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i saw sly stone last night. he was two hours late and crazier than brian wilson, but he ruled and i'm very glad i saw him play. friday i had a screen test for my whaler movie. vern wanted to make sure i could act and, low and behold, i found out i could. thusly, i am now a whaler. my next goal is rick dubois.

in other news, we've put a few rio bravo tunes up on the myspace. i am happy with them, though it is now time to start on blonde beards and black panthers part duex.

i think that's it. we spent a lot of time trying to stay out of the sun and keep jack happy. he's sleeping now, so i think we may've won the battle. maybe.

i'm going to go write something fun on the hobosoul site now.

...lastly... i think i know funny, and i know everybody likes flight of the concords, and in the past i've said i liked them out of thinking i should... but i've come to the realization that they are as funny as margaret cho and good burger the movie's baby. they are about as funny as if family guy and margaret cho had a baby that was delivered by a doctor who was the movie good burger during an episode of friends while the people on friends watched the movie mad money and ate blood sausage while reading bill plaschke write about why he likes oil rubs from juan pierre.

i also almost got in my first fight last night by yelling at a man who was saying bad things about sly.