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So there’s this thing called The Facebook. It’s like any other social networking site, except it’s been designed exclusively for students. In order to gain membership you must have an email account from a participating institution. After that little hazing, it’s really no different than Friendster (except perhaps for the slightly less-than-overwhelming number of Asians). Boring right?

Well there is every once in a while, a glint of brilliance from the mound of crap that is the Internet. In this case it takes the form of a dedication to one of Hip Hop’s premier icons. Needless to say I am exceedingly proud that my brother is a member of this special collective. The photo below is proof that you can still ‘find the funny’ on the web.

Here we have another installment of the STAFF COMMUNICATION LOG:

27 APR 05

The ducks swim calmly, but the elderly whine endlessly about water temperatures. Nevermind all that shit though, because the wolves are growling deep in my stomach…they’re hungry for blood…Los Charros blood.

I’ll fight with my fists and fingernails until the fools at the bar of genius have had their fill. God help me, and God help Harold.

This entry should have been longer, as the day featured multiple attacks from the elderly, and those sort of things are always deserving of extreme detail.

Joss Whedon made a fantastic show a while back called Firefly. This show was a brilliant space cowboy serial with the classic dialogue flair that is Whedon’s trademark from Buffy and Angel.

Firefly was picked up by Fox, and in predictable Fox fashion, they fcuked the show sideways. The episodes were aired out of order, with the character/story-establishing pilot last. And let’s not forget that Firefly’s time-slot jumped around quicker than a coked up squirrel.

Well the show managed to make it to DVD even after Fox put the final nail in the television coffin, and the sales were so successful and the audience outcry so loud, Whedon managed to role up the show to feature courtesy of Universal. 100% of the cast was retained, and the story-line looks to pick up where the serial left off.

So everyone get psyched for 30 September. It feels good to know that they’ll be another shot in the arm for the sci-fi geeks after EP3 slaps us all silly.

Watch the trailer.

I’m currently life-guarding an empty pool, and thus I am confronted with doing menial tasks like taking phone messages and checking the membership cards of the elderly. While I sit here in the guard hut, I casually page through the STAFF COMMUNICATION LOG.

Such a big name really doesn’t do justice to the purple-backed spiral notebook, which seems to be full of things like, “…pool needs to be vacuumed…sit facing the pool…PM guards turn off the locker room heaters!” As you can see, this is extremely important information and all us guards do well to read it daily.

It should also be obvious that I felt compelled to add my own moments of wisdom and reflection to this log, so without further ado I give you a peek inside the Greenmeadow STAFF COMMUNICATION LOG:

26 APR 05

LIKE horatio alger, i came west to this place in search of something magical…something terrifying. Anything this pool could offer would be an improvement over the oppressive state of heat and mexico that is mountain view.

WAS i wrong to think my demons would leave me at the border?! foolish to pin my hopes of psychological peace on a little sunscreen and the acrid smell of chlorine and duckshit? and the lawn chairs on the concrete like groups of silly polish supermodels on ecstasy, lying around mocking authority…even decency.

BUT as if by papal decry, pecan pie smiles at me from inside the cold tundra of the refrigerator. someone’s fork, still crusted with pieces of a final bite before death, is a useless defense as i tear through the nutty goodness and run into the light once more…

So over the last 48 hours, PDN and I have seen The Wildbunch twice! Wednesday at San Francisco’s Independent was the scene of the first show, and it was fantastic. When Goober and the Carrots were done with their set they broke down their own gear, which earned them some serious points. Then While the other Cure rip-off act played, we got to talk to Dick Valentine, as well as get his autograph and the signatures of him and the guitarist of The Sex Stars of 1977.

Yesterday we got in the car in Mountain View after fueling, oiling, and soaping up PDN’s Scoobie wagon and hit 101 south like a ton of bricks aimed straight for The Street Girls. Hours later we dropped the car in UCLA and caught a cab to El Rey theater (that’s Spanish for ‘The Rey.’) on Wilshire. Inside we met ESJ and her friend right before Mutual of Omaha’s Wildbunch fired up their axes. The second show was amazing, with the same fantastic on-stage antics as the previous night. Black Guy played their hearts out, and after mentioning the next night’s gig in San Juan Capistrano, Detroit Pythons played a 2.5 song encore to close out the night.

All told it was one of the most entertaining nights in Rock n’ Roll history. Fuxedo is one of the greatest acts of their time.