I have an idea for a new feature to our web site. A few years ago I started submitting rants. By "submit" I mean I send them to Lars and he puts them on the web site. I ranted thrice in 2 years time and Lars, once. I haven't ranted anything in over a year because, quite frankly, I'm pretty happy about everything. I've got a job I don't hate. I've got a girl who is great. I'm in my ideal band, and I am very much content to let the world end and laugh while the Loser Majority slowly kills each other off.

In retrospect, the rants I wrote were really "blogs" or what would become blogs or what were already blogs at the time and I was just out of touch with what The Internet Kids were doing.

Regardless, blogs suck now so I'm going to try to do something else until everyone starts doing THAT or I get really bored, lazy, or distracted, whichever comes first.

So here's what I'm going to try to do: For the past 17 years I have carried a small notebook around with me at all times in my back pocket. I plop down profound thoughts in it once I get that special buzz on–ideas, mostly. Thoughts that I want to remember later but never do, even when I CAN decipher my own handwriting and figure out what the HELL I meant by "tyranny of fish."

But the majority of it is crap–just like the majority of peoples daily public journals are crap. So I'm going to edit the bus schedules, to-do lists and food orders, but keep the bad comedy, weak poetry, philosophical insights, and million dollar ideas and submit them here.

I realize that this makes me come across as being terribly self-important. But isn't that what the internet is all about? (At least in these infant cyber stages.) Chat-room-handled, quasi-introverts shouting at strangers from the bravery of a car as they speed down the internet highway? The internet gives everyone instant self-esteem like a big car once gave it's proprietor the illusion of a big cock.

But rest assured, I'm quite grounded in knowing that I can be–at times–a dickhead.

Excerpts from Larry's notebook Jan 05 -- June 05

A cooking show on the radio. Morning drive time. Combine it with prototypical AM-DJ banter. Would the sounds of sizzling bacon and frying eggs help wake people up? If the sexual descriptions of a Howard Stern are provocative enough to evoke success, so would be the verbal lust for a gourmet breakfast. The kissing cousin of sex is food.