Going Rogue

December 3rd, 2011

A few months ago, I bought an iPad for my wife. W had been hinting for a while that she wanted one, and when I say “hinting,” I mean telling me every day to buy her an iPad or she was going to staple my lips as I slept.

And boy was she happy when I presented it to her. For one short moment in time, I was the guy on the white horse in the Old Spice commercials who could do no wrong. Immediately after opening the package, she logged on to Facebook and boasted, “My honey just bought me an iPad! Isn’t he the most wonderful, greatest, bla bla bla and best husband ever?”

Naturally, this did not go over well with any of the men in our inner circle of family and friends— The Brotherhood, as I like to call them. In fact, it was my brother-in-law, Sage, who promptly Faceblasted me for going rogue.

What is going rogue, you ask? Going rogue is buying or doing something so wonderful, thoughtful, bla bla bla for your wife, that it causes all the women of the inner circle to blurt to their husbands, “How come you don’t buy me no iPad!?” Read the rest of this entry »

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Re-reaffirming In God We Trust as the National Motto

November 17th, 2011

Rep. Randy Redundant (R-Va.)

On Nov. 1, Congress passed a non-binding resolution to reaffirm “In God We Trust” as the national motto.

There are two problems with this. The first, and most glaring, is that “In God We Trust” is a terrible motto. A proper national motto is something that’s agreeable to all citizens—a unifier—something like the Bahamas’ motto (Forward, Upward, Onward Together), or Equatorial Guinea’s (Unity, Peace, Justice), or Germany’s (Trying Real Hard Not to be Dicks Anymore).

The second, more problematic problem has nothing to do with the motto itself; rather, it’s the measure to affirm the motto. The resolution, sponsored by Rep J. Randy Forbes (R.Va), is “non-binding”—which means it can’t be passed into law or enforced in any way. It’s a purely symbolic, wildly pointless waste of resources at a time when the country is going to Purgatory on a pogo stick.

When I become king of the United States, the second thing I will do (right after chaining all the Wall Street canker-suckers to the dungeon floor and sprinkling rat-nip on their genitals) is pass a binding resolution that prohibits Congress from sponsoring non-binding resolutions.

Not only is working on this resolution a ludicrous waste of time on its own merit, but this non-binding resolution has actually been not-bound before—twice! It’s true. In God We Trust is already the official motto of the U.S. It was affirmed by Congress in 1956. Then it was reaffirmed in 2006 and re-reaffirmed three weeks ago, which raises two questions: How many times must something be affirmed before the affirmation sticks? And, why did Congress suddenly decide the motto needed re-reaffirming in the first place? Read the rest of this entry »

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Pulling Stastistics from your Ass
(Will marijuana consumption double or triple if legalized?)

November 2nd, 2011

Gallup recently reported that 50 percent of Americans are in favor of legalizing marijuana, while 46 percent remain opposed.

Well, doesn’t that just bubble my bongwater! For the first time, we can actually say that there are more rational, logical, free-thinkers in our society than idiot bovine who mindlessly devour the propaganda of the anti-fun fuddy-duddies who have lorded over our country for way too long.

Naturally, after Gallup released the report, all the anti-fun fuddy-duddies appeared on the cable news shows, rehashing their tired B.S. that marijuana is not a virtuous blossom grown from the mineral-rich soil of God’s green Earth, but that it’s a heinous pistillate fertilized in the hothouses of Hell with the blood and bone-bits of deflowered Girl Scouts.

OK, nobody quite put it that way, but there was an awful lot of fear-mongering, such as when David Evans of the Drug Free America Foundation told MSNBC’s Chris Jansing that “Marijuana use is going to double or triple” if made legal.

Don’t you hate when people make declarative, predictive statements about things that might happen when everybody knows that nobody knows what the future holds. Evans said that marijuana use is going to double or triple, not “I think it will” or “I believe it will” or “My gut feeling is that it will”– with “gut feeling” being an appropriate way to say it since double or triple is a statistic he clearly pulled from his anus. Actually, to retrieve such a ludicrous stat, he had to reach his arm beyond his anus—deep into the ravaged hinterland of his rectum, past the cold, crusty crevasse of his dying colon, up the snaky ravine of the intestines, where his fist waged an epic battle at the gates of the ileocecal valve (fiercely guarded by the Owls of Ga’Hole) and drilled into the slimy folds of the lumen, where poop and other poop-like matter (such as bogus statistics) are formed.

Double or triple? Please! There is no way of foretelling such complex matters of human behavior—especially when no one knows if legalization will cause the price of marijuana to rise or drop; or how much it would be taxed; or how much government regulation would be implemented; or how much, and what kind of, marketing will be permitted— which is why not a single, legitimate, scientific study has attempted to predict how much consumption will increase, if at all, and why Evans had no choice to but to retrieve that number from the recesses of his bowels. Read the rest of this entry »

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I’m Gay for Homosexuals
(A Lesbian Bridesmaid Responds to Accusations of Homophobia)

October 5th, 2011

Well, hoe-lee crap did my last column thwack a hornets nest or what?! The angry responses are still swarming in.

The column was called, “Sons of Lame-Archy.” In it, I razzed the concept of biker clubs and gangs. The part that caused the brouhaha was a digression in which I lamented that none of the gay biker-gang names I saw online had any of that queer flair I love so much, like—and I don’t mean to re-inflame—“Hell’s Anals, The Sodomites and The Mangols.”

I meant no offense. They were just the kind of flamboyant biker-club names that I thought celebrated homosexuality, the kind of gay-biker-gang names that said, “In your face, homophobe! We are no longer going to ride in the closet!” The kind of biker gangs I would join if I happened to be gay or even entice my hypothetical gay biker son to join when if he was old enough. Read the rest of this entry »

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Sons of Lame-archy

September 20th, 2011

I was zip, zip, zipping through Ocean Beach on my little, black and silver, 150-cc Lance Milan putt-putt motor scooter when I pulled alongside a real biker, dressed in full-blown biker-gang-guy regalia, leaning on his Harley waiting for the light to turn green.

We glanced at each other simultaneously. I nodded hello, and he—get this—laughed in my face. He looked at me, looked down at my bike—making a quick assessment about my manhood (which he identified as Level-7 Pussy)—looked back at me and laughed, out loud, real nasty-like. Then he turned away in disgust, as if a glob of bird shit had landed on my head and was dripping down my cheek.

It wasn’t a big deal, really. I know the score. Harley riders deplore scooter riders the way stand-up comedians deplore mimes. And pretty much everyone else older than 12 thinks scooters are a joke, too. Well, everyone older than 12 can suck on my skid marks! My ride is a beast. It goes zero to 60 in—well, actually, it doesn’t ever get to 60. But it can do 35, no problem—only takes a few minutes to get there. Then it’s zip-zip, putt-putt all over the place! Read the rest of this entry »

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Doing the Right Thing
(The day I discovered I was a heterosexual)

September 19th, 2011

From the Letters Department:

“Hey Ed, seems like you’re writing an awful lot about gay rights these days? People are starting to talk. Are you a queer?” –Jon

Not that it’s any of your business, Jon, but if I were gay you’d know it. I’d be proud of it. And I’d be good at it. I’d be the best damn gay in America. I’d bartend in all the hippest fem bars, wear all the crazy fem colors, say “You go, girl!” to all my fem friends and give these legendary blowjobs that’d make you go blind. Oh yes, Jon, if I were gay, you would know all about it.

I remember the day I discovered I was heterosexual.

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Armageddon of Queer
(Tearing the very fabric of society)

September 19th, 2011

“I don’t know of any society that has embraced sodomy and survived.”
Pat Robertson


Day 1 (Monday, March 27, 2018 ):

I noticed it the moment I awoke; a peculiar feeling that somehow the very fabric of our existence had been altered in some terrible, irreversible manner.

I dragged myself out of bed, walked to the front room, looked out the window, and couldn’t believe what I saw. The sky was black and orange, emergency vehicles whizzed by, a dozen or so stalks of smoke and flame billowed from upturned automobiles, and a dog was trotting down the street with a charred human leg between his foaming jaws.

I retrieved the newspaper and read the headline: Supreme Court Decision Allows Gays to Marry: Very fabric of society torn.”

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My Little Blackout Story

September 10th, 2011

Thursday, September 8, 2011 – The Great Southern California Power Outage.

Black Thursday

I was home when the lights went out, lost a little bit of work, but not a big deal. W. and I hung out by candlelight and listened to the transistor radio. It was pleasant and peaceful. Turns out we were fairly prepared. Lots of candles, lots of water, lots of batteries and flashlights and alternate sources of lighting. We even had internet. I have battery powered modem so, when W. went to bed, I watched Netflix on my iPhone. It was a thriller called House of 9 which I watched all the way up to the last 15 minutes of the dramatic conclusion, when the internet finally died.

So, there I was, awake and amped from the climax of a horror-thriller at about 10:30pm with nothing to do. So, I decided to take a walk down Newport Avenue just to see what was going on and maybe, with any luck, find a bar that was open. Read the rest of this entry »

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Shucking the Children of the Corn

September 8th, 2011

Vice President Joe Biden collected some trouble recently when he seemingly endorsed China’s controversial population-control policy during his visit there.

“Your [one-child-per-family] policy has been one which I fully understand,” he told the crowd. “I’m not second-guessing.”

It didn’t take long for his enemies to pile on, including House Speaker John Boehner, who said he was “deeply troubled” by Biden’s statement.

Doesn’t Boehner’s hyperbole make you wretch? He wasn’t just troubled by Biden’s remarks, see; he was deeply troubled—as if Boehner was pacing in his office all week, brooding about the apocalyptic effect the VP’s speech will have on our nation.

“The result being,” Biden continued, “that [China is] in a position where one wage earner will be taking care of four retired people. [It’s] not sustainable.”

Well, whaddaya know? Biden wasn’t endorsing it after all. Rather, he was making an economic argument over a moral one. Because, as Biden knows, when you attack someone’s morals, they become defensive and all progress comes to a halt. It’s called diplomacy. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Threat Against Letterman: Finally, a Fatwa We Can Get Behind!

August 24th, 2011

So, this week’s column is about the fatwa-like death threat against David Letterman for sayi—waaait a minute! What the hell is that!? Right there to the left? Is that my picture!?

Holy Kee-rist, what an abomination! It looks like the Harmony.com profile of a bovine-semen collector who inappropriately enjoys his job too much. And what is that extra fold of skin just beneath my left eyebrow? Is that eyelid fat!? Kee-rist in Heaven, where did that come from?

There are so many reasons why I can’t stand having my picture above my column, some of which have nothing to do with the fact that I am ugly and old. Here are the top five:

• No More Identity-Denying: Every now and then, a stranger will approach and ask, “Are you Ed Decker?” Sometimes I say “Yes” in spite of the possibility that the asker will stab me in the face for writing an unflattering missive about his sister’s vagina. Other times, I deny my identity—not necessarily because I fear the wrath of Sir Sister-Vagina-Avenger, but because there is a likelihood—especially if it’s a drunken bar encounter—that I will be subjected to an hour-long reprobation of my writing skills, and/or an impassioned sermon about all the things that are wrong with my political opinions, and/or a screed about why I should stop bashing religion, all of which will be followed by a request that I write about his “totally awesome band,” The Attention Whores. So, um, yeah, CityBeat, thanks for that.

• No More Fly on the Walling: One of my favorite life-moments is the rare occasion when I stumble upon somebody who is in the process of reading my column. I love that! The last time it happened was in a Mexican-food joint. A couple in their early 60s were sitting at a neighboring table, reading it together. They were taking turns pointing out certain parts and laughing. When finished, I embarked on my usual undercover ego-recon mission: “Pardon the interruption,” I said, “but what are you reading that’s so funny?” Read the rest of this entry »

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Drinking Buddy for Hire

August 3rd, 2011

I received this email from a reader in San Diego. It’s in response to a column I had written about losing my bartending job:

“Dear Ed, [I read] about this job in Norway or Iceland… where people hire drinking buddies for the night. Man, if you couldn’t swing this, no one could.”—William H.

The company to which William refers is called the Kind Fairy Agency out of the Ukraine. For about $18, they will hook you up with a drinking pal for the evening.

I do love this concept, but judging from the tone of the company’s press release, I’m not sure Kind Fairy is right for the job: “We are not trying to get people drunk deliberately,” says director Yulia Peeva. “Our main mission is [to provide] good, fruitful conversation.”

“… [W]hen I see that a client is relaxed,” says professional drinking buddy Gennady Maksimov, “I urge him to talk rather than drink more.”

Well, what the hell kind of drinking buddy company is this?! A true drinking partner doesn’t “urge” his buddy to drink less—unless, of course, he’s on the verge of talking shit to a table-full of soldiers of The Mongols motorcycle and murderers club.

And the “main mission” of any true drinking excursion isn’t “conversation.” The main mission is drinking. All that other stuff—talking about problems, exploring philosophical concepts, arm wrestling, picking up hotties, telling jokes, starting bar fights, closing business deals—whatever it is any two drinking buddies decide to do while they drink together—will vary from buddy to buddy. However, the one constant—the raison d’etre—of a having and being a drinking companion is drinking. Read the rest of this entry »

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Lightning Dolts

July 22nd, 2011

Imagine my delight when I read this headline on the Orlando Sentinel website:

“Lightning strike at Caylee memorial ‘could be a sign from the angels.’”

Apparently, a few hours after Judge Belvin Perry sentenced Casey Anthony to time served, lightning struck a 60-foot pine tree near where the body of Anthony’s daughter, Caylee, was found. It was also the spot where a makeshift memorial for the toddler had sprung up, with flowers and stuffed animals and whatnot. There were no witnesses to the actual lightning strike.

Naturally, the god-slobberers were all over this.

“Indeed this was God….” said a commenter on the Sentinel website.

“Goes to show ya what can happen when you play with the devil,” said another.

Tammy Vicino of Orlando said the lightning strike symbolizes “celestial justice for Caylee because ‘there was no justice here on Earth.’”

Then there was this poem, called “Lightning Struck a Tree Today,” with all of the author’s typos and gloriously atrocious grammar intact:

Lightning struck a tree today

near where they founr our dear Caylee

God & Angels both agree

that her mom, Cassey is guilty.

She then added, “Proceeds will go to Caylee.org,” which raises the question: Proceeds from what? Her anthology of “Vacuous Message Board Poetry (Volume 1: Select Infanticide Poems)”? Read the rest of this entry »

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Reading at Ducky Waddles

July 17th, 2011

Well, it’s that time again – time for another vicious bloodletting known as a spoken word performance. Whose blood will be spilled is to be determined – could be yours, could be mine.

Regardless, it is my honor and pleasure to read at the fabulous Ducky Waddles Emporium, located at 414 N. Coast Highway 101 in Encinitas (760-632 0488). The show is part of the ”Poetry Ruckus” series sponsored by Ruthless Hippies. Open mike begins at 7:15pm and I go on at 9pm. Tickets are free if you purchase a book, but if you don’t, well, it’s still free. (Clearly I need a new marketing plan).

Looking forward to drawing blood. Hope to see you there.

Ed

Barzilla image by David Lonteen

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Star Spangled Poem

July 7th, 2011


I love the Fourth of July. I am totally down with celebrating our country’s independence from British imperialism. The only thing I can’t stand about this particular holiday is the excessive playing of patriotic music.

Not that I have anything against patriot songs, as a concept—they just tend to be artless bursts of propaganda and often downright false. Now, it is true that sometimes I worry that I think this way about national anthems because my soul is a cold, black, petrified chunk of coughed-up lung cancer, but I just spent the last couple of days perusing the anthems of the world at Nationalanthems.info, and it confirmed my suspicions: Most national anthems are enormous pieces of patriotic caca.

You know how these things go: Every country is the best country. Every motherland is the most beautiful, inhabited by the bravest and most industrious people, who are loved by God more than anyone else. And they all have passages about opposing tyranny from other countries, which is funny when you think about it because, if all the countries are fighting tyranny, then which countries are doing the tyrannizing? Well, all of them, of course! Read the rest of this entry »

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House of Blues New Music Nights showcase cometh

July 6th, 2011

For those who have been following the House of Blues New Music Nights competition (powered by Sonicbids), the results are in: L.A.’s Brian Buckley Band took the most pledges. Congrats to them. All that’s left now is the best part – the showcase. Each of the participating House of Blues Venues (L.A., Las Vegas and San Diego) are showcasing three local bands followed by the Brian Buckley Band as a reward for receiving the most pledges. The San Diego showcase is going to be spectacular. It’s on July 11. We’ve got three excellent bands, hand-picked by the organizers of San Diego IndieFest, and me.

Here is my impression of each, based on their Sonicbids electronic press kits (EPKs).


theBREAX

San Diego is not really known for its hip-hop scene, but believe me, there is vibrant one bubbling just beneath the surface. And rising to the top of that scene is hip-hop and spoken word specialists, theBREAX, which has a sound, style and quality of production that set them above the rest.

Consisting of two former Baltimoreans and an Armenian refugee, theBREAX is instantly identifiable as the real deal. I couldn’t tell you who their influences are since I’m not—you know—them, but atop the ice cream sundae that is their music I hear plentiful sprinkles of Jurassic 5, Saul Williams, Black Sheep, Boogie Down Productions and Michael Franti.

What I like best about theBREAX—aside from their incandescent beats and the different cadences of the various lead vocalists— are the lyrics, which are smart and genuine and range between funny, serious, uplifting and angry–sometimes all in the same song (though not in the bad way).

On their EPK, they write that they, “decided to make music that could help change the world.” I find that choice of words to be refreshing because, unlike many hip-hop bands with “socially conscious content,” theBREAX are not so full of themselves as to believe their music will change the world, only that it could “help” change it, that it is part of a movement toward change and not the movement itself. I like that: high goals, moderate ego. I don’t often make lofty predictions, but I think these guys might go big, as in nationally big, which would be excellent because it would finally put San Diego hip-hop on the map.

P.S. The spoken word is kickass too! Read the rest of this entry »

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Fornication Designation
(Ranking our modern-day political sex scandals)

June 23rd, 2011

“They defended [Bill Clinton] for his indiscretions in office but want Anthony Weiner run out of town….”
 —Michael Medved

“What Weiner did was worse than what Larry Craig did. So, why shouldn’t he have to resign as well?”
—Commenter on USAtoday.com

There’s a lot of this going around. A lot of these scandalistas like to compare Congressmember Anthony Weiner’s debacle to other famous political sex scandals, to determine how much he should be despised and what should become of him. Of course, the comparisons are mostly partisan and lack uniformity, which is why I have developed the following formula—so that we can objectively discern whose sex scandals are worse than whose and where Weiner ranks among them.

For the purposes of this formula, each scandal category receives a point value between one and 10. For instance, Standard Adultery—the offense of (yawn) regular old cheating with a consenting adult—is worth one point. Add five points if the spouse is terminally ill. Add five Hypocrisy Points for any Bible-humping, family-values politicians caught fooling around; add another five Hypocrisy Points if a politically active opponent of gay rights is caught consorting with a member of the same sex. Tack on seven Corruption Points for any laws broken in relation to the affair (not counting the crime of adultery because that’s an idiotic law). Add seven points if it’s one of those creepy, non-consensual sexual exposer-type of transgressions (like whipping out your phallus during a private meeting with the president of the local NOW chapter). Make it 10 if he touches or gropes her private parts, un-consentingly.

For siring a love child, the points range from one to 10, depending on how the child was treated by the offender.

No points will be added for lying (everyone lies about sex, so it’s a wash) or if the affair is with a prostitute. Yes, I know, prostitution is illegal, but let’s be honest: Blowing politicians during lunch breaks so they can stay focused on running the country is why prostitutes were invented.

Now, with that formula in mind, let’s analyze some modern-day political sex scandals: Read the rest of this entry »

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Goodbye Fruit Flies

June 7th, 2011

Drawing by Jesse Egan

I’ve been serving booze in this town since 1985. That’s 26 years behind the plank. Truth is, I could have quit a long time ago, having parlayed other skills into a decent freelance business, but I really do love bartending, and believed I could do it forever.

Well forever came early last month, when I was informed by the powers that be that my services would no longer be needed.

Now, this is not going to be a screed against my former employers about how they could have fired such a hard working, honest, efficient, speedy and spectacular bartender (with handsome features and genius tendencies). They had their reasons, which I respect. For the record, though, I did nothing wrong, apart from the fact that I got older and the bar (710 Beach Club) got younger. In dating parlance, you could say that we had “grown apart.”

Indeed, the news of my unemployment came the day after my 49th birthday—a fact that has hit me pretty hard. Not because I’m getting old, per se (I typically don’t sweat birthdays), but because it probably means my bartending career has come to a close. I mean, let’s face it, in this economy, there aren’t that many bar openings available, and the ones worth having are going to the young and fun babetenders.

Well, polly wolly doodle if that don’t suck my nuts! Bartending has been a part of my identity for as long as I can remember having an identity. It’s how I know everybody I know, and that’s how everybody I know knows me. Christ, I haven’t worked at Winston’s Beach Club for 15 years, yet people still ask if I can get them on the guest list, which is really annoying because only friends have the right to request guest-list privileges, and if they were my fucking friends, they’d know that I haven’t worked at Winstons for 15 years.

But I digress. The point is, I’m not a bartender anymore, and it’s time to face the fact, time for closure. Hence this column, which is a bittersweet farewell (or good riddance) to the people and things that were part of my life for so long. For instance, I would like to send a heartfelt farewell to my former co-workers and bosses at 710 Beach Club. It’s been a brilliant 12 years. Thanks for all of them.

Farewell to my customers—regular or infrequent—who never gave me no guff. Your business was greatly appreciated.

To the sumptuous cosmo-metro mamas, the busty, blondie, beachy babes and the “Just-flew-in-from-Louisiana” Susyannas—who grinded each other’s pelvises on the dance floor in a Technicolor, quasi-lesbo grope-show—fare thee well, my fairy fays. Read the rest of this entry »

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House of Blues New Music Nights Update

June 6th, 2011

Hey all, good news regarding the House of Blues New Music Nights competition. As many of you know, House of Blues is running a three-city music showcase competition (If this is the first you are hearing about this, click here). What you didn’t know is that San Diego’s premier hip-hop outfit, theBREAX, is currently in first place, with Los Angeles’s Brian Buckley Band in hot pursuit at second.

So those of you who haven’t already, we implore you to jump over to the New Music Nights site and push theBREAX over the top with your pledge. They’re great and they deserve it. Deadline is June 8 so hip-hop to it.

Ed

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Miracle Snobs
(She was watching the tortillas)

May 25th, 2011

Giant poster of Pope Paul II at Vatican

As many of you know, I was in Italy with family recently, and happened to be at the Vatican while they were gearing up for the heavily anticipated beatification ceremony of Pope John Paul II.

What a spectacle!

Beatification is the last stage before canonization, which is when a particular holy-person is recognized as a saint. To be beatified, the Holy-Person-in-Question (HPQ) must have performed a Vatican-approved, posthumous miracle. Then the HPQ must perform a second miracle to be canonized.

The first miracle has already happened. A Parkinson’s beleaguered nun prayed directly to Deucey (my pet name for Paul II) and lo, was her disease promptly cured. The alleged miracle was investigated by the Vatican’s top theological and, ahem, medical experts and approved by current pope Benedict XVI, leaving Deucey to perform only one more miracle—which explains why your devout Catholic grandmother constantly keeps checking the back of her tortillas.

It is important to note that this process does not make the HPQ a saint. It merely recognizes that they have always been one, that God deemed them a saint a looong time ago, before they were born probably, and I gotta say, if I were an un-canonized saint—chilling beside the pool at God’s palace, trying to enjoy my ambrosia margarita while all these Vatican assworms were demanding I show them a second miracle, I would jump down onto the dome of St. Peter’s and say, “Listen up pissants! I’ll show you as many miracles as I freaking feel like showing!” Read the rest of this entry »

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New Music Nights (Pledge Drive Begins!)

May 24th, 2011

 

Hey all! I’m happy to announce that Danielle, Alicia and I have selected the three bands for House of Blues New Music Nights and that the pledge drive for these bands has officially opened.

For those in the dark, last month, House of Blues issued a call for local bands to apply (using Sonicbids) for an upcoming concert series called New Music Nights.

This was done in three cities: Los Angeles, Las Vegas and San Diego. For the San Diego chapter, they charged Danielle LoPresti, Alicia Champion (of SD IndieFest fame)  and me to read and listen to the submitted press kits and choose the best three. Well that process has been completed and the three bands we selected are featured on the New Music Nights Website (along with the six bands from the other two markets).

Here’s where you come in. If you are a fan of any of these groups, or simply a fan of San Diego music in general, you can visit the website, listen to the three bands, and “pledge” to see them play at the House of Blues on July 11. By pledging, fans will receive a $5 coupon off the $10 show. The band with the most fan pledges wins the right to play at all three, previously mentioned HOB venues, plus a $1000 dollar travel stipend. The deadline for pledging is June 8 so hop-to-it. The more San Diegans we can inspire to pledge, the higher the chance a San Diego band will win. Deadline for pledging is June 8. As further incentive, Danielle, Alicia and I will be at the July 11 show giving away tickets to upcoming House of Blues shows.

Voting is simple. . . Read the rest of this entry »

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