Dear Gwen Stefani,

Dear Gwen baby,
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE go back to No Doubt!! I realize you may think your solo career is going great. If you measure it in volume of record sales and radio play, sure its going pretty well but what you don't realize is that you have written(or at least "sang") on 2 of the worst songs in american history...nay! world history. "You want it like that, you got it like that." That is superb lyric writing, and lets not forget how you pretend to be jewel and yodel on your newest single. Jewel is hot, you are not, jewel can yodle and again, you can not. If it is of any help, I used to think "Fergalicious"was the worst song in the history of all music until you started to yodel. Please give it up, take your money and go home to gavin rossdale and put on some flannel and rekindle his love for awesomely bad wannabe nirvana songs so he can write the next Bush record. My condolences to both of your careers.

random thoughts...

1- Our president is going to find himself kissing some democratic ass for the next 2 years and i'm really excited for that.

2- The new scissor sisters record is sick.

3- Im going to be a stock broker so i'm going to have to get a bmw in order to fit in.

4- I know i'm late but Halloween is grossly over-rated.

5- sex,drugs, and cocoa puffs....stull an amazing and hilarious book. heres an excerpt:

"You're missing the point," she said. "What you're saying makes sense in theory, but not in practice. You're trying to compare apples and oranges."

"Why do you keep saying that?" he asked in response. "Apples and oranges aren't that different, really. I mean, they're both fruit. Their weight is extremely similar. They both contain acidic elements. They're both roughly spherical. They serve the same social purpose. With the possible exception of a tangerine, I can't think of anything more similar to an orange than an apple. If I was having lunch with a man who was eating an apple and -- while I was looking away -- he replaced that apple with an orange, I doubt I'd even notice. So how is this a metaphor for difference? I could understand if you said, 'That's like comparing apples and uranium,' or 'That's like comparing apples with baby wolverines,' or 'That's like comparing apples with the early work of Raymond Carver,' or 'That's like comparing apples with hermaphroditic ground sloths.' Those would all be valid examples of profound disparity. But not apples and oranges. In every meaningful way, they're virtually identical."

"You're missing the point," she said again, this time for different reasons."

6- Bedtime.

frustration

When you look on a website featuring movie showtimes ie., fandango.com and/or moviefone.com and you see that there is a midnight showing of the nightmare before christmas in 3D at Jersey Gardens mall (30 min. from home) and you drive there to find out the theater is closed, and there is no midnight showing, it is frustrating.

a day in the city

Dee, meri, Becca, Richie, and myself went to the city for a fun filled day. The museum of natural history is still an amazing place with lots of fun stuff to do and see. Didnt get to the gigantic whale hanging off the ceiling though. Then rain, wetness, rain, rain, wetness, rain, wetness,wetness and so on. Met up with jay, and a nice dinner in little italy was swapped for burgers at fridays in times square and wine was swapped for beer(my preference anyway). More rain, wetness, rain, rain then to under the influence of giants at rebel where we met up with mike and rita. Jay went home because he's a sleepy bitch. Pretty small place but intimate shows are always the best anyway. More rain, met the band and manager and they were all very cool. pictures.

the story of my saturday night

beer, jager, shots, pot, hot tub, becca beating on people, karaoke, dee beating on herself with a microphone and talking about it for an hour, more beer, more jager, more beer, more beer, more pot, getting a public service announcement by dee on microphone safety on tape, more beer, shots, spitz and fruit punch, jay and my mom's mickey mouse birthday hat. So describes my saturday night.

p.s. It used to come so easy.

I am cursed and blessed under the same breath. If its not a big deal, ill make it so to please anyone. I fucking love it.

Amazing

A beautiful video for a beautiful song.



p.s. I love games.

Dear Gravity...

Dear Gravity,
I am writing this letter to you on my friend Rita's behalf. Please give this girl a break!! She deserves not to endure your wrath, so whenever you see her hanging around with water, please just overlook her and move on to your next victim. Thank you for your time and patience.

Sincerely Yours,
Russ

BEER-B-PONG!!!!(click for pics)

The Snackulator

The "Snackulator"

p.s. Cingular should die

So.....after being completely gung ho about starting up a blog a little over a year ago in order to share my thoughts, views, rants, and raves, something happened and I lost interest. Entries became few and far between and as of Sept of '05, the blog was dead. Shocker. Here is the return of the Russ to the bloggish bloggish bone.
Where to begin? A lot has happened since last September. I grew a little, gained a little, lost a little, almost lost my job(a few times but its time to move on anyway), became a lot more single and as a result I am a much happier person. I got some toys with lots of flashy buttons so I can spend time(most of it) locked in my room recording my music, made some new friends and here I am.
I bought an electronic drum kit last week which in theory should make it easier to record my drum tracks instead of sitting on a keyboard recording one drum at a time. My old drum kit is FOR SALE ON EBAY so if anyone other than my logs onto this site and wants some drums, feel free to place a bid. Lots more entries and pics to come......