Urgent, urgent. Emergency.

"Shoot the Messenger", my personal favorite of theirs. Just mastered and posted, today. Listen. Listen immediately!

Quit yer hollarin'.

As most of you know, the availability of my website has been intermittent. I am not sure if this is Z-Net's intent, a POP outage of sorts, or if I am just being h4x3d. Apologies for the times you want to read, but can't. Why are you reading this, again?

Worked the LPMN booth at the State Fair on Thursday morning. The Minnesota State Fair revolts me. It brings all of the crazies of Greater Minnesota out of their boondock woodwork.

I have to rub my eyes and squint when I try to recall this last weekend. Spent some time-on-town (the most of the weekend) with my friend, Dee. I arrived to work this morning and dug the receipts out of my wallet for checkbook reconciliation, and had four or five receipts from Fabulous Fern's. I do know there was a hell of a 2-3 hour Jack stint at Mascarade's practice space, got to see Ryan and Corey lay out the bass and drum tracks for "Mr. Thompson". Bill's Gun Range on Sunday--new holster for the Tomcat. Tried out a couple different stances with the Kimber, and managed to be 14/14 (2 full clips) in the black (5" diameter?) at 21'. Hopefully I can be consistent with this. I don't think I had paid much attention to leaning forward, before. Nothing like keeping your eyes open to see the muzzle-blast of a short-barreled .45.

Anyhow, hopefully I will have some more Mascarade soon, though I may have to pry it from Nate's icy digits.

here's to more frequency, if this thing stays up this week,
-Brenn

Bump

I think I am back in business. Damned internetssss.

I should save the archive this time, though. Catch you about, soon!

wipin' the brow,
-Brenn

For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot!

Still rocking out to a Mascarade pre-mix. Distractions! Ask for it.

My sally command of the language could never do this last weekend justice. I'll refrain from the butcher, save the wee hours of Saturday morning (how could I resist?). After a late night stretch of debauchery, up to our knees in empty cans, Clint, Nate, Dan, Ryan, and I stood on the dock; our little peninsula, wide-eyed to the sky just after sunrise. A few giggly comments occasionally broke a clear ten minutes of silence, beers and cigarettes in-hands. May have been biased, but I thought the sky was clear, when we got about ten incredible minutes of rain, still standing and waiting in a row. On that dock I was moved and humbled. You may be able to imagine, but you don't know the beauty of that particular moment, unless you were standing there, Red-Rovering with us. Where were *you* at six thirty a.m.? Forty five minutes later, though, I was in my boxer-briefs and swimming in the lake, cannon-balling off the dock, us and our beer-hand periscopes.

Between LPMN State Fair setup and the LPMN newsletter, my week is a cutout. Hold me to dropping lines.

"who put a quarter in you, anyway?"
-Brenn
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Squelch.

Huge apologies. Tonight's disposition is far too volatile, precarious, bombastic to post a tasteful post this evening, so I need to ask for pardon.

This weekend should more than correct me, though. I expect you'll hear from me on Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday. The earlier, the better.

Keep it dry, cats.

-Brenn

A TOAST!

Wellthen.

Somehow was invited to a band-only Mascarade outing to Dan's cabin this coming weekend, so I'll be in absentia for a bit after this coming Thursday. The 'good' in 'good times to be had' is redundant.

On a lighter note, I averted a race-riot this evening. I was on the 21A, and all along the St Paul Midway, a young black man was having a spirited, interesting discussion with an older African-American man about race, jobs, control, and the like. As we pulled off of Hamline and onto Selby, though, the voice was shouting, addressed to the whole bus, declaring that blacks are as enslaved by the 'white man' as much as ever. As hard as it was not to move up to the front and object that we are all slaves to the Global Elite, I kept to myself. Things escalated, people asking him to speak in a more reserved voice (in their own terms), before he addressed a couple of other black males as "house niggers". But then, but then the largest, trash-white broad you ever-did-see, sitting across from me in the back, decided to chime in about ' *his* people '. This sparked challenges from other people in the back--a diverse bunch, now, and as things got louder I bailed out on the next stop, into the pouring rain, a good ten blocks from the apartment. The bus was good and stopped at this point as I walked. It was another five minutes before I heard sirens, and another twenty minutes before the bus passed me. Soaking wet, my jeans still are.

Hadn't heard from dorkNate in ages, but he dropped me an IM telling me about an upcoming 5-year reunion on 09/10, the day before my stupid 23rd birthday. I can probably choke my dignity down to go. I suppose finding out how many of my classmates are burdened by college debt and struggling to make 35K a year versus how many have planted their feet deep will be interesting. Anybody want to be my date?

always towing, never in-tow,
-Brenn
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Aaaaannnnnnnnd, GO!

It's about that score on the calendar again, gang. Sham bam bamana. If you've seen it before...you know you have to watch it again.

Per usual, Bill's was a thrill this afternoon. I am ordering myself, Nik, and probably Jeanne some .32 Tomcats. Having a bunch of crazy anarchocapitalist friends in conjunction with my mom and stepdad possessing an FFL seems to have turned me into a gun dealer of sorts. I wear many hats.

During a conversation with MacKinney this evening I realized that I can't differentiate this last Friday and Saturday, as both evenings consisted of closing down Fern's, and drinking back here at the apartment 'til daylight. I do know that the Evil James Johns took us to the curb in darts last night, though.

I hate you, laundry.

what's this kid's credo?
-Brenn

See you in the fires.

Couldn't attend Matt's keg-bonfire, but I hear he is pulling another one off in two weeks--one with live music. I can bring guests, eh?

My calendar tells me that tonight will be the fifth consecutive night that I have attended Fern's. How long can I keep this up? Can't hit it too late--I need to be sober tomorrow afternoon for the shootin' lanes. Last night, though, Luke, MacKinney and I ran into Dave--another Fern's Fly--closed the place out, came back up to the apartamento, shot the shit and pulled the whiskey until eight a.m. Oh, weekends.

Speaking of which, the Evil James Johns just burst through the door, and we're headed downstairs for a few. Wish me nothing but the best of luck!

keep it snappy,
-Brenn

Alright, where'd all the comments come from?

Leftovers from the ExCom! We've got quite the log in our lap here at the LPMN, as the LNC decided to go with the "No-UMP Checks/No Member Dues" proposal. This is freeing us of many reins, but also putting the responsibility back on the several states' shoulders. Not to say that is not the way it should have been from the start, but it is like getting your ass kicked off of welfare and having your complacency cup taken away. We need to manage databases and mailing lists. Should we have free State 'membership' and paid 'subscribers'? Just paid subscribers? Just non-paid membership and work off of fundraising and pledges? The possibilities and outcomes are abundant. The next six months I will be sitting in a bare-walled room buried behind a shrine of abacuses and pieces of printer paper covered in scribble.

Looks like I just booked me a visit to Bill's this Sunday with MacKinney, Nik and his co-worker, who just got her [permission from the State to defend herself] and is in the market for a handgun. I am probably out of practice.

Yesterday and today were almost the perfect sound, though I hope I am not ridin' the sine.

This is news that could be of detriment, but Nate reported to me that there may not be a rash of shows coming up for Mascarade. The next proposition, though, is one of interest--they've been invited to play trailing an ESPN-hosted regional playoff of that twisted international hot-dog eating competition. Capitalizing on the still-present audience, and outdoors in Minnesota autumn, wow. For now, just clench your cheeks for another six weeks or so, everybody.

make sure the jeebus isn't hiding under your bed,
-Brenn

Spitting on an oil stain in a parking lot.

I handle pictures from both poker and Mascarade/Will Tolle, but they are far too massive and high-res for me to upload in their entirety without getting nailed by Z-Net. Here's a small handful.

Poker was a hoot, though I was awfully blotto, cranky, and spent by time seven a.m. hit. Nik held in 'til the very end, well into the daylight--something I did not expect. GO, you old man you.

Been head-first concussion into the days. I did learn something quite bombastic this Monday, though. Kari left me a voicemail announcing the discovery that one of her bosses at the theater she interns for is Danielle Rudess, wife of Jordan Rudess--keyboardist of none other than Dream Theater. Too bad it's a month too late. It sounds silly, but it is extremely upsetting...I have too much stupid dignity to ask for anything.

Salutations to Matt--newcomer to the LPMN, who submitted an article on National Offense and the abuse of the armed forces, *and* attended last night's LPMN ExCom meeting and subsequent drinks. I am pretty sure he isn't a Fed. May be attending his bonfire this coming weekend. Keep this kid busy.

get off the fence and fight,
-Brenn
hadesraze-at-hadesraze.com
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Oh, and ROCK ON, Sara!

One long and drawn out bender.

Those of you who did not attend last night's show: I recommend finding the nearest ledge with the highest altitude, and jumping off of it.

Wow. I am not going to justify it. Wowie.

Easily Will's best live performance I have attended--his first show in nine months. Mascarade--the turnout was huge, and Nate, Dan, Will, and Corey were feeding off of the energy of the room. All of the new material is amazing, and I am going to be having shakes 'til the next show. Exceptionally remarkable considering that this was only their second live performance ever. MacKinney took some pictures--soon to post.

And to those who were interested, here is Will's old, poorly-recorded demo. What he has evolved into, and when he is commanding a live performce, is much different, though.

Top-notch, guys. So I am not biased, I want people who *did* attend to back me up or knock me down by posting comments. POST! I know who you all are and where most of you live.

resting for a poker bout,
-Brenn
hadesraze-at-hadesraze.com
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yim: hadesrazeus

roll of nickels

I am excited for this here Roller Derby to start happening. I can't help but go. Neither can you.

Watched some Alex Jones last night at the Freedom Movie of the Month meetup, and the FSP gang (MacKinney, Nik, and Bonk), Luke, and I grabbed drinks at Fern's. Never a dull moment of ideological discussion. Whiskied up, I sat here and repeated 'til three. Always 'til three. I need to rein-in my damned sleeping schedule.

This Minnesota July is poppycock. Not a day passes that my pits and chest aren't stained with whiskey and saltwater. You have to take a machete to the air to walk a block in this mess.

Reporting nothing but my excitement for tomorrow night's show. Nothing but.

go Brenn, go,
-Brenn

Prices so low you'll IMPLODE!

Miggitymiggity MacKinney is back in town, but I haven't spoken with the cheeky son of a bitch yet. I wonder how PorcFest went.

Trying to rally someone up to unpack the living room with me. I won't unpack it ad lonesome, because if nobody is over then I am sitting here. Watch me drink and unpack! It'll be invigorating!

Time of the Mascarade show on Friday? Everything starts at a la diez--I can't recall the name of the first band, but Will Tolle around eleven, and Mascarade around midnight. This week won't roll fast enough, no matter how hard I push it. I am sure a small handful of us will be at Stub and Herb's drinking early. Let me know if you're interested in coming, eh? Keep an eye out for their ad in The Onion this week. I think it'll be there.

Speaking of which, did you see the pseudonyms? [Corey Hammer: Percussion; Ryan Rizzla: Bass guitar; Daniel Malice: Guitar and vocals; Sir Nathan Boddington: Guitar and vocals;] I don't know who knighted Nate, but he had it coming.

Wow, it is a POKER weekend, too. I'll be damned to altruism if another weekend goes awry.

won't you take me to, drunkietown?
-Brenn
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