I'm not entirely sure, but I'm pretty positive this is the same set list they played last night in Tahoe.
Deuce Stutter Got To Choose Hotter Than Hell Nothin' To Lose C'Mon And Love Me Parasite She (Tommy's Solo) 100,000 Years (Eric's Drum Solo) Cold Gin Let Me Go Rock 'N' Roll Black Diamond Rock And Roll All Nite
Encore:
Shout It Out Loud Lick It Up I Love It Loud I Was Made For Lovin' You Love Gun Detroit Rock City
Including I Was Made For Lovin' You made my night.
Eric C. Gottschalk was at the bottom of the pecking order in the Parkrose apartment he shared with a "street family" of young adults.
Prosecutors say the band's matriarch and its enforcer had the 23-year-old sign a contract in which he agreed to do whatever they said and gave them permission to beat him if he didn't. The contract was marked with Gottschalk's blood.
The band of mostly 18- to 25-year-olds didn't allow Gottschalk to sit on the apartment's furniture. Members punched him with brass knuckles and -- in one of the more violent incidents -- put him in the bathtub and poured hot cooking grease on his genitals, prosecutors say. - Oregonlive
I dig this pic even though it shows off the limitations of my point and shoot camera. Half Dome in the background looks like a mirage or a painting to me. Still....I dig it.
And, of course, I long to hit this sucker with an DSLR.
I've managed to go through my adult life with only one speeding ticket. And even that one I dispute. I got popped by the camera radar on Beaverton-Hillsdale Highway going 31 in a 25 zone. The problem with that is they set up the camera in between a 25 mph and a 35 mph sign. Seeing the new sign, I began to speed up. Then I saw a camera flash and a couple weeks later received a ticket in the mail. I should have disputed it, but I figured with the law of averages, I should just accept it and move on.
I'm an excellent driver - ten and two, check all the mirrors and all that jive. That being said I've spent most of my time in Portland, where damn near everyone is driving to or from a bar. I've drove somewhat buzzed more times than I can count without (knock on wood) any incident. I'm not proud of this fact by any means, in PDX it just comes with the territory. Now that Molliwogg is pregnant, I have a built in designated driver for the next 7 months or so, so I'm hoping to break the habit for good.
Having lived in Northern Nevada for the last three years (and trying to get out damn near all of them), I've become accustomed to the strange, quirky and downright moronic driving skills of the natives around here. I'm no longer a defensive driver, but a full-on combat driver. And still, no tickets. I haven't assimilated that far.
I'm lucky in one sense. My taste in vehicles run closer to a soccer mom's than NASCAR. I'll never turn down a Smokey and the Bandit version Trans Am, but beyond that I've no interest in sports cars. Currently I'm driving a Prius and a Subaru Outback. I'm a granny, what can I say? Before that I had a Toyota 4Runner. The reason I list my automobile resume is cops don't give me a second look on the road. Many times they should have.
Molliwogg and I are hotel hopping while we wait for our place to close so we've been taking a lot of road trips - San Francisco, Yosemite, Portland, etc. In the interest of our pocketbook, we've been using the Prius for road tripping. Through these trips, I've learned one thing...
With the possible exception of Al Gore Jr., cops don't care how fast you are going in a Prius. No fewer than five times, the most recent being Wednesday, I've blown past cops in three states at speeds of 10-40 mph faster than the posted speed limit (thereby ruining the Prius's killer mileage savings) without so much as a blink. The fasted was zipping by a cop I failed to spot going about 95 on the road from Florence, Oregon to Eugene.
The only explanation I can think of for not getting pulled over is the twin disbelief that a) a Prius can go that fast, or b) anyone who owns one would be going that fast in the first place.
At any rate, that's my little story, no real moral other than I drive real fast on the highway and have really mundane tastes in cars. :P
Come down off you throne and leave your body alone Somebody must change You are the reason I've been waiting all these years Somebody holds the key And I'm near the end and just ain't got the time And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home - Blind Faith
Just heard this on the bar's overhead. Forgot how much I dig this song. The (far) better version (cover) is by the Swans.
Last week's excitement over a supposed Bigfoot body, which culminated Friday in a circus-like press conference in Palo Alto, Calif., collapsed like a wet soufflé Sunday as an independent investigator determined it was all fake.
SearchingforBigfoot.com owner Tom Biscardi had paid an "undisclosed sum" — Internet rumors put it at $50,000 — to Georgia residents Matthew Whitton and Rick Dyer for their frozen "corpse" and the privilege of trotting them, but not the body, out in front of TV cameras.
At the same time, Biscardi sent self-described "Sasquatch detective" Steve Kulls to a secret location — apparently Muncie, Ind. — to check out the specimen.
Kulls, it's safe to say, was severely disappointed. - Faux News
Rough seas on the Monterey Bay on Wednesday coughed up what few, even the most dedicated of marine researchers, have ever seen -- the fabled giant squid.
The bruised and bitten remains of what is thought to have been a 25-foot-long squid bore only a vague resemblance to the big-screen adaptation that has choked ships and strangled men. But the animal's mythic proportions and elusive ways were not lost on the crowd of biologists gathered at Santa Cruz harbor to greet the discovery.
"This is a rare find," said John Field, a fishery biologist with the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration in Santa Cruz.
Field later said only four or five carcasses have ever been found in California waters. - Santa Cruz Sentinel
Even before he was seated as a member of the jury he would eventually direct as foreman, Juror Four had violated his oath to this Court. He deliberately failed to give truthful answers to voir dire questions in order to avoid being removed from the venire; during the taking of evidence, he constantly discussed the case with an attorney he had hired to represent his close relative in a separate criminal matter; he informed other members of the jury of matters not in evidence in order to persuade them to convict on the basis of that unadmitted and inadmissible information; he expressed his intention to convict Echols even though he himself believed that the evidence presented in court did not suffice to prove guilt beyond a reasonable doubt; and, once he had succeeded in that objective, he lied to the Court regarding his conduct as a juror. ... In his opening brief, Echols demonstrated that neither he nor his co-petitioners, Jason Baldwin or Jesse Misskelley, can be linked to any of the DNA recovered from the crime scene or from the bodies of the three victims in this case. On the other hand, he has presented reliable DNA evidence that, if credited, conclusively excludes him and his co-petitioners as the source of the DNA recovered at four relevant locations, including a ligature used to bind one of the victims; a tree stump at the crime scene; a cutting from the jeans of one of the victims; and the penis of one of the victims. Given that the new scientific evidence excludes him as the source of relevant DNA, petitioner is entitled to a new trial under Arkansas's new scientific evidence statute ... There are enormous problems with the state's analysis under 16-112-208(b). To begin, suppose a situation in which a defendant was convicted of a rape-murder at a trial in which the prosecution argued strongly that semen on the victim's clothing was the same blood type as the defendant's, and on that basis the jury should find him guilty. Years later, DNA testing conclusively establishes that the semen came not from the defendant but from the victim's husband, who could not have committed the crime. Furthermore, a third party recently confessed to the murder in question. According to the state, while the DNA evidence conclusively excludes the defendant as the contributor of the semen and therefore wholly undermines the state’s theory at trial, it alone does not establish his innocence, as it does no more than prove the semen evidence is not relevant to the crime. - WM3.org ... There's seven pages of this document over at the WM3.org site - makes for a dry, but interesting read. Of those who know the details surrounding the West Memphis Three there are two camps - guilty or innocent. Personally, I'm hovering around 95% sure they are innocent. However I'm 100% sure they didn't get a fair trial. So what's the harm in having a new, unbiased trial where things like DNA evidence are introduced instead of Metallica lyrics? It seems like a win/win situation. If they are innocent, they go home. If they are found guilty, they are guilty and they stay where they are. Either way, justice is served....albeit 15 years too late.
A while back I had a guy e-mail me about this image (hosted on Happy Death, Inc. at the time). He is/was the great-grandson or some other relative of E.B. Estes and wondered if I had any more images or knew of any additional information. I didn't. But if any of you happen to know, leave a comment and maybe he'll happen upon the page again.
Results from tests on genetic material from alleged remains of one of the mythical half-ape and half-human creatures, made public at a news conference on Friday held after the claimed discovery swept the Internet, failed to prove its existence.
Its spread was fueled by a photograph of a hairy heap, bearing a close resemblance to a shaggy full-body gorilla costume, stuffed into a container resembling a refrigerator. - Yahoo
That's what I love about cryptozoology, fact or fiction, hoax or history.....it's all good. Just wait, this story can only get better.
In my rant about wifi yesterday, I forgot the original point of my post all together. At the ghetto hotel we're in, there are several vending machines. Craving a root beer, we gathered up the necessary change to purchase a frothy beverage. The button for root beer was marked with an A&W bottle making a splash into what I can only assume were cool and refreshing waters. Taste buds longing for whatever the hell is actually in root beer, we inserted the necessary funds and pressed the button.
No biggie. Barq's is my second favorite root beer next to the greatest root beer ever designed by mankind - Weinhards. We went back to the room and over the course of dinner - some of the finest microwaveable foods money can buy (remember the hobo part?) - we finished off the beverage.
Craving an after dinner dessert beverage, we again proceeded to tear apart the room looking for enough change to satisfy - being 2008, this vending machine only took change; no dollars. The required change gathered, we made the trek downstairs for a another Barq's.
To un-abbreviate some net slang....What the fuck?!?
We haven't been back to the vending machine since; fearing getting locked into a never-ending variety of root beer wreaking havoc on sanity, funds, and fat content.
The two men who claim to have found Bigfoot have admitted to filming a hoax video with a fake scientist, but they still claim they have a real Bigfoot corpse in the freezer and will reveal all at a press conference.
News that the legendary ape-like creature has been found has also kicked off a frenzied online response, with the story covered in newspapers around the world and generating so much interest that some blogs and websites devoted to Bigfoot have crashed.
Two US hunters, Matthew Whitton and Rick Dyer, last month said they had discovered the body of Bigfoot in a forest in northern Georgia, a south-east US state. - Sydney Morning Herald
Molliwogg and I are waiting for our new condo to close, and given the spectacular timing we possess, our lease expired two weeks ago so we've been vagabonds since the first. As such, I'm becoming something of a connoisseur of hotel/motel/extended stay lodges.
In a word, they suck.
Staying at a nice resort or hotel/casino whilst on vacation can be cool. Barhopping the best deals locally is the drizzling shits.
We started off at an extended stay, lured by the promise of free wifi and a fridge/stove top combination.
Well, the wifi was good.
From there we moved on to the Clarion in Eureka, California. Killer place, two thumbs up and all that jive. After the extended stay cardboard beds, the Clarion's beds were a night in heaven. The only downside to the trip was ordering the seafood platter at a local restaurant and not realizing it was served fried. Barf. But the room had in-room wifi, can't beat that.
After that we moved on to the Silver Cloud Inn in NW Portland. Great place, comfortable beds, and more free wifi. Still, it's a little surreal staying in a hotel in your hometown. In your old neighborhood no less. That, and I don't understand the purpose of including a big screen flat screen in the room if your not going to bother getting HD programming to go with it.
Now we're hanging in a Motel 8 in Reno and I am learning the true luxury of in-room wifi. I'm learning this of course because I don't have it. I'm sitting here in the motel bar, Molliwogg by my side doing her homework, surrounded by the nerdiest bunch of freaks imaginable, drinking a beer, uploading to Flickr and balancing my checkbook. I could be doing all this in my room, but as a hobo, if the wifi will not come to you, you must go to the wifi. It's the hobo creed.
I've tried clicking my heels, but the closing on the condo doesn't seem to be happening any time sooner - we're looking at another week in motel/hotel hell. Joy.
To the untrained eye, it may look suspiciously like a cast-off from a fancy dress party. But to Bigfoot believers, this is the latest 'evidence' that the mysterious ape-man said to dwell in the forests of North America is more than just a hairy myth.
Named Rickmat in honour of Rick Dyer and Matthew Whitton, Bigfoot hunters who claim to have bagged the 500lb 'corpse' during an expedition in the US state of Georgia, it was being hailed today as potentially the 'greatest discovery of the millennium' - by its finders, at least. - Times UK
"I'm between two phases right now, pre-Iron Man and post-Iron Man, and the transition can be tricky," he says, shifting and smoking. "It used to be, I'd drive onto a studio lot, and the guard was like, 'Less Than Zero dude, I loved Chaplin!' Now it's, 'Iron Man!' It's not an algorithm anymore. It's a fixed number. Things have been zeroed out; it's the beginning of something. But right now, it's still a void, and we tend to think of the void as an abyss or a vacuum with nothing there. In fact, it's a new road, and what you should do on this new road is close for repairs — close right away, because that old vehicle is not going to work on that new road. I mean, if the cosmos is a loving, healing thing that also spins real fast and erupts and does violent stuff, and if there really is some kind of order to the whole thing, then everything that's led up to this moment has to be part of it, or the math doesn't work. But in this transition phase, I really am trying to live as much like a lizard as I can. Hot, rock, sun, fly, tongue." - Rolling Stone
I saw this painting in San Francisco have been obsessing over it ever since. Anyone got a spare $7500?
Circa 1940.
