Well, I finally found my ASP solution for this site in BlogWorks. I am new looking to get a different layout, something a little more… spacious, with regards to the right bar. It’s hard to explain. Look at the uppity-negro.com site for an example of what I like. Also FreonTech. I dunno. I’m working on it.

It appears I have another reader, at least a one-time reader, in my buddy Michael. He commented on my grammar in one of the posts. My grammar. “It looks pretty neat. I wish I had a website I update often,” followed by “[a quote from An Itch to Scratch] – is that a correct sentence?” Is my sentence structure here of the utmost importance? Especially given all the stuff I have written about him? I proofread my entries here about twice before posting, not nearly enough to catch everything, but really it’s to check for huge guffaws and incoherence. Maybe he just wanted to point out that he was carefully…

Yes, I am an O.G.T. I admit it. That’s an Old Gangsta Tool for the unitiated. When I first became interested in rock music back in the sixth grade (1996), it was just in time for “Stinkfist” to be played everywhere on the radio and as “Track #1” on MTV. That video made me spit out my rather meaty dinner when I first saw it, by the way. I also sat in a stupor for the entire 4+ minutes, moved as I had never been by music. Who was this “Tool” group anyway, and what was up with that geetar and that man’s voice? No other band’s music can do…

I just read my post from this morning in the light of a new day and a few hours sleep and work. I think it may seem a little more bitter to the innocent bystander than I intended it to be. I was in a weird mood last night, and was listening to odd music that got my blood flowing (“Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin'” by Michael Jackson). Even so, I don’t feel sorry for some of the potentially offensive things I wrote. If my viewpoints bother you, tough cookies, and if my own viewpoints bother me, I have some major issues to work out. Neither of which involves dimming down…

I just got home from work (a seven hour shift, which is long for the theater at which I work), and I’m blasting Michael Jackson’s Greatest Hits, Vol. 1 on headphones (“Wanna be startin’ somethin’ / You gotta be startin’ somethin’…”) and feeling like I want to write. So here I am. Waxing poetic. I want to rant about people a little. As anyone who works in a service or retail job knows, people suck. This is augmented for me by the fact that I don’t like people, my smile always feels fake, and I loathe ghetto trash and trailer trash. (And who comes to a discount theater?) Although I…