Rodrigo and Lady GaGabriela

Alright so, I'm just gonna go ahead and throw this out there. Lady Gaga is f-wording weird! I just watched her hang herself on the 2009 MTV VMA's and found it quite alarming. The reason I find this to be so bold is because of something that happened here in my hometown a few years back. Apparently some people, when they are handling, well, handling themselves lets say. You know... Punching the goose? Anyway, when some people go to funky-town with themselves, they also feel the need to choke themselves to the point of almost passing out, somehow timing this with their climax. It's called auto-erotic asphyxiation.

About 3 years ago a kid that was a senior in high school here in my hometown was into this sort of thing and was gettin' the goose while he was choking himself out with his belt. He slipped and fell which in turn made it unable for him to get the belt off of his neck and he choked to death. His parents were the ones who found him, hanging there, naked and dead. Now let me clarify something, I'm a very silly person who likes to laugh a lot, but I am not making light of this situation in that regard at all. I didn't even know these people but my heart still goes out to this kid's family. I am being very serious.

Anyways, what I'm getting at is what if that kid who died, what if his parents saw that image of Lady Gaga hanging from the rafters with blood all over her face and neck? I hope they didn't see it, but still, anyone who would hang themselves in front of the whole nation watching on the tele has a few screws loose. But no one is perfect, and I'm no exception.

On a happier note, one of my favorite recording artists just released a new album. Rodrigo Y Gabriela. They are from Mexico City, so the "Y" means "and" in English for all you non-linguals. The album is called 11:11 which if you know me, you know that also alarms me. One glove! Big up ya'selves.

Hypotenuse High-Five Squared

1st blog. Well, if you want to be a dick about it, I actually started to write a blog on Myspace. It was for the most part and pretty much terrible though, I'll give you that. Everytime I decided to write about anything, it was after I had ingested copious amounts of alcohol, and was more mad than shit is about being shit.

So, by starting all of this (blogging thanks to a friend's persuasion of course) I intend to rewrite the history, of this life at the least. Not always are we given a chance to openly print our lives in text, or something to that degree.

By doing so, I DO think it would be a grandiose decision for one to put a selection of one's glass stemware full of seashells on your desk at work. It both says, I like to drink, and do it at the beach. And das' how we do thangs...