Wow. We sure drank a lot last night. The best part was, no one had to spend a single dollar on alcohol. You’d be amazed at how drunk five or six people can get simply by mixing gross combinations of booze into their drinking game (three or four different beers – sometimes mixed together, rum, 20-year-old whisky, 26-year-old scotch, red wine – sometimes mixed together). Everyone was pretty silly by about 2am.
Which brings me to my next point: I couldn’t leave this morning. I realized last night I hadn’t packed a single item into my car, and I was slightly slow to wake up this morning. Today has been devoted to packing. I’ve got all my bedding and personal items stowed away, and I’m slowly getting my clothes together. Whatever leftover room I have in the car will be dedicated to guitars, records, and stereo equipment. Sadly, I might have to leave some valuable items here. Tomorrow morning will begin my farewell voyage from New Jersey. When I will return, who knows! It could be five months, it could be never. Tomorrow night I should be in Kentucky, then Oklahoma, then Texas, then New Mexico, then Arizona, and finally California. The way I mapped it takes seven days, but I think I can do better than that. As always, I’ll update from the road when possible with pictures, and stories, and playlists, and all that crap no one cares about.
Now here’s the news:
• Some MORON paid $240K for The Edge’s “prized” Gibson Les Paul guitar, and some RETARD paid $20K for a pair of Bono’s sunglasses. You have no idea how badly I feel for the IDIOT that wanted a pair of Bono’s sunglasses. That’s like paying for hair clippings from a monkey’s ass. It’s impossible to tell just how much Bono’s sunglasses are really worth, but if I were appraising them, I’d be sure to mention that they’re about as valuable as used toilet paper. Bono is scum. [story]
• Do you still harbor dreams of bringing down the system? Now you can be as subversive as you want, while still maintaining a shred of aloofness by wearing Molecule t-shirts. They’ve got t-shirts that proudly display the molecular structures of everything from alcohol to roofies to Dilaudid! And no one will have any idea what the hell your shirt means. Is it ironic? I don’t know. Is it cool? Not really. Are you going to buy one? I didn’t. [link]
• Unfortunately, the RIAA won a favorable decision this week, and defiant University of Wisconsin-Madison officials who refused to release the information regarding music “pirates” must now deliver the names associated with the IP addresses accused of illegal music sharing. Hopefully those 53 names will lawyer up and continue to fight the industry, like the folks involved in Atlantic v. Andersen, whose counterclaim states the RIAA was responsible for electronic trespass, violation of the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act, invasion of privacy, fraud, negligent misrepresentation, the tort of Outrage, Deceptive Business Practices under Oregon Trade Practices Act, and Oregon RICO. Good luck, Andersen.In another despicable move, the RIAA secretly went to court in Denver and tried to get a ruling that said they wouldn’t need a court order to get subscriber info from ISPs. The judge declined to rule.
• In a week in which I battled bees seemingly at every turn, came a related story about the relationship between cell phone radiation and bee extinction. Some UK scientists were theorizing that our phones interfere with bee navigation systems, preventing them from finding their way home. And, as we all know, a disappearance of bees means an inability to pollinate crops (subscription required) says the NYT. Now it seems like experts have discovered what’s killing the bees. A fungus. Maybe. It might be a fungus. Who knows, really. Do we really only have forty years left to live? [story]
He did the mash, and now he’s dead. So long, Bobby “Boris” Picket! [story]
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