Stuff that's ridiculous

What You Really Think Of Your Friends

Timmy is your soulmate.

You truly love Rachel.

You consider Brooke your true friend.

You know that Yun Jin is always thinking of you.

You'll remember Shyla for the rest of your life.

You secretly think Jessica is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.

You secretly think that Rusty is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.

You secretly think that Brad is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Brad changes lovers faster than underwear.

You Are Tofu

Okay, so you aren't exactly meat. And that's fine with you. Even if people think you're a bit bland. There's a good chance you're veg - and even if you aren't, you secretly think meat is gross.

What Kind of Meat Are You?

You Are a Centaur

In general, you are a very cautious and reserved person. However, you are also warm hearted, and you enjoy helping others in practical ways. You are a great teacher, and you are really good at helping people get their lives in order. You are very intuitive, and you go with your gut. You make good decisions easily.

What Mythological Creature Are You?

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic

Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few. But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky. Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

What Your Underwear Says About You

You're a total rebel who doesn't conform to any rules. P.S. - It's a jungle down there! You're also way too lazy to do your laundry more than a few times a year.

The Underwear Oracle

Who Should Paint You: Salvador Dali

You're a complex, intense creature who displays many layers. There's no way a traditional portrait could ever capture you!

What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?

You Are The Hulk

Super strong and super scary, you were never meant to be a superhero. You're not really into saving the world. And the world better get out of your way.

What Superhero Are You?

You Are Scooter

Brainy and knowledgable, you are the perfect sidekick. You're always willing to lend a helping hand. In any big event or party, you're the one who keeps things going. "15 seconds to showtime!"

The Muppet Personality Test

Your Brain is 53% Female, 47% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

What Gender Is Your Brain?

36........This one's for you, Rustikoph...

Apparently (<-- Lemmy from Motorhead, long story), today is July 4th. It appears that this might be the first year in several that I don't torch a flag on this day. Ah well... 3 cheers for Imperialism:

Hail! Hail! Hail!

So, tonight I guess we're playing at this place called The Witch House, which both The Melvins *AND* Nirvana have played at in the past. Pretty sweet. everyone's still pretty much sleepy... 11:30... hooray for being back in PST. I'm tired.

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So, we pretty much just hung out around Tim's house all day, ate some food, picked up some beer, read some star wars books, watched some LOTR, ya know, hung out. The show was rad. This band Shewolf opened, and they were sort of like in the vein of Kathleen Hannah and Sleater-Kinney. Sounded pretty good, and it was only their second show. We played next and had a pretty good set, people were digging us so it was fun. Hook and the Daggers played last, and this was the most turned out of all of the times I've seen them play. Tim was drunk, which helped, but the whole set was just total ruckus. The show turned into a 4th of July party, and debauchery ensued. Apparently, real fireworks are legal in Olympia only on the 4th of July, so there were fireworks going up all over the city (we were on a hill so we could see most of the city), and soon enough there were roman candles being fired out of buttholes, bottle rockets being fired from crotches, mortars being hand launched and all manners of other fabulous idiocy. There was a dance party on the roof of the van, there was a dance party in the house to George Michael's Faith and Eye of the Tiger on 45's being played at 33rpms. Nate wore a toga comprised of two american flags which were later burnt (leaving Nate naked), which made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and there were all kinds of brilliant interviews for the documentary. Eventually, we managed to leave as the party was dying down, so we went back to Tim's for some Street Fighter II and sleep...

So, I decided to blog again...

I totally don't even know if I have time for such things, but we shall see...

For starters, Pandora rules. Here are some bad-ass badns I've discovered from this phenomenal little site:

Irepress
Dirty Three
M83
Pieter K
DJ Trax
David Grubbs
Transformer Man
Russian Circles
Soulfood & Ra Music
Time Is Up
Gerd
The Mercury Program
Six Parts Seven
Precious Fathers

Check them out. Sweet. So, what's happened... I got tired of doing my tour blog, becuase all of my entries were really long... sorry duders... I'll give a synopsis of the remaining 30 some-odd days if you want... So what's new.

July

Lot's of road-tripping. Beach camping, fun. Oh, and I went to Seattle for the Capitol Hill Block Party. And, The Murder City Devils played. And I saw them. OHMYFUCKINGGOD!! It was incredible. I can die a little less pissed now.

August

Hmm... end of summer. Boo. Oh yah! Libertatia. Jeeeezus Christ. 4 days of drunken insanity like nothing else. It was like heaven. We all had serious withdrawals this year. So many sweet ass bands played, it was absolutely amazing. Then school started. And the women's center. Woo...

So, anyway, I'm blogging again, and I'm not nearly done with my update. More later...

Tour Day 6

So, today at some point we're going to El Paso. We're going to leave some t-shirts & shit for Michelle and Andy, since we drank like 84 of their beers and ate hell of their food. Everyone seemed to get along with my family pretty well, what with Andy being all punk rock and such, so that was good. All in all, fun stay, can't wait till they move back to California.

Yah. Helluva a drive to El Paso. We had this sweet hunt for a Taco Bell that spanned two cities in New Mexico and 3 or 4 locations before we finally found one that was still open at like 11pm on a Sunday. Luckily at the one we did find, there was a Sonic right across the street, so we got sweet ass slushies. And, of course, what does one do with a slushie? Add vodka. Lots of vodka. At this point, Naters had to start driving, and we began our quest for beer, which was far more epic than the search for T-Bell, spanning 2 different states and about 5 locations. The New Mexico stores were closed, being Sunday, and the gas stations had super expensive beer. Walgreen's wasn't selling, but they said there was eber for sale in El Paso, so naturally we headed there straight away, being only a half hour or so away at this point. Of course, stores were already closed (Sunday) by the time we did get there, and when we finally found an open gas station that actually had beer, and reasonably priced beer at that, the kid @ the register informed us that legally he couldn't sell it to us because it was too late. . . . NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! We all almost cried. We almost convinced him with our puppy dog eyes, but alas, to no avail.

There was nothing left to do now except drive, so we headed out towards Carlsbad. It's getting really late at this point, mind. In fact, it was like about 3 am when we rolled up to this border patrol checkpoint just back into New Mexico. The guard came out, and the first thing he said was "What are you guys doing?" He let us through no problem, he was just totally bewildered by our presence. We finally pulled over at this little picnic areafor the night. It was actually a really cool spot. I always forget how many stars you can see in the middle of nowhere. Completely beautiful. There were foxes and rats and such in our headlights when we pulled in, coyotes howling all around us from time to time, and groups of bats chirping in the trees around us. Naters passed out, but the rest of us required strong drink. We finished the last of the Absolut, and broke out the Tanqueray. After failing to acquire beer, we stopped and got Sprite so we talked and drank heck of gin. Scribs broke out his DVD player and we watched Master of the Flying Guillotine and drank. At one point the border patrol guy from the check point is cruising down the road, brakes, flips a U and rolls on us. He just drove by and said "Howdy!" out the window as he passed... Odd, these country types... Anyways, after the movie, I was pretty much done, so to the van I went. These other bastards stayed up to watch the sun finish rising, and so ended Day 6.

Tour Day 5

So, the guy we drank with after the show last night was going to try and get us a show in Tucson for tonight, so we kicked it @ Michelle and Andy's all afternoon, waiting for him to call. We ended up rolling to this Del Taco for breakfast, and couldn't bring ourselves to leave the A/C for like an hour and a half. It was like 115 in Phoenix.
So, we have like these four consecutive days with no shows, so we had to figure out what to do with ourselves. We went back to my cousins' to make some sort of "least-suck-as-possible" plan of action. It looks like we're staying with them again tonight, heading to El Paso tomorrow, Carlsbad the next day, then Texas, then Austin.
So after we figured all that out, we went to join Michelle and Andy and the girls at the pool for swimming, drinking, and BBQ. Effin sweet. We hung out for like 4 or 5 hours and got a little tanked. After all that we went back to the apartment, watched the MCD DVD, drank another 30 beers or so, BBQ'd some more, and played Zombies which ended in Rachel and Brad hating each other and fighting over the couch as well.
Michelle and Andy and I figured out that we'd all gotten busy on the same couch (<-- crazy!).
At that point, we were all pretty drunk and tired - it was like 2 in the morning, drinking since like 5 in the afternoon, so we all turned in. Threw on the Big L, had some laughs, and passed the fuck out.

Tour Day Four

and we're going to Arizona today. It's like 75 degrees in San Diego, but apparently it's like 110 in Phoenix. Fuckin sweet. We're playing at this record shop, and my cousins Michelle and Andy should be there.

Long ass drive to Phoenix. Hella hot. To keep the van from overheating, most of the time we have to run the heater, so, sometimes it's like 110 outside, no A/C, and the heaters running full blast. Totally sweet. But we got here. The show was the best yet. We played like shit, but the kids loved it. Everyone dancing and cheering and what not. We sold a bunch of merch, and this dude gave us a bunch of money for gas, which was very nice. After the show, these two chicks (like 16 years old) came up to me and told me how much Gruk rocked and me personally as well, and the first one wanted me to sign her pants and the other wanted me to sign her shirt. She said anywhere and motioned to her chest, but I'm thinking, "dude, I'm not gonna sign your tits." I signed her shoulder and the other one's thigh, and they were happy. Ridiculous, these kids...

Anyway, Michelle and Andy couldn't make the show, which sucked, and neither could The Fuck You Ups (<-- rad band from Phoenix area), so the lodging factor was sketchy. We drank behind the venue with this dude from Conflict Resolution who had like an 18 pack for us to drink - pleasant surprise! After that we cruised to Michelle and Andy's - they were hella down for us to stay with them. Fuck yeah for the A/C. I've had a lot of fun hanging out with these two. The girls are getting so big too. Anyway, we stayed up drinking until like 4 in the morning, and finally had to pass the fuck out.

Tour Day 3, or June 1st, according to el calendario...

We went first off to this sweet ass totally underground record store, where the guy gave us contact info for this underground wherehouse that he runs. He was pretty rad and said he'd book us a hella better show next time we come through. Also he bought like 10 of our records. It's crazy - he asked what band we're in, and when we said Gruk, he was all "yeah, I've heard of you guys" - fuckin nuts! The store was so DL that you had to knock on this door and he'd come out and make sure you weren't some fuckhead before he'd let you in... crazy...
Then we had to go get a new tire for the van, which took for days. So finally at like 2 or 3 we were ready to get on the road, which meant no beach (weak!), and no checking out the sweet urban farm (lame!).
We rolled to Escondido. Not too far from Long Beach. When we were almost there, we stopped at this Fry's to fuck around in the A/C for awhile. Pretty sweet. They had this killer Donkey Kong drumming game for the Gamecube, some totally disappointing games for the Xbox 360, and then me and Nate had this totally rad Dance-Dance-Revolution tournament, right there in the store. I pretty much kicked his ass. Right after that, we got a phone call from the guy who booked the show saying that the show was cancelled. Hella lame. Hooray for the first of several cancelled shows. So we said fuck it and rolled to San Diego to hang out with the infamous Josh Mosh and Ken Swagger. Ken is the guy who started the massive San Diego pirate radio station. Josh is just this cool dude who does cool shit and so forth. Also they live above a tweaker bar. Ha! There's this sweet Mexican food joint across from their place though - cheap and hella good and the last decent Mexican food I'll get to eat until I get back to Chico. We played some Atari, Nate killed me at Centipede, and I killed him at Pong and Pitfall. We cruised to this bar that had like medieval weapons on all of the walls, and hecka chess boards all over the place. It was pretty boring, especially since Scribles kicked my ass at chess. Fucker. Rachel and Nate ditched us and went to this other bar with this guy they know, so me and Brad and Scribles took the van and went back to Ken and Josh's house to watch the Warriors. And drink. And no, Rachel and Nate didn't mind getting lost and having to walk a mile and a half while drunk to get back to the apartment. I promise...
Now it's...

Tour Day 2

Me & Nate & Brad woke up at like 8:30 this morning. It was a bit warm in the van. We rolled to Walgreen's down the block and fully destroyed their bathrooms. So, we hung out in the van for days, then started waking up Rachel and Scribs. Eventually they woke up and we peaced the hell out of Fresno. Good riddance. Dude I reeked so bad of smoke after that place, I had to change shirts on day 2.
So we were crossing the Grapevine heading towards L.A., Scribs was driving. All of a sudden, fuckin hella loud noise and we see a piece of the tire fly off - then the van starts fishtailing. Scribs handled the situation like a pro and maneuvered to the shoulder. None of us died. Stupid us left the tire irons in Chico, so we had to call AAA. In the meantime, me and Nate explored the hill we were parked by. Apparently, some car had gotten in some fucked up crash there, because we found two rearview mirrors, a hella broken rear windshield, a piece of the crankshaft, some CDs, a fender, a hubcap, etc...

So yeah, the tire blew and AAA came and changed it for us, after which we rolled. Now I'm driving, dealing with the stupidness of L.A. We eventually make it here, the Kashmir Cafe in Southgate. And no I didn't get us lost on the way. I knew exactly where the fuck I was going at all times. Dammit. We scored some burritos down the street, and have been here chillin in the A/C and enjoying the free internet service. Show starts in an hour and 20.

Part II

Show was ok. It's always weird playing in coffee shops and such. There were like 15 people there, all sitting down. Riot This was pretty sweet - they'll be on the 4 way split CD we're putting out with All or Nothing later this summer. They told us about this 14 acre farm in L.A. that feeds 200 families that the city gifted to the community after the '92 riots. Apparently, the city just sold it but is giving the farm a chance to buy it out for $16 million. Fuckin ridiculous. So there's people there like 24-7 guarding it with like militia style maneuvers and shit. We were going to crash there, but they locked the gates before the show was over. We ended up going to this co-op house in Long Beach, and stayed up drinking and playing Star Wars trivia all night. Pretty sweet. Nate scored a Jedi cloak from this kid there, we watched Star Wars III, and passed out.