Dudebro, if you touch the crown again, I am going to end you.

I'm online too much. Random day. No order. No method. Madness.

I had to edit this. None of the links worked, and I'm too drunk to give a fuck. No one reads this stuff anyways. Christ, I'm listening to Nirvana.

Think for yourselves.-BK

We're pretty much totally fucked, aren't we?

She is the best looking forty year-old I have ever seen.

I am on a double shift today. Luckily, I brought enough food and provisions to remain comfortable, except for this fucking cold I've gotten. My head is so thick with mucus that I sometimes feel I am floating above myself, which would be awesome normally, but not when I'm working around heavy equipment and people even dumber than I am. Danger abounds. Maintain focus.

My fucking dryer is fucked up, and apparently, the dryer guy is not willing to work with me. His loss, as my Pittsburgh minions have provided me with ample alternative suppliers.

Car repairs underway and finished shortly. I thought I was going to have to ride my bike to eighties night, might still have to, must plan another, less garish outfit.

I am going to the zoo in the morning! I have not been to a zoo since D-town. Animals in non-natural environments with ugly, distressed coats, animal shaped french fried potatoes, kids still in school. It is going to be fun!

There is a fantastic new NIN track on the internet. DANCE TO IT! (I did. Four times!)

It's not the way you have your hair, it's not that simple style.-BK

When love and death embrace.(Long version)

I've been writing about music and dancing a lot lately, but I've been doing it for longer than I've been writing about it. This is not a flavor of the month.

Still doing comedy, but artistically, I am drifting. Need to find something to secure my act to.


A word on techno music. Techno has many different definitions, many different sounds, and many different fans, some of whom would not get along terribly well if forced to sit down and debate the merits of their particular sub-genres.

This is techno to me. For me, it's not about spinning some glow sticks around or dropping E and hugging each other. It's not about bright clothing and tank tops either. Techno isn't happy, it doesn't need friends. It's about violence, speed, and utter, total loss of control...

This is techno:




Aphex Twin is not necessarily a techno entity, but that is fucking techno!!

Keep it safe out there.-BK

Nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do...

Against all odds and logical thought, I was elected 80's Prom King earlier this evening. I don't really know what to make of this, as I was just kind of being myself, having a good time and getting down, bringing the boogie and whatnot. Like, whatever, but regardless, I'm thankful.

Dance. Dance until you're tired. Drink water. Dance more!

My nails are painted, but I neglected to buy nail polish remover. Something tells me work is going to be... awkward tomorrow.

Rock and roll.-BK

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