U.N.K.L.E.

Yeah, I haven't blogged in a long time. So to make up for it, here's a ton of photos from around the time I last blogged until now including pictures of band Monotonix, some kid sleeping on a football field, Robin Leech's ear, a pissed Miss U.S.A. contestant and a number of images from both Spring Valley Ranch and from the accident scene that took the life of a Metro Cop last week. I'll be heading to the funeral tomorrow, so maybe I'll have some photos of that. Enjoy, oh yeah, and leave comments!

-A

State of the Nation

Indie Rock Standard Message

It's been a little more than a month since my regular source of income was all-but eliminated thanks to the contracting market that is intelligent journalism. In the last month, I've done more things randomly than I've ever done before. Here's a list of stuff I've done and some numbers I've been keeping mentally to reflect the unemployed life

4: Number of times I've randomly gone on walks in the park
1: Number of times I've visited the Springs Preserve
30 +: Number of resumes I've sent out to potential employers in the last month
2: Number of interviews I've gotten so far
>8: Hours per night I sleep after unemployment
5.6: Number of hours I slept before unemployment
1: Number of times I've watched "Regis and Kelly" on morning TV
4.5: Number of hours I drove for an interview
3: Times a day I check job sites like MediaBistro, Journalism Jobs, or CraigsList looking for work
6.7: Average BAC after 6 p.m. on a weekday
1 Hour and 45 Minutes: Time I spent waiting on phone line with Unemployment
2 Weeks: Time I have to wait until I complete an interview to see if I'm eligible for benefits
14: Random quotes I've picked up from "King of the Hill" and begun using in daily life
72: Weeks I get unemployment for
2010: Nearest estimated time the economy is suppose to recover
3,000+: Number of reported journalism jobs cut already this year.
20: Theoretical band names I've come up with for no good reason except to save their names on MySpace in case a band with that name gets famous
1: Number of times I forgot why exactly I was compiling these numbers in the first place

That's all I have now. Photo post tomorrow, I promise.

Execute the brutes!

Yeah, I never made it to Kristy Totten's Buckhunter Deathmatch 2009 because of a cold, but here's a picture of her absolute domination. That disembodied head was later given to her as a memento to her both scary, and totally awesome abilities as a Bunkhunter champion and a totally rockin' broad.

-A

Junk Food Review: Vol. 2 - The Del Taco in Barstow

Legend has it that one time, millions of years ago, three angels came down from the Heavens for some totally awesome Godly smite against the Moores or something. Anyways when they were totally done kicking non-Christian ass, they were hungry, so they created the saint of Del Taco. But they had to create Del Taco somewhere pure and un-touched ... so they chose Yermo California and instead waited until sometime in the 1960s to make it. Since then, Del Taco has become the unparralleled leader of the fast food mexican world (at least in the West) and continues to do so. Anyways that store in Yermo closed, but the second store ever built still stands, and it stands in the awesome road-stop on the way to L.A. town known as Barstow. This little Del Taco is known by fast food enthusiaists as the best D.T. of all in the chain, so on my way home from an L.A. job interview I took an opportunity to eat at this haven for heart attack-inducing food.
I had actually been to it once before on my way to an Akron/Family concert and remembered that just two hard-shelled tacos were so filled with meat and so delicious, hippy music just sounded thus much better. So yesterday I had the same thing ... and it was glorious.

Two huge tortillas stuffed with chicken, cheese, lettuce and whole, fresh tomato slices put these two tacos up there with your average taqueria shop tacos and then some. And the service of the employees was friendly, the restaurant clean and totally the near 100 percent opposite of nearly every other Del Taco on earth.

Not only that, but I got out of the restaurant only spending a little under $3. Now that's a winner, regardless of whatever economic fuckatude is going on at the moment.
So yeah, thank Saint Del Taco and those angels for the best god damn Del Taco ever and if you're driving to L.A., stop and eat here or you might as well deserve the E.Coli you may get from some place like the Mad Greek or Rosie's Diner.

Tomorrow (or tonight), highlights from Kristy Totten's Buckhunter Challenge 2009!

Hank. Help, the molds gotten in!

Only two today. Sorry, but don't you have something better to do that read this?!

Over, and over, and over, and over.

Here's that picturelicious post I've been promising but putting off since the inherent chaos of moving has placed me in a constant state of mental fatigue. Ok, enough about me, photo time.





There's soo going to be more pictures. But while you're looking at my shit, please be sure to head over to the Las Vegas Weekly Web site and read my cool-ass story on punk rock radio on the A.M. dial.