working for the weekend

Crap. It sure would be nice if I didn't need a new job. Mine just isn't paying the bills. Too bad I'm clueless on how to get a new one. I suppose that's definitely one department in which I really suck at life. I'm just beginning to think that the aspect in life where you have to use some kind of tricks and connections in order to start up an enterprise is really not my strong suit. I'm a hell of a lot better at the kind of projects that involve me using my own effort or creative energy in a way that's sort of plain to see. But then again, I suppose that people with different inclinations probably view the things I do as foreign in the same regard. I know that some people in my exact financial situation would just somehow find information about better jobs that were acceptable and go get some interviews. That kind of sense boggles my mind, but I bet it's just as boggling to others when I want to make a painting and I just go ahead and start putting down brush strokes. What I'm saying is, everybody has energy they want to let out, and the opportunities we see for directing that energy are unique and really indicate who we are. Now if I could only just "see" who's giving out 1000 bucks a month for a job I would enjoy...

for treebranches growing away

Hey people, guess who made a new DG8K album. ME. And, we got a new set of recordings for Fan Fiction (or formerly, The Moops). So that's been pretty rockin. Plus I'm about to have a really awesome boa constrictor t-shirt. Yeah, ok, fuck this pseudo-journal bullshit. I pretty much have nothing to say, except that confirmation just seems to be everywhere that I really rule and am just way too cool for the stuff that drags me down. Oh, ok, nevermind about nothing to say... I just thought of an interesting question: When does stuff stop being coincidence and start being something else? In particular, say you had a song in your head when you woke up in the morning. You got out of bed, got dressed, ate some breakfast, went out to the car, and turned on the radio. BAM! That's your song. At the exact line you had in your head. Say the radio was even on a random station in a rental car in Arizona, where you didn't live, and the song in your head was something you hadn't heard since a junior high dance. So this is the kind of crap that's been happening to me lately... "coincidences" on this kind of scale. The radio thing alone has happened like 3 times in the last month.

the winter of dan

I don't know what to say, but I know I want to say it. I called it the Winter of Dan. Everything was going my way. Well, now, almost everything is going my way and I want to say it's only a short matter of time before everything is *really* going my way. I don't know that for sure though. These things aren't written in stone. I find it strange that when I read back what I just wrote, I realize that it's likely going to convey exactly the opposite mood I'm in. Oh well, not much I can do about that without getting into a whole big thing, so if you're curious, ask. And by you, I mean any of the millions and billions of people who read this site all the time.

what's all this?

Yeah, what's all this "New Dan" crap doing here on splangy.com? Well, I had this little impulse to move it on over, and well, that's what I did. So what's new in the world of New Dan? For starters, a shitload of stuff has happened since the year and half ago that I bothered to update this thing. I moved to LA to hit it big with the moops (hasn't happened because we can't find a fucking drummer), got mistaken for Julian Casablancas a couple of times, saw Andy Dick around town a couple of times, and, the other night, went to Dean Ween's birthday party (where I hit on a 30 year old married lady who looked 19 at the oldest). Oh, another thing- there will be a new DG8K album coming out some time soon. It's in the works, and it's going to be good. Oh, and here's a little something explained for all y'all hypersensitive folks who don't know how to accept honesty. What's my type as far as the ladies go? I like girls who are pretty and nice. That's not a euphemism for "I'm a shallow piece of shit who only cares about looks." No, the meaning of "pretty and nice" is quite literal. BUT DAN! HOW DARE YOU STATE A PREFERENCE FOR A GIRL WHO IS PHYSICALLY ATTRACTIVE! YOU FUCKING PIG! Well, for all you hypocrites who identified with my bold face there, EVERYONE cares about physical attractiveness, whether you want to admit it or not. When you see that stranger across the room, what makes you want to go find out more about them or makes you not really care? It isn't your magical intuition that lets you see the depths of their soul, it's the stuff on the outside that sparks initial interest! After that initial interest, everything falls on the other aspects of the person to come forward, and maybe an attraction is born. Inner beauty isn't transparent, and there has to be something on the outside first that makes you want to get to know the inside. For most people, there are dealmakers and dealbreakers. They're different depending on the situation too. I wouldn't date a girl who was a religious republican, even if she was really hot... but I might have a short fling with her. Some people would date just because of money. Back from the tangent though, kindness, sweetness, a good heart-- these things define the most important aspect of personality to me when seeking a significant other. So just because I'm not too much of a pussy to gladly declare that yes, I CARE ABOUT LOOKS (AND SO DO YOU!), understand that what I mean is that looks are (obviously!) only the first screening criterion, not the only criterion. In other words, don't take my straightforward honesty to be chauvinism just because it contrasts with the norm, which is for people to be fucking deceptive, and spout some sensitive shit that they don't mean. I'm not like that. I'm real. I feel like Adam Corolla.