O.C.H.

This video was interesting to me, despite being everything I hate about human beings.

The phrase that annoys me more than anything, whether it be in a film or said/typed directly to me is--- "You need help". It's silly. Making complete assumptions into a persons psyche over one upsetting 'dig', consisting of maybe 11 seconds of your time. This guy above takes "You need help" to an umpteenth degree, describing complete scenarios into Charles Hamilton's life, past, mind, etc.

And he gets 40,000 views for it. (The 3 people who see it here cannot constitute what I'm doing as "Promotion" either)

Part of what bothers me about this video is the fact that I don't see anything really self-destructive in Charles' behavior. The kid's living his life. A girl punched him, he attacked soulja, stole some nobody's beat-- then released concrete proof of it, and took advantage of a dead rapper's name. All of these things just upp'ed his downloads.

All of these things were also based around getting more attention (whether or not the "punch" was staged- it was on a promotional tool's camera), so can't be events used to dicipher a man's personality.

There's something relatable about Charles Hamilton, in that he doesn't phoney it up or put on some "signed artist" image to replace who he really is. He'll bring up your abortion, he'll expose a terrible rapper.

OPERATION IGNORE CHARLES HAMILTON = OPERATION CHARLES HAMILTON

I bet he loves that video. Not nearly as much as this (air piano):

Intervention.

Looking up Lew Welch and Gregory Corso books on Ebay, I'm plagued with two thoughts - "why do these names need Kerouac in the title of every auction" - and the feeling that I still can't read these things. This blog being titled "Literary Slumber" is so apt, because I've dropped all books and all pens since starting it.

I'm aiming for an August 1st trip to see Hannah.

Diet soda.

I might still be 12 years old.

I try to judge myself on a nonbias level, but how is that possible when I'm always right?

Seriously, I don't treat everybody that way. But I also didn't fuck everybody's girlfriend.

I meant for this to be a serious entry, but I can't see it happening today.

THIS is what I wanted to write about. It's no coincidence that I got punched in the face five times in a row during that same show.

Go.

Paranoid - Kanye West

Cell.

I'm loving this Palm Pre. My tagline for it is "It does everything anything could ever do".

I'm going to be making a trip to Chicago in late July/early August.

Palm.

I am in line for the Palm Pre, trying to figure out which social networking websites I've yet to update.

The metrosexual black man behind me is related to T-Payne (his proof was pronouncing T Payne's entire name). We're discussing 808s and Kanye. This guy's not a fan.

Lua.

I feel like things took an unexpected spike up with WHAR. Something about the download numbers, the messages I've been getting, and the quality of shows since 03/28.

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This birthday weekend was spectacular all around. Even Scarecrow expressed his satisfaction. The birthday get together wasn't as robust as this, but it was just as enjoyable.

Wow, looking back...

But, I think I'm going to turn cheese for my 21st birthday. There's just something about the number- legally, socially, and someday nostalgically. I want this year to mean something, more than the previous 20. I want to tell my future daughter about how I got my act together in 2007-2008, and finally began my life at the age of 21 (despite the fact that she'll be three years into her tenure as an outspoken Yale scholar).

What's that all about? I guess I can forgive myself, I didn't realize what my 21st year was actually going to consist of. That's my felon year, not my "LIFE IS NOW ROLLING" year. Then at the end of my 22nd year I gave up any care for the future and started writing about death.

Either that, ORRRR....

We Hit & Run becomes a career and  I cite my 21st year as the year I turned my life around by starting the show.

Scarecrow's comment on that post (long before he was a cohost, and long after he and I came up with the concept of a show)-

Tony said...

Happy Birthday to the better half of the future world's greatest radio show!

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Hannah leaves tomorrow. She gave me her fantastic bed, but when I went to pick it up with Brian it was a very odd/uncomfortable meeting. We both acknowledged it immediately after the fact. It wasn't anything about her and I, it was the addition of three people we know into what was before very private. Well, I assume that's what it was. I'm a generally uncomfortable person anyway.

Every video I've thought about embedding here seems too sentimental or not worth the time. So we'll leave it DRY!

Bachelor Number 2.

HA.

I just checked out Storm's husband's blog, and I saw a Veronica Mars video that I've probably posted on here in the past. I had to laugh and come write. I didn't look at his blog in the same way he looked at mine, though.

Tonight we're having a birthday celebration!!!! That reminds me of the very first entry in this thing.

I looked at another blog and actually smiled and exclaimed "Oh you're being so phoney!" It feels good to view a person without the bullshit glasses on. But it feels odd to name the person in an entry, then address them a paragraph later as an anonymous blogger. Maybe I'm the phoney!!!

OH, speaking of abortions---

I love making people feel that way.

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The dating game was last Sunday. Here are the Kevin Scampoli highlights (with an intense fight). I shared two spectacular days with a very wonderful person after my "victory". Crystal (the woman whose friend would become the "Bachelorette") couldn't of picked a more perfect female for this segment- anybody else and it would've gone completely differently.

The timing of everything was pretty terrible, considering she'll be in Chicago in four days.

After the show we hung out until midnight in the studio. We had a crowd of 15 sitting in the studiocam chatroom watching us listen to music and talk. According to Jim there is audio of it all.

On Thursday we showed up forty minutes late to what was possibly the last showing ever of Adventureland. The theatre was completely empty and we had both already seen the film, so we were able to talk through the movie. It had the feeling of a rented living room.

Then we went on a picnic in Pueblo park. Then I slept from 2:00am to 5:00am. Then I worked.

The next day we went out to eat, and I got to obnoxiously wear my Kanye sunglasses inside of a dim resturaunt.

I searched her iTunes library for "Elliott", so we got to hear a nice mix of Elliott Smith and Missy Elliott.

It feels good not to have an over-dramatic (even if too soon) "ending" to something. I avoided a lot of details because I feel like they deserve their own entry, and a little time of being just our's.

Grace.