The Purple Pinup Guru Platform

When purple things are pulsating on your mind, I'm the one whose clock you want to clean. Aiding is Sparky, the Astral Plane Zen Pup Dog from his mountain stronghold on the Northernmost Island of the Happy Ninja Island chain, this blog will also act as a journal to my wacky antics at an entertainment company and the progress of my self published comic book, The Deposit Man which only appears when I damn well feel like it. Real Soon Now.

Thursday, March 04, 2004

THE SPIRIT OF FELLATIO

Little satire on a favorite Rush song of mine.

This is will be relatively short due to yet another shitload of work piled on my desk, which will require weekend overtime.

ITEM! Well, word came down that I will have be searching for new digs soon due to my landlady, The Dragon Lady selling the house that I've lived in for the past eight year into escrow, and I've got to find a place within two months or I'm up 'the dick up my ass' creek. I plan on staying in the San Fernando Valley area, specificallyin Sherman Oaks, Studio City or Toluca Lake - 'cause nowhere else is cooler or looks safer.

ITEM I caved in this week into buying some of the Yes Remasters-
I've been avoiding them, basically because I have almost the entire catalog on disk- but the last batch of Tormato, Drama, & 90125 have several unheard gems, particularily, the missing era of the 1979 Paris sessions - they were recordings that were recorded by Queen producer, Roy Thomas Baker before serious rifts occurred between singer Jon Anderson and Rick Wakeman with the rest of the band - and so came in the Buggles. It's the puzzle piece I've waited in all my Yes listening life.

ITEM! I will be doing reruns for the forseeable future, mostly my Deposit Man newsletters. I have a new one to send out to my mailing list, but it needs some serious tweaking- so in the meantime, I'm going to goof on myself and reprint things that I would be probably be embarrassed about.

ITEM!

Things I would love to talk about but can't due to time crunch.

Constantine wrap up.

Starsky & Hutch DVD.

Bill Clinton - Vice President?

That fight I go in with on a MTA bus with this fat douchebag who keeps sticking religious pamphets in my face.

Next time,

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Coat

Tuesday, March 02, 2004

THE RETURN OF THE FIFTEEN MINUTE RAMBLING RANT

I'm pissed off about a few things I hear day in day out through the news media and conservative talk shows hosts-
I don't know why I torture myself listening to it - but I guess deep down, we all hold some perverse delight in aural masochism-

1) I couldn't give a rat's ass about Iraq and the Iraqi people- I'm so sick and motherfucking tired of hear about Iraq - If you lowlife conservative fucks are so bent on rallying behind Diet Coke Dubya in perserving the occupation - why don't you all fucking move there- Buy a big fucking condo and enjoy desert life. I do not go to bed at night - thinking that some Iraqi is going to slice my throat because I know and you know - that the average Iraqi citizen CAN' T EVEN AFFORD TO FLY OUT TO THE USA - because the country is in fucking poverty- POVERTY - BROKE? GET IT?

2) SPOILER WARNING FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T SEEN THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST-

Jesus gets resurrected at the end. Why bother seeing it when you already know how it ends? Why is there a novelization in Border's when you can just pick up a King James Bible and find out all you want to know.

I'm personally looking forward to JESUS CHRIST SUPERMAN 2 when Jesus Christ has to face off against General Zod and the rest of his Phantom Zone cronies.

Well outta time - just wanted to sound off.

I got into another incident with one of those Jesus Freaks on a MTA bus last Friday- worth chronicling next time.

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Coat

Monday, March 01, 2004

MORE TITS AND MONSTERS

ITEM! Not much change from the last entry- with the exception that I just got word that the house I've been living in for the past eight or nine years is going into escrow and that I have to find a new place to live.

ITEM! Yeah, I'm still a little wigged out about that comic book writer/screenwriter tried to scarf a free copy of the Deposit Man in his vain quest to seek out 'properties' at the last APE show - no one out there who self publishes his or hers own book in the position of getting legal counsel. So this worries me that Hollywood leeches would fly all the way out to San Francisco and crash a show of this caliber just to rape us 'little beggers'

ITEM ! Larry and I are teaming up to produce a series of Betty Fusco, Angel Agent of G.A.B.R.I.E.L. for submission to Heavy Metal Magazine. The stories will run approximately 4 - 5 pages long. Larry is starting to paint the first one as of this very moment.
It's my usually rant on how female sex organs and politicans don't usually blend together- or something of that sort.

More Later.

Goddamn, I hate these time crunches.

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Coat