i will be making a special announcement TONIGHT on the radio.

loves me

virginia hawthorne, of virginiaanne.blogspot.com was kind enough to invite me on her college radio show and i will do my best to make the most of the night.

and hey, kristin of madpony.com will also be on the air with us!

a blogger threesome, some might say.

virginia attends Goucher college in Maryland and their radio station is smart enough to let the world listen in via Real Audio.

if you would like to listen to virginia, kristin and i discuss death metal, gangsta rap, legalization, the internet, and proms, please follow this link at 11pm Eastern (8pm Pacific) and click the Listen Now link on the left.

You’ll be listening to “The Virginia Hawthorne Radio Show”.

and i will have a special announcement.

it will be good news, dont worry.

so tune in, ok?

i gave her some Tsar songs to play so lets cross our fingers that they get on.

anyway, yeah. tonight. rock n roll radio MD-style.

and let me tell you something, if you havent gotten the chance to hear Kristin Pony’s cute lil oklahomian accent, thats worth the trouble of downloading RealOne or Real Player or whatever it’s called these days.

I’m gonna download it for that myself.

virginia + real networks + madpony + click here for the radio show!

five inches

moe's of snow and hail dumped on south central last night, about a 20 minute drive from hollywood.

i blame the republicans.

the girl from last night is now asking me to get a cam. i told her i would if she doesnt paris hilton me.

she said she couldnt promise me anything.

shes pretty hot so i said id do whatever she wanted.

what do i care?

now shes saying she wants to drive down here from seattle and make a porn with me.

i said, why stop at one?

theres a freedom in not giving a fuck.

i think ive given up on giving a fuck. not in a bad way. in the best way.

who am i so worried about?

howard stern has shown that you dont have to give a fuck and you can still rule the world.

rush limbaugh has never given a fuck – other than by selling out to the right when it was trendy to do so – and he now gets to do bottles of pills, go to rehab for a few weeks and then get his old job back and not have to worry about prison, which is mostly filled with guys who got busted cuz of lots of drugs.

the president doesnt give a fuck about what the voters think, or about the UN, or anyone other than him and his people.

and now even the snow doesnt give a fuck where it lands.

so why do i run around caring so much?

that dude who got to f paris hilton doesnt give an f about her.

the Trib corp doesnt give an f about the Cubs winning the world series, else Pudge would be a Cub right damn now.

and why is it that im the only one who gives a fuck that our supermodel is in Thailand right now and she didnt have a place to stay tuesday night and hasnt updated since?

apparently i do give a fuck.

even if watts did freeze over.

flagrant disregard + spit circle + john & belle

theres good news and bad news to having more than a dozen readers to your blog.

lets start with the bad news.

bad news is, if you find yourself in a moment of sadness and you want to write about that feeling, people will start emailing and commenting with words of advice. which is super nice. dont get me wrong. but sometimes a guy just wants to write about how depressed he is, just to vent.

other bad news comes when the guy’s mom reads about how he wants to fling his black helicopter into the side of a mountain. it can be hard to explain to her that what he’s writing isnt literal, that its symbolic, dramatic. its not a cry for help. its just representative of wanting the madness to end. it’s far from suicidal.

people dont realize it, but there is a certain freedom to not having a lot of readers. you can write whatever you want and people wont pay attention and/or freak out. with that freedom comes room to grow. if you want to dwell on the theme of misery for a week or two, you can. if you’re lucky you’ll end up writing a morrissey cd. if youre really lucky you’ll end up writing a cure cd.

im not a sad person, but i can get sad. im definitely not a pessimist, but sometimes i will pay a little more attention to the devil part of my brain that whispers that everything is not going to be ok. and for some crazy reason, sometimes listening to that part will fuel parts of my personality that can write some pretty interesting sad stuff.

and once that is written i become happy and everythings cool beans.

i will never be elliott smith, america.

i will never take a knife and put it into my heart in one motion and die on a floor in east hollywood.

i am a devout Christian. im a minister. the good book says you dont get to go to the good place if you ace yourself.

but i am a normal person and sometimes i get depressed. especially when the cubs lose in the playoffs when theyre up 3 games to 1 with the last two games to be played at wrigley. and i can totally get depressed when i look around at my place of employment and see my alleged talents being taken for granted day after day, year after year.

with that lets talk about the good news of having more than a dozen readers to your blog on a day that youre depressed.

of course the comments are sweet, and thats nice, but i feel guilty, but its still nice.

but then the random stuff happens like you shouldnt be surprised if a new girl, a great girl, asks you if youve ever used NetMeeting. and you say, sorta but not really, and she shows you how to use it, and you get it going and she invites you to see her cam

and there she is

and shes in a robe

and you go, uh

and she goes theres no reason to be sad today tony

and then she removes the robe and dances around a little.

then she says that she would like to call me.

and then i let her call me.

and there she is on the screen in the net meeting window, on her cam, naked little skinny girl, sweet ass, perky bod, shockingly platinum blonde, oh and whats that, boots. she does have some clothes on. boots.

she tells me that im her favorite blog and she hopes she has cheered me up.

and i say yes she has cheered me up.

and she says great is there anything else she can do for me.

and i say yes.

i ask her to marry me.

and she says of course she will marry me.

and that my friends is a true story and it happened last night.

so fuck the democratic national committee for not getting back to me. all i need apparently is the busblog.

thank you blogger.

mom finds out about blog + jim nichols + PlanetKevin