Another Version of The Truth.

Few of you know, and most of you will have a hard time believing, but I really like to dance.

By "dance," I refer to myself finding a ten foot square space on the floor, stomping a foot to the downbeat, and moving various appendages on my body in a manner that has no method or coordination whatsoever. I feel the music, and I let my body flow. It looks awkward I'm sure, but it feels great! I often sing, or at least mouth the words to the music.

I sweat profusely, close my eyes, and just lose myself on the floor. This is one of the few places I am able to "slow my mind," and be at a relative peace with the many random things I often think.

I dress relatively well, and take a certain amount of pride in the style I've created for myself.

I rarely dance piss drunk, and I rarely dance without a "catalyst" drink in me.

75% of the music I dance to is at least ten years old, and somewhat obscure in nature.

I never used to dance as a teenager, probably because I always was afraid of what others might perceive me to be or not be, but now, now I dance because it feels GOOD. I don't give a fuck if you think I'm fat or "not good," I care about having fun.

Try it sometime, you might like it. If you see me on the floor, say hi.

P.S.

Good dance floors in PGH are found at Ceremony, The Upstage Nation, Pressure, The Lava Lounge, and a few other places.

Sometimes I dance in my house when I don't feel like doing a cardio workout. Plus, I can be my own DJ, and play all the Depeche Mode, Nitzer Ebb, Ladytron, Kylie Minogue, Justice, Michael Jackson, Nine Inch Nails, and Garbage I want.

Bad places to dance include rooms full of people "holding up the walls." Bad vibes, yo.

Aw, yes indeed, it's fun time.

I was in an auto accident yesterday. My first accident, ever. My bumper was removed from the front of my car. Argh.

Finanacial destitution is pretty much a certainty at this point in my life. I am late on all of my bills. Poor as fuck.

At least dancing offers temporary sanctuary. When I dance, nothing else matters. Damn, that was the gayest thing I've ever written.

Jokes today. Going classy with an Obama/nutsack bit.

Area Man Makes It Through Day

I could stay or leave, either way.

I've downed about 9 beers so far this evening, and I'm in a pissy mood, so here is a "fuck you" list I've created. Blow me. No, seriously, I live at 322 North Avenue in the great borough of Millvale, Pittsburgh, PA. Come the fuck over and fellate me!

On with the show....

Pittsburgh "rock" radio. Everyday on my commute, I try to listen to these epic douche bags banter on about Sidney Crosby, internet videos, and/or some shit promotion at some shit bar. The only thing that stops me from crashing my car into a bridge support is the fact that I do not own it, and the cost of paying it off would force my parents to give me a very spartan funeral indeed. Everyone would say "I always kinda thought he'd kill himself one day..." and then go to a Polish banquet hall for lunch, served family style. My ghost would eat green beans, mashed potatoes, some salad, and dinner rolls.

Chicago Cubs fans. This should be inherently self-explanatory, but for some reason, liking the Cubs continues to be trendy and hip. It crosses all social, racial, and state boundaries. Fucking inexplicable. It's a shitty stadium, run by shit people, for the sole purpose of making money. Dumbasses, each and every non-Northside Native Cub fan. While I'm at it, FUCK WRIGLEYVILLE(except for the Metro, and a few other "alternative" places.)

FUCK YOU, Rollingstone Magazine! ARRGHH!!! Print something other than information about Pete Wentz and Barack Obama. Put a fucking MUSICIAN ON THE COVER! One who writes their own shit, doesn't act, and abuses substances of questionable nature! GODDAMNIT!!! ARGH.

Must get drunker. I have to work in the morning.-BK

PS- Me and the Deftones, we're cool. Ultra cool.

Brave New World.

Spring has arrived like a semi tractor-trailer filled with hazardous chemicals rolling brakeless down a West Virginia highway here in PA.

What does this mean? Well motherfuckers, it means it's time to drink beer in the shower. If you don't drink beer and get in the shower immediately upon your return from a day of work, you don't really "work" hard. Few things in life are better than drinking a well-earned, cold beer in a nice shower after busting your ass laboring all day in the sun.

NIN on tour this summer. Hello Cleveland, and perhaps Colorado.

Looking for a suit. Something with subtle red or purple pinstripes. Need to get snazzy for an upcoming wedding, and I'd like to start dressing better onstage as well.

My commute a little tricky timing-wise, but I'm getting better at it. I read traffic patterns, yo.

Wake up.-BK

Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike.

Settling into my new apartment, which, come to think of it, is more accurately described as a rowhouse/townhouse. This means I have a basement and two floors, but the place is about 15 wide throughout. Not bad though, not bad at all. I need drapes and whatnot, but it's going to be totally livable in less than a month.

Show Friday night. Oh hell yeah.

Being close to the city is nice, as I no longer need to leave my house an hour before something starts. The downside? A longer commute to the PIT (of despair). The upside to that? I've been getting reacquainted with some semi-forgotten tunes/bands on the drive.

I now have a neighborhood to walk around in. This is something I sorely missed whilst living in the mega-apartment complex. On occasion, I even say hello to people. Freaky.

Rock it tonight!-BK

I sit on acid.

I was taking a poop in my new apartment today. My first poop in my new bathroom, actually. Because I am in the midst of moving in, I had no reading material to browse while "laying the stink-pipe," if you will. So, I hummed a song. A song I had not heard, or even thought of for many, many years. A song so ingrained into the subconcious of Americans you may not even realize that you know it, but you totally fucking do...



Well, there's my new local pizza joint.-BK

Something elusive and temporary.

I don't know why I'm so excited about this flick, but I am. A Disney/Pixar science fiction movie? Next to the new Batflick, this is my most highly anticipated movie of the year,

Apartment has been located.

Other than that, not much for today.

Livin' for tomorrow.-BK

Quietly Stormin'

Went out to see Funny Games yesterday. It's a very disturbing film. The suspense is immense and it requires, no... demands the full attention of the viewer. The villian breaks the "fourth wall" a few times, and it's never violent for the sake of violent. Actually, very little violence is shown on screen. I will have to remember to put this on the "best of" list come December. Tim Roth, the beautiful Naomi Watts, and Michael Pitt star.

I've been watching the 2 girls, 1 cup video a lot lately. Two of my friends recently discovered it, and have been raving about it. I can't get it out of my head!!! I will never think of a pint glass in quite the same way.

If you aren't familiar, this video is the end-all, be-all of disgusting internet videos. Your world view will forever be altered, you may not be able to sleep, and you might even get nauseated. I have the link if you want it, but you've been warned. I take no responsibility!

Up at the crack of ten today.

Hold on, I'm coming..-BK

Destroy everything you touch.

So I was going to make a brief appearance in Chicago for Easter, but ended up oversleeping, and missing the only open flight. So much for that.

I somehow hurt a rib/ab muscle dancing. If only I had rhythm instead of appearing to be having an epileptic seizure out there...

Still no new apartment. A little worried.

Kenny vs. Spenny is awesome. Watch it.

Nintendo music, yo.-BK

Not a suggestion, asshole!

I hate the rain.

Not going "home" for Easter. Don't need additional shit/issues/critics in my life right now. I was never big on Jesus anyways.

Sometimes you gotta fight fire with a fire extinguisher. Sometimes you gotta rip a smoke detector out of the wall. Often, you just gotta watch a grilled cheese a little closer/better.

Paul Newman is an emissary of Satan.-BK