Friday, August 27, 2004
Another Love Letter!
Love Letters To Lazlo!
Dear Lazlo, I Love the music you play in the afternoon and i find you and slimfast comical at times. There is however something wrong with you people, i find most of your beliefs to be wrong and clearly derogatory to your so called beliefs. If i am correct you have said on prevous broad casts that you are in fact a man who believes in GOD, as a man that believes in GOD you also should believe that the bible is the written word of GOD. Therefore also believing what is in the word. What is in the word;Dondemnation of homosexuality. Therefore it is my belief that you are either very confused or you are indeed liar and you need to be removed from the radio industry. Do you realize the filth and wrong things you are teaching the youth of today. If you realize it or not you are teaching these kids every day to do drugs, have premarital sex, disobey their parents,and become homosexuals. All of these things are clearly condemed in the bible.So i hope you think long and hard about what you say because if you dont, you may find yourself very unhappy. Have a nice day.
Sincearly MR.Peek
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Does it make me weird when I watch girls gymnastics? It makes me feel weird.
Has anyone been watching the Olympics??? I have and I think I may be alone on this. If anybody else was watching I'm sure people would have asked these questions.
Why is the entire South African squad white? Apartheid is gone .Time to implement Affirmative Action.
Ironic or no??? Middle Eastern Athletes seem to be very good at games that include shooting....
Did you watch women's weightlifting??? What the fuck is going on in China?? We need to keep an eye on them. If they are building women like that I think G.W. should look into a preemptive strike.
Why can we see the acropolis and buildings that were built 2000 b.c.. Have proof of the first recorded Olympic games at Mt. Olympus but no one can prove any thing in the bible?
Here is my last question.
Your an American....You have been training your entire life for that one moment....That one moment when you will be crowned in history. You will rise to the occasion. You will defeat other countries in a peaceful combat and bring honor to not only yourself but your country on the worlds largest stage.....And you can't remember the national anthem?
How many times have you seen an American get up on the Gold medal box and mumble words under their breath like some drunk frat boy at a Sonic Youth concert?? And hey camera man. You can see the kid is struggling. Do you really need to do a close up on his lips?
If you are in training right now...You know... Doing your thing getting ready to make your friends and girlfriend proud in front of a sea of people may I be of some assitance? Give it 100%
I can never forget you
the way you rock the girlsthey move a world and love you
a blast in the underworldI stick a knife in my head
thinking 'bout your eyesbut now that you been shot dead
I've got a new surprise
I been waitin' for you just to say he's off to check his mind
but all I know is you got no money
but that's got nothing to do with a good time
can you forgive the boy who -
shot you in the head
or should you get a gun and
go and get revenge?
a 100% of my love -
up to you true star
it's hard to believe you took off
I always thought you'd go far
but I've been around the world a million times
and all you men are slime
it's goin' to my head, goodbye
I am deadwastewood rockers is time for cryin', hey!
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Working For The Man
There was a question posed in the forums. It was simple but got me thinking.
The question was "what was your first job"?
There was also something written in the forums about people despising their jobs.
It got me thinking. Jobs...How many have I had???
My first job was a paper route. I was fucking awful at that. I would throw the papers at the porch while listening to The Smiths on a little red knock off walkman.
Fucking papers in the shrubbery. I would have to go collect(remember that shit before the internet and pre paying?) fucking terrible. Assholes never wanted to give me money because their fucking fish wrap was lodged between some Roses bushes. That didn't last long.
I than moved on to dishwasher. I was the only the one ,by my eyes, that wasn't mentally handicapped (save the joke). I'm 14 working with retarded kids. Not a great way to meet girls. Certainly not impressive to the fairly decent looking white trash waitress I would run home and pleasure myself too while thinking about her brown uniform and orthopedic lunch lady shoes. God Damn I loved her. Joanna if your reading this. Don't feel bad for me....I'm not retarded!!!!
The job search never got better. I planted flowers for about 20 minutes one summer. I realized manual labor was not my bag. I fucking hate yard work to this day. Fuck flowers. Fuck anything that smells good. Fuck the color Green. I am not an environmentalist.
I was a cook at an Old Country Buffet(read about second job).
I was a shoe rapairmen for a while...Well, for a couple of weeks. I took the job only because I wanted to tell my dad that I had fulfilled my goals. There is something about telling your Dad your a cobbler.
A&W. That was a good job.
The Navy. 2 years in Iraq. What a terrible way to spend your early 20's.
I worked construction for years while going to school. I worked with a bunch of guys who were really big into the church. Everyday I would come in hung over and they would talk to me about my sin. That was at the height of my drinking and drug problem. I had a girlfriend just as fucked up as me. Plenty of debauchery to talk about. Needless to say they didn't save me. I did get them to go to the strip the bar with me though. They seemed very uncomfortable. What kind of GOD would make a man feel uncomfortable at a strip bar?
I somehow ended up in radio.It's a fun story and I will tell it soon. It may surprise you where I started and what it took to get here.
I will say this....Nothing has prepared me for a job in radio like jobs 2 and 4.
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm miserable now
In my life
Why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die ?
Two lovers entwined pass me by
And heaven knows I'm miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm miserable now
In my life
Oh, why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die ?
What she asked of me at the end of the day
Caligula would have blushed
"You've been in the house too long" she said
And I (naturally) fled
In my lifeWhy do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye ?
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now
"You've been in the house too long" she said
And I (naturally) fled
In my life
Why do I give valuable timeTo people who don't care if I live or die ?
Sunday, August 08, 2004
Vacation
I just got back from vacation. A trip to see my entire family in South Florida. It was my Dad's 60th Birthday.
Always interesting staying with your parents during election season. See, my dad is a Republican. He says he is an independent but when pressed he will admit he has never voted for any other party besides the Grand Old one. My mom says she voted for JFK but I have my doubts.
Me and my dad talked a little politics over coffee and cigarettes. He is against gay Marriage. Interesting though, he is just against giving gays the word marriage. He wants civil unions. "Let them call it something else". The word marriage is sacred he explained to me. When I reminded him that we have gone to church a total of five times together as a family, it didn't seem to sway his thought pattern. I also reminded him that mom was divorced before she married him. He quickly changed the subject.
He also told me the world was better off with Saddam gone. He knew Bush lied about W.M.D.'s but that wasn't the point.
He didn't like John Kerry because John Kerry protested the Vietnam War. A war my dad served in. When I reminded him that John Kerry also served in that war he shrugged it off. I also brought up the fact that George Bush was somewhere off in Alabama during the time my dad served in Vietnam and Dick Cheney somehow got five deferments. He decided to talk about where the best spot to go fishing was that afternoon.
We talked about economics. The Clinton economy compared to the book end Bush debacles. He hates Clinton because SLICK WILLIE(his words...Not mine) got his dick sucked(my words not his).
We talked and talked and talked.
Why am I telling you this story? It's simple.
REGISTER and than VOTE.
18-34 year old people are the least represented demographic in the booth.
Why are we so under represented? I don't know.
I did learn something in my week with my father. He is not smarter than me. He has a right to his opinions they are just not mine.
The most represented demographic in the booth? 55 plus.
I personally am tired of having Presidents in office because my Dad said so.
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