Studio Diaries Rule.
Let me tell you, whoever first sat down and said "You know, it might be fun to make a journal about recording our new cd, and talk about other stuff we like too." is a genius. The Juliana Theory diary is quite the enjoyable read. It rules to read about how they're going about recording the different songs, and what kind of music they like, and how bored they are. I've also been enjoying Ronnie Martin's journal. Ronnie seems to be a really smart and interesting kinda guy, and I think we could all benefit from reading his thoughts.

sorry people of the world wide web i have not posted because of a little thing called....................guitar! you see friends when you owen a guitar thinks are awesome very awesome rock this rock that . be sure to ask for a guitar for you b-day cause you might just get it .toall my friends of the sea i say whoopedy dooo. "if your heads not rocken your in the wrong place"

Today I'd like to direct you to the mp3 page of Noise Ratchet. Why? Because they rock.

I've been listening to lots of mp3s that I like lately, so don't be surprised when I overwhelm you with music. Anyway, today I'm going to highlight Stainless. They have two new mp3s up on their site, and they're pretty sweet (the songs, not the guys), have no worries though, I can assure you they haven't gone soft or anything.

I like mp3s.
I especially like The Fine China mp3s. They're absurdly awesome, it's like part Starflyer, and part Smiths only without the 80s singing, and seeing as how the 80s singing is what prevents me from getting into The Smiths as much as I should, this is like a dream come true!

I also like blogs.
I especially like Maddog's blog, it's genius really.

I also like nonsense.
I especially like Bavis' nonsense. Read it. Over and over again. Memorize it even!

P.S. Sorry if I worried anyone with my recent posts, I didn't actually turn into a zombie. Again, I'm sorry if I scared you.

4//Itchy. Tasty.

Itchy itchy Scott came ugly face so killed him. Tasty.

Fever gone but itchy. Today hungry and eat doggie food.

Rumors going around that a researcher who tried to escape the estate last night was shot. My entire body feels hot and itchy and I'm sweating all the time now. I scratched the swelling on my arm and a piece of rotten flesh just dropped off. What the heck's happening to me?

Found another big blister on my foot this morning. I ended up dragging my foot all the way to the dog's pen. They were quiet all day, which is weird. Then I realized some of them had escaped. Maybe this is their way of getting back at me for not feeding them the last three days. If anyone finds out, I'll have my head handed to me.

Went to the Infirmary because my back is all swollen and feels itchy. They put a big bandage on it and told me I didn't need to wear the suit anymore. All I wanna do is sleep.

I've been wearing the darn space suit since yesterday. My skin's grimy and feels itchy all over. The stupid dogs have been looking at me funny, so I decided not to feed them today. Screw 'em.

At around 5 A.M., Scott woke me up. Scared the crap out of me, too. He was wearing a protective suit. He handed me another one and told me to put it on. Said there'd been an accident in the basement lab. I just knew something like this would happen. Those guys in research never sleep, even on holiday.

One of the higher-ups assigned me to take care of a new creature. It looks like a skinned gorilla. Feeding instructions were to give it live animals. When I threw in a pig the creature seemed to play with it...tearing off the pig's legs and pulling out the guts before it actually started eating.

Played poker with Scott and Alias from Security and Steve from Research. Steve was the big winner, but I think he was cheating. Scumbag.

Well, I'm off to bring home the bacon. Mmm... bacon...

You want to talk about rock? Ok, we'll have a nice discussion about a band named The Juliana Theory. I just got to listen to 3 songs from their upcoming album, and let me tell you something, they rock. And not in the generic "rock" sense either, I mean, it's just some rad straight up rock! Do yourself a favor and listen to the new songs!

Too much information!
Seriosly, there is way too much info on the "net" right now, and not in a "yuck, I didn't want to hear that" kinda way (well, there's plenty of that too), but in more of a "whoa! this is way too much stuff to read/look at!", and it's all because of the amazing wonder that is E3! I think I'd happily trade my left leg just to go there, I mean c'mon, who wouldn't want to go and get a first look/play at the biggest games that are coming out? No one, that's who.

On a weirder note, I had a crazy dream last night. Somebody was getting married (I have no idea who), so Bordon, Mr. Tuff, Crazy Mel and myself were like, "uh-oh, we better find a new place to live!" So we went to Watertown, and moved into a house just like mine, except it was painted like it was dark all the time, with a bunch of shadows and such just painted everywhere, and there was a bar in the middle of my living room. Then Aaroschu appeared out of nowhere, and He and Mel we're like "We better get some supplies!" and they left. So then we we're sitting around and Mr. Tuff died, so Bordon, Maddog, Destroyer, Lenny (don't ask me where they came from) and myself decided to go to the abandoned mine to bury him, once we got there we had to run from some skeletons, and then we made it to the burial grounds. Then we had to take Mr. Tuff's stuff and arrange it around the room, so that the door would open. As we were doing that Lenny said "Oh great, now Bordon's dead too!" So then we took his skeleton and put it in a big bottle so that he wouldn't chase after us, and then we shrunk down the bottle for good measure, and arranged him with the other stuff, but that set off a trap in the to room we were in, and the whole mine started crumbling! So we ran up and down the stairs in the room we were in (the room was made off all dirt by the way), and then we pushed through the wall at the bottom of the stairs, fortunatly the dirt was all really soft so we had no problems there. We burst into the living room of our house, and Mel asked "Where have you guys been?" We told here the whole story, and she just laughed and said "What are you talking about? Bavis didn't die, he's sitting right there (the computer) putting up a blog!" And sure enough, he was. Then I woke up, the end.

My leg is broken...
Well, not really, I just can't sing, but Bordon once said that a singer without his voice is like a runner with a broken leg. Wise words there, I tell you what.

I'm a Counter Terrorist baby! Take the test and see what you are!