinky laundr-oh-mat with all the other freaky people. I can do my intimates in my own surroundings without the worry of someone peeking at the things only seen in private! Bwahahahahaha!

So I didn't get all of my office packed, but I'm a damn site closer. The funny part is I was thinking about it last night and since the kitchen in mostly done the office is like the last bastion of nasty in the place, atleast as far as soo damned much stuff you don't really know what to do with it. So back to the wonderful world of packing it is for me, it's getting to the point that it is torture to deal with, and I know Friday will be a evening of just tossing stuff into boxes labeling them with "Misc Shit" and calling it good. But such is the life of a Slacker-Wookie that has way too much crap.

Best Sign Post Ever!




So here I sit, waiting to get the inspiration to pack more... yes more. My goal of the nite (because I know my little droogies are interested) the Office! Yes everything in the office, get the office down to nothing but the bare essentials tonite... and now that it has been posted it shall be done.

Okay so here I am in the midwest, the place where among other things racing car's around an oval track is king. Which I have yet to understand as being a really exciting "sport". Now I can't argue that the people who drive these car's are amazing, I mean when was the last time you tried driving in a pack of auto's at 200+ MPH just inches from the car in front of you? I can't argue that there is a ton of talent that drives these beasty autos...

What I am going to argue is the fan's, the "NASCAR Dad's" out there. You take any one of these fan's, add one more brain-cell and they could "Bark" and I'm even sketchy on saying that because my dog is pretty damned crafty. Seriously, these are the people that breed for a living, the people who yell "Buy M'erikan!" at those of us who are tooling around in their Honda's saving gas for them to use in their monster trucks, ATV's, and bass boats. The dew-ragged mullet wafting in the breeze and mouths hanging wide open much like the "Big Ole Bass" they so long to catch one of these weekends out on the lake. All the while their brain cells are sparking, with the reminder that their lifetime membership to the state militia card buring a hole in their empty wallet entitles them to a discount at the Sizzler. Folks we need to realize that these are the people who run our country, not the people on the coasts. The stereo-type of a person from California out here hasn't changed in many decades, and you know why? Because you Cali folks give them no reason too, Arnold? Arnold? While I agree it might be a step up from Gray Davis, still... it's F'n Arnold! And Mike Jackson? This guy is about as guilty as OJ and yet you all can't get that right? Radio stations out here are doing nothing but making fun of you all, and please you dumb schmoe that is the self professed Biggest fan of M.J. don't go on the radio again, your insane logic of "Michael isn't guilty because he is a Great Person" doesn't hold up buddy, time for you to go back to work at Jack in the Box. I got in an debate with someone at work about politics (I know bad topic) but he jumped on me thinking I was some soy eating yoga master from hippy land, and while I do like vanilla soy on my Capt Crunch I'm about as far away from Yoga, and Hippy as one can be. Why did he think this of me? Well I'm from Los Angeles of course! WTF?!?!? This isn't a world for people who want to push the boundries, it's a world filled with one giant oval track and a hell of a lot of left turns... over and over and over again. The more the coasts try and change the world the more these people push back on the devil hippy leftist ideals coming in to take away their family morals. The only way to stop this is by having a giant wreck... which is the only part of NASCAR I like anyways.

Does anyone really understand how cathardic this blogging thing is? I'm sitting here talking shite about people in my life (or once was in my life) and giggling like a little school girl the entire time. I know that for quite awhile I have been silent and politically correct on here, but you know what I say about that? Screw You! (ooohhhh... harsh words sitting behind the keyboard there R.G.) Well as some of you know I'm moving to a new place and with this new place I'm going to be a new person, brand spanking new! Well at least here in my home on the interwebthingy that is.

Awhile back I started a new blog called GrumbleSmurf a a good friend knew about it, she told me that the real R.G. came out on there and it has me thinking. Why do I hide on RiotGeek? Why do I try and be "nice" about things? I mean what the hell am I thinking? We all know that I'm not that way normally, I'm not even this nice at work where they (that is the big "they") can make my life hell, kick me to the curb and take away those spankingly nice paychecks. So why am I nice on here?

I know I'm not that political, I actually make an effort not to be, because most of the people that are way into that stuff are not people I want to be around. It's either one extreme where I choose to not recycle every god damned thing, I eat meat, and the smell of patchouli makes me wanna vomit then kick you into it... or the other end, which no I'm not going to bow down to you because you have a tie on, no I don't think war is the end all be all answer to anything, and no I don't think your stance on abortion is "saving a life" because in a lot of cases it is saving a child a life of poverty and pain... fuckers.

Now... on this note, I'm going to actually start writing posts as they come to me and post them when I get the chance, so if I offend anyone I'm not really going to be sorry, I'm probably laughing while I write it, so while your over there steaming and want to write some shitty comment I say go for it! And use as many big words as you can because it makes you seem smarter on the inter-web-thingy.

Okay so one email later and SillyEx has decided to try and make me feel small, well I know better. I just want me stuff back that's all, in all seriousness I certainly hope she finds what she has been looking for, I'm sure looking for myself and damn straight I'm being selfish, everyone has the right too, so I'm gonna do it, no talking me out of it. But I hope that after this month I can put this thing to rest and go about my day's knowing that I have the power tools to back me up!

In just incase I don't post anything over the weekend, Happy Dad's day to all you Dad's ! And to my Dad... your getting a call because I'm a slacking little kid that has too much packing to do to head down and see you this weekend. Have one of your overcooked meats offa that grill for me will ya!

So here I sit, when I should be packing...

You know packing up your home for the last year and a half is odd, I have shite that I don't even think a bum on the street could use to score some weed or a 40 at the local grab and go with. Why?!?!?! I have stuff upon stuff upon stuff... all I have to say is that I'm getting a bigger place, so effectively it means more space for more useless stuff! Go Me!

SillyEx still has some of my shite that I have asked to set up a time to come pick up and she either won't return my emails, or say's something like "WTF R You On Crack?! Why You Talk'n To me! Phuk head! Your Satan, you left me! I hate you!!" to which I respond with, "yes.. you are right about the crack part, the other stuff oh former soulmate bot is really incorrect, you drug me out here to the mid-west under the guise of "love" and then stabbed me in the back with CancerLad, now can I have my bass rig back?"... I'll never understand you, for that matter I don't want too... I just want my cordless drill / sawzall / radial saw back puh-leeeeeaze, I got some shite to cut into pieces.

All this and Tattoo Girl hasn't returned my Johnny the Homicidal Maniac comic's I graciously introduced her too a long time ago. (picture a steely eye'd gaze in her direction for not calling me back after calling her...) Someday Tattoo Girl.... Someday I'm going to get those back.... awww who am I kidding, I'll go buy more somewhere.

Ohhhhh... House of Pain's Jump Around is on.... gotta go

You know, GamerGrrl and I were talking today and she is having issues with religion, well at least one, because she constantly defended it to since a part of her family is involved in it. Not that it's a bad thing or anything but she used to get all over me when I would make a pointy stick and plant it directly into said topic, and when I say "get all over me" it wasn't in a good way. Well we decided this religion thing is a damned good racket to be in, so we started tossing around ideas for a new one...

Our Religion, which we were going to base upon possible the Greek God's, with a twist (to get the cute goth girls) that if you were all kinds of cool when you die, you get to come back as a vampire... unless you don't want too. Then well, I guess you could be a cute little fuzzy bunny or something like that, I dunno. First there is the God Guy, who is at the top of the heap, but isn't going to turn into a bull like Zeus did and get some chick pregnant because we can all see that in Tijuana anytime, but he/she (still a point of contention) will do some wicked cool shite, just to be the God Guy. Now we have the other god's... I'm voting for h0tti3 goddess of skimpy clothing, sexy panties, and ummm geek lurv. GameGrrl wants something like JackHammer God of Vengeance, nice walks on the beach, flowers, snappy dressing and the independently wealthy, I'm trying to veto that right away. I'm pretty sure there was a god of beer, pr0n, and one night stands too, but I could have that confused with the weekend.

Anyways, you basically have the same set of morals as everyone else, you know, don't kill em (unless they make you), don't cheat (unless it's the man), don't lie (at least to me), and umm don't ummmm fart in a confined space with others around (otherwise it's a pass).

After some research I have figured out that in all honesty there is a religion for everyone. I'm pretty sure I could find the religion of angsty (once) young men who just want their pound of f'n flesh! Hell I might be able to run that damned church!

Someone : So hey R.G. you ain't posted in like 4 Ever! WTF?!?!?!?!
R.G. : So? Like anyone reads my dumb shite anymore anyways.
Someone : I do I do... please post something!
R.G. : Well I guess I could...

...rattle.....hummm.....tippty tap.... blah blah blah blah... tappity tip....

R.G. : There now you happy?
Someone : Oh... ya I guess.
R.G : ...
R.G. : fuck you.

Would you consider this an omen?

It's about time! Apple moves to Intel

Somehow this is going to bring out the Mac Zealots in droves, they will throw themselves on their over priced and over heating processors screaming that the unwashed masses should not be allowed to own a Mac, and somehow it will sully the pool of "artists" who are dedicated to them now, and all the while their savior Stevo-Oh Jobs will be trying to consule them with bigger screens, more widgets for them to oooh and ahh over, and better looking black turtlenecks. But the good news is very simple, cheaper processor equates to cheaper unit, which runs into the dreaded "More people will use them" which also means "more software" for the operating system, and also mean's the yours truely will own a Mac because I really like OS X.

Dear Mac Zealot,

This is not a bad thing, I repeat, this is not a bad thing, in the long run your favorite companies owner will get richer off of this, I promise.

Yours Truely,

R.G.

Oh how I lurv thee Jett... when you take someone out it makes me all giddy inside.

"You're just pissed that you're one bone-wielding monkey in a zoo full of polit- and warblogging apes, waving and hoot-hooting as the enlightened few of us curl our collective lip and tolerate your boorishness disguised as punditry."

If you haven't ever read Jett before, please do, she is what this whole blogging thing is all about.

The basic problem is that in England "futball" is an institution, people are weened on the game and thier club from the time they can poop. So when a capitalistic yank rolls in and buys up one of the top teams it's not a good thing, the "Red Army" (a group of futball hoolagins) are protesting with all kinds of brilliant signs, which we all know doesn't make a different, but it gives CNN something to shoot, instead of the drunken fanatics running around the streets drooling on themselves and mutter the Man U fight song...

Now this is just a symptom of the real issue, American's are money grubbing, gun waggling, idiotic, mouth breathers to the rest of the world. Now some would say that this is a recent thing... well I'd like to agree, because Dubbyah is an easy target, but I'm afraid it has been going on for quite awhile. We need to stop being so damned egocentric and thing about the things we do as American's, there seems to be this insane idea that we are right, which we aren't, and if you don't think that please turn around and open the door to your trailer, go inside and don't come out. A short time ago I was on a trip to Central America and I was literally embarassed to be an American, there were old folks a plenty, and for some reason they were all morons! Of all people in the world you would think after being alive since the dawn of time these elders would have a clue and not dis-respect people in thier own land! Which brings me back to the point I wanted to get to... Mister Glazer and your family, stop acting like an American and stop dis-respecting these people and thier game!

Time for me to work on that forged Canadian ID...