Death Row is the label that pays May.

Decided to get my ass a rollin' on the whole "new tattoo" ideas brewing in my ol' brain pan. Got it narrowed down to about 4 choices, and the left forearm is where it's going. Hope you like M.C. Escher. Aim to have a nice sleeve by October or so.

Listening to Portishead right now. Way better than the shit the clerk was telling me to buy at The Exchange today. Way fucking better. I picked up a "pre-owned" iPod, in addition to some tunes. Hurrah! No more audible craziness and screaming bastard children on my commute! Unless I run out of battery power because I left it in my bag the night prior instead of charging it, which has never, ever, happened to me, not even once. I swear.

Yes, it's dumb to buy CDs, go home, upload the CDs, and then download them to your iPod instead of purchasing music online, but I'm refreshingly old school, with just a twinkle of modern flava.

I'm off tonight, a Friday, for what seems like the first time in decades. Instead of going out and trying to meet someone, and establish a connection that eventually leads to some sort of permanent, fulfilling for me/who cares about her sexual relationship, I'm typing this. If I'd only put on pants at 8pm or so, things might've been different.

Looked at suits at Macy's yesterday, because I saw a dude rocking a three piece with crazy-ass, Boy George-like style that made me do a triple take. Need to lose a few more pounds and get some better shoes.

Saw Inglourious Basterds earlier. I was very underwhelmed by this movie. I like war action-adventure flicks, but this one was just "off" in a few different ways. Most prevalent is the subject matter. I thought it would be really cool to see a bunch of Jews murdering Nazis, but the fact is that the Holocaust was real, and adapting the deaths of millions of people just doesn't sit right with me. The movie had the trademark QT dialogue that we all know and love, but Brad Pitt delivered none of it, his performance was weak. The star of the movie was the actor who played the SS Colonel. He was really, really a pleasure to watch. Finally, the movie, if you can believe it, just wasn't violent enough. I'll stick with the Sixties-era war action movies, thanks.

This song played as a stunningly attractive petite blond girl seductively put on makeup. It was my favorite scene in the movie, probably because I am a fucking voyeuristic pervert. I'd heard this song before, back in my heavy Bowie Period, but hearing it again made my grin from ear to ear in the theatre.


A local blogger known as "PittGirl" recently "outed" herself to the city. She worked in anonymity, and said a few not so nice(but funny) things about the Mayor, etc.. Turns out, she works for a nonprofit which relies heavily on city funding, and she got canned. Her own fault, and I'm angry that she now has the chance to make money from the experience. Posting anonymously is cowardly, not brave. You all know who I am, but there are aspects of my life that I do not share here, most notably, my romantic and work-related adventures. I don't tell you about the relationships I'm in or not in because that is a private, personal, matter between myself and my "flavor of the month." I don't talk about my job, or things related to it, in anything more than a vague occasional reference because it's MY FUCKING JOB! I need to eat. She should of taken a similar route, but chose not to. Too bad.

(Shit, not so fast there, Ben Kenny. Remember that time in high school?)

Ah yes, how can I forget. Myself and a co-conspirator were suspended for two weeks for a few blog postings made from the shadows of the internet. So what if I did leak the home address of a teacher. Youthful indiscretions. It was hard to smoke pot all day, everyday, for those two weeks, but I persevered!

Looking for a new car. Cashing in some profit-sharing dollars. Saab, BMW, or Volvo wagon. Less than 100k miles, and less than ten years old. Under 5k. Holla if you got a lead for me.

Plans for tomorrow include laundry, grass cutting, maybe scrape a little paint and of course, The Smiling Moose and dance fun.

I've been here for a while, but not long enough to care about Big Ben's ankle weeks before the regular season begins.-BK

They can charge what they want.

Hey. What's up? I know, I know. No, I don't want to talk about it. Especially with you. Because. I. Just. Don't. OK?!

Did comedy a few nights back. Was the first time in a few months. There is no way to tentatively lower yourself back into stand-up. It is not a fucking swimming pool. You either nut up and do it, or you don't. I had one of the better sets of the night(as I am one of the better comedians, always) but that wasn't what made the night good. The most memorable part of the evening was seeing (500) Days of Summer again and having a mushroom sub at South Side Steaks. Goddamn that was a good sandwich. Might even eat one again, on Friday, when I go see an obscure, under-the-radar war movie that I'm sure you've all heard absolutely nothing about.

Wink.

I can't even really say I'm happy to be back, shitting thoughts onto the keyboard for you to read in anonymity, but it's something, I guess.

Spent about three weeks washing my clothes in a sink, agitating them with a toilet plunger, and hang-drying them in the musty, dank basement of Casa de Ben. It took the repairman exactly nineteen minutes to fix my washing machine. Two weeks of waiting for nineteen minutes. It was under warranty, and hence, free, but I should've just bit the proverbial bullet, and shelled out the change for the repair. B.O. doesn't come out of clothing with a mere hand wash, even if you're as strong as I am.

Very little has been done to the house lately. Working what extra hours I can schedule in, with the bus and all, to, somewhat ironically, be able to buy a car.

Lied through my teeth at my DUI counseling session. One weekend of classes. Flawless victory. Seriously. The "flawless victory" sound effect from the first Mortal Kombat Super Nintendo game was audible in my head as she told me. Wanted to celebrate with a drink, but didn't. I whistled a tune(Tears for Fears) to myself on the elevator ride down, but then I stepped on a homeless person's leg as I exited the building. Almost tripped over it. Wanted to go back later, and hit him very hard, with something very hard, multiple times. Not for almost tripping me, just because I was angry that a white, young, most likely educated person would make the conscious decision to become, and remain, homeless. It was terribly aggravating. I was actually enraged, and no words were even exchanged between us. God help society if I get a gun.

The best movie I've seen this summer is stillStar Trek, and it pains me, as a hardcore, lifelong Star Wars fan, greatly, to say that. District 9 is a very close second. Especially after I found out that it was the lead actor's first acting job.

Time to work. Must keep self liquid.

It's the 20th. Until midnight tonight.-BK