Gonzo has left the house!

I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity, to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.”

—Hunter S. Thompson

While I’m sure that the entire (un)civilized world already knows this, self-styled Gonzo Journalist Hunter S. Thompson (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas) has apparently shot himself in the head on Feb 21, 2005 at the ripe young age of 67. Personally I find myself a tad behind the curve on this one. I recall seeing an image of Thompson on TV the other night, as I was dozing in front of my set, and then thinking about looking him up on the Net when I got into work the next day.

I have to admit, that I was quite taken aback by the news. Truth to tell, I’m not entirely certain if I ever actually read anything that Hunter wrote, but I can’t seem to shake this deep-seated sense of loss over his untimely death (yea, even if it was at his own hand). He was arguably my generation’s drug-addled Jack Kerouac by way of Dr. Timothy Leary (whom I met once or thrice and after talking to him at length, found him to be the most lucid man I had ever met).

Yeah, sure, Hunter was a full-on Nutball and angry as all Hell, but I can’t help but to feel that we all as a generation, as a culture, and yes as a country are poorer for our loss of him as a free thinker in today’s society. Hunter’s influence can be felt throughout our everyday lives (hey, you think that blogging would be this country’s number one participatory/spectator sport if he hadn’t invented gonzo journalism a generation ago?). He the inspiration for the character Duke in Doonsbury,Duke (from the comic strip Doonesbury)and oh Hell, let’s point to Gonzo from the Muppets of all places, and say I’ve proven my point.Gonzo (the Muppets)

Hunter’s books (including Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail, Hey Rube: Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine, and the Downward Spiral of Dumbness–Modern History from the Sports Desk) have helped shape not only a generation of minds, but of journalists as well. He was portrayed in film by both Bill Murray in Where the Buffalo Roam (1980) and by Johhny Depp in Fear and Lothing in Las Vegas (1998). And, on a purely personal level, when my wife was pregnant with our second child, had it been a boy, the baby would have been named Hunter.

I don’t know why Hunter would have shot himself (he loved guns, and apparently loved to get drunk, stoned, and high and shoot them off on his Colorado property. He wrote for Time, Rolling Stone, and numerous other publications. He was that wild man wizard that lives inside all of us yet most of us never allow to roam free.

So here is to Hunter S. Thompson, a true American original and quite possibly the only one of his kind. I personally can’t help but to observe that (as Bill Graham once said about the Grateful Dead) “He may not be the best at what he does, but he’s the only one that does what he does.” At any rate, how can you not simply love the guy that said…

“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.”
—Hunter S. Thompson

Tonight I’m-a gonna have myself a two-fingered shot of 25-year-old Uncle Jack as I toast the memory Hunter. Give ’em Hell Hunter, wherever you wind up!

The Perfessor

Google Via Text Message


Those are the magic digits for you to find out all sorts of helpful info while you’re on the go.

Say you’re in the local Best Buy, and you run across what seems like a good deal on recordable CD blanks, but you’re curious if you can find a better deal elsewhere.

Type in the letter “F” with a space, and then the UPC off of the item you’re looking at in the store. Send the text message to 46645, and wait for about five seconds. If your reception in the store is good, you’ll have results for the cheapest price on the exact same item, sent as a text message right to your phone!

Obviously, if the price difference isn’t too great, you go ahead and pick up the item anyway… but then…

You’re on the way out of the store, and you decide you might want to go to see a movie. Let’s say, HITCH for example.

You simply type in
a space

and send that text to that magic number

and you’ll have the closest movie theater (or in my case two movie theaters) with the movie times sent back in text messages in seconds!

This is Google’s true gift to the world. Microsoft, Yahoo, all them mighty corporations have been struggling on how to make our lives easier,
but this…

THIS my friends is Google’s God’s gift to mankind

For more instructions, type
and send that to the magic number.
See what you get!

And finally, the link to more info on this

(As always, standard text messaging rates do apply)

Cooking With Voodoo, That You Do, So Well

Imagine this scenario: You’re at home, minding your own business, and there’s a knock at the door. You answer, and it’s a couple of police detectives. They’re asking about someone you know, your ex as it turns out… and they want to know if you have anything to do with his stabbing…


Why of course not, why would you suspect me of wishing harm on my ex?

No, I won’t be buying this knife storage rack.



The one thing American Idol can’t do





The one thing American Idol can’t do–

Convince me that looking at American Idol runners-up are interesting to look at and/or read about.

Don’t get me wrong. We love American Idol. But we love it for the sound. Discovering someone who got where they are based on their voice, and not by heavy promotion and a sweetened lip-sync trac.

Inside, the magazine contains at least six pull-out “official” scorecards for viewers to use to play along with the show at home.

Among its features are mini-profiles on the top 75 contestants who made it to Hollywood, a lengthy story on host Ryan Seacrest and a column by last season’s runner-up, Diana DeGarmo.
NY Post article

I wonder if TIGER BEAT started this way.

Dead Man Emailing

Do you know what a “Dead Man’s Switch” is? Where you set something up, and if something happens to you, the switch “activates” something? If a railroad brakeman falls off the train, the train won’t somehow become a runaway… Fictional writers love to set up scenarios with crazed bombers and Dead Man Switches.

The modified Dead Man’s Switch is where you have some incriminating evidence, and a friend holds onto it, and promises to mail it if your meeting with MR.BIG goes badly… Yeah, that’ll serve notice to MR.BIG. He’s in trouble, but you’re still dead.

Well, now you can have a service where you can email people after you’re dead. Well, not exactly.

After God calls you home.

You know. The RAPTURE.

You’ve seen the bumper stickers. “In case of RAPTURE, this car will be unmanned.” Uh, like why should you care what happens to the people behind your car when you evaporate? If they can read your bumper sticker, they’re going to have a much better view of your last moments in that car than you’ll ever have. Not only that, but I have a question: If you do get taken in the RAPTURE, and, well, you’re not going to be needing that car, are you? I can like take it, right? I’m sure I can get a good price for it, and I’ll put flowers on your headstone. I promise. Funny, I used to see those bumper stickers all the time, and for the life of me I can never remember seeing one on a Cadillac.

Well, there’s a website related to all this. It’s called RAPTURELETTERS.com and they provide an interesting service.
After THE RAPTURE, the website is designed to send out emails to your loved ones in your name telling them where you’ve gone.

This message has been sent to you by a friend or a relative who has recently disappeared along with millions and millions of people around the world.

The reason they chose to send you this letter is because they cared about you and would like you to know the truth about where they went.

This may come as a shock to you, but the one who sent you this has been taken up to heaven.

Almost like email from Heaven, isn’t it? I wonder if this will get put in the Spam folder…

Now presumably, anyone of your loved ones who are ALSO called up to heaven certainly doesn’t have a need for the email, as they’re up there with you. They’ve got a new email address now…

But here’s my question: When THE RAPTURE occurs, God’s already made His choice. You’re either In or you’re uh, not In. Okay, so tell me. What’s the letter to your friend for? If he’s reading your letter from the great beyond, he’s not going to Heaven and you are. You can feel nice. He’s supposed to feel like crap. So, I can think of only one thing that letter would be for. Rubbing it in.

That’s right. All that letter says is “I got to Heaven and you’re stuck on Earth, so there! Ha-Ha!” Pretty condescending, huh? But I have another thought. Maybe you’re not so goody-two-shoes. Maybe you’re afraid that when THE RAPTURE comes you’ll be left behind! How would you know?

And then I thought of it: Another use for this vital service! Sign up with this RaptureLetter.com site, and put your OWN email address on there, and send YOURSELF this note when THE RAPTURE occurs!

This way, you’re the first to know you’re royally screwed.

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