today is going quite well, thank god. it's just after 5pm and I am anticipating tomorrow's food frenzy with gaped mouth. I think the tummy is completely resigned in an effort to receive solids, but it has convinced my intestines to act. I sort of expected this, after all, most of the solids in my body are gone. I know, gross, but if you are interested in doing this be aware. energy wise I am a little tired now, I should be, I've been up and active since 7:30 this morning.
this page is where I read and studied up for the fast. he pushes this barleygreen thing-y, which he just so happens to sell, so I just ignored it. speaking of, I will post a list of what I've taken to get me through as well as parting advice tomorrow. here's to a good last night !!

day three here we go! besides waking up briefly around 6am, I had a great night's rest. I think my tummy has given up hope of solid food, as it has been a weak adversary in the final day of the What the Fuck am I Doing fast - I wouldn't rule it out yet, but so far so good.
In the midst of this affront to my "normal" life of habits, I've also done without the caffeine. I hadn't really thought about that until yesterday. not bad. In the heat of trying to avoid food and nicotine, I have also broken my morning ( and sometimes afternoon ) routine of a large cup of joe. I love the taste of the stuff, but I can't say I have any less energy because of not drinking it.

the biggest improvement I've noticed, besides feeling great and having much more energy is the quality of my skin. the difference is amazing. my skin hasn't felt and looked this healthy in a long while.

so i have today left. I am busy working through most of it, so that's good. hopefully it'll pass quickly. I also know thinking of my first meal back and what it will be is the dream that should sustain my discipline for the remainder of this day.

10:48 pm
today ended up much easier than it began. the nicotine cravings are not as constant as they were last night - in fact I was out with a smoker friend at a bar and was fine. I think smelling the hot wings the guy next to me was eating was the most difficult part of the evening. at one point I fantasized delicately lifting my left wrist and putting a vulcan grip on his shoulder, sending him straight to the floor in a swift and inconspicuous exit as I quickly yoink a drumstick. I am amazed at my sniffer - it is filtering everything around me in intense sensations - it's like 3-D, except, y'know, without the glasses and having nothing to do with your sight. considering my olfactory senses are through the roof, the hunger pains are not nearly the intensity felt yesterday. well I'm loaded up on juices for the final day 3 of the ( sometimes known as the What the Fuck am I Doing) juice fast so bring on tomorrow.

here's to a good night's sleep.

it's the 12 o clock hour here at kbk and I feel terrific. still have tummy rumblings, but my energy is way up after I was able to catch a good napper this morning. sippin on vegetable juice helps the tummy. I've learned to sip it slow and let it slowly coat the belly each time.

just bought me a big ass mug.

it's 6:10 am on day 2 of the personal cleansing I now refer to as the What the Fuck am I Doing program. I went and exercised for a short while last night, just to get the sweat going, then hopped in the steam shower for a few. I've heard horror stories of steam rooms in LA, so I tried not to look at any one else while I was in there. drank a 'green gekko' smoothie afterwards which carried me over until 8 pm, when I slowly drank a big glass of trader joe's vegetable juice. my body feels pretty darn good today minus the pains of hunger -- I think it was worth the brief paranoia for getting some toxic sweat out of the system. My mind is altogether a different story today. I had an unfortunate incident where a friend and I had to kind of call it quits for a while, perhaps a long while. I'm not used to this situation, plus we have numerous friends in common, some of whom are out here to be doing stuff with both of us. due to not smoking and the transition from yesterdays "I'm doin just fine" song and dance of not eating to this morning's protest from formerly unrepresented parts of my body, my head is fixated on the "friend" situation and I can't let it go. I think it's simply a case of bad timing as I am undergoing this already crazy program on the cusp of a very real and shitty situation - a situation which, right now, is the best for both of us, but right now the fixation is causing me to question my actions.

good morning day number 2 !

well it's 3pm now on my first day of the juice fast. I'm feeling a lot of energy right now, I don't know why, but I feel pretty awake for this normally lazy time of afternoon. of course it could be that this is also the first day of not smoking, so who knows. why this ? why now ? for certain health reasons, I have to quit smoking. I wanted to get as many of the toxins out of my system as quickly as possible. four days ago I met a guy who had just finished his three day juice fast. in fact he was pulling out a sandwich as he was saying how much better and how in tune he felt with his body. so if I have to quit smoking, and also want to experience what it feels like to have my body cleansed, why not combine them ? yeah, I know, tomorrow I'll probably be insane, but as of right now I feel great.

today begins a 3 day juice fast. I didn't decide until yesterday mid-afternoon to try it out, now here I am -- juice fasting. three days of nothing in my body but juice. ah well. already my head is trying to justify coffee as a legitimate fluid.

Made Up is a film by brooke adams sister lynne. brooke starred in terrence malick's Days of Heaven. She also starred opposite christopher walken in Dead Zone. Made Up was directed by tony shalhoub, who also co-stars in the mockumentary, along with eva amorre, who is susan sarandon's daughter, and gary sinise.

where am I going? well, my current roomate kalen and former roomate jim are also in the film. so is lance krall. they act as the 'film crew" in the fake documentary. the film is premiering in a few days at the santa barbara film festival, then will be shown at the sxsw festival in Austin.


let's hope the film gets picked up by a major distributor. if it does, then kalen is going to take all of us on a sea cruise. if it's any concilation, the film is apparently much better than the 1994-styled website.

a shangri-la for annie. the larry loves to mix it up and slice and dice to breakin' grooves, and now I've found she has some kindred spirits in the land of canucks, which somehow just makes sense.

LA's pirate cat radio shuts down. this is a shame, as I was just turned on to the station. but for a few cool days 87.9 brightened and enlightened the otherwise benign and drab airwaves for me. alas, it is now gone, but apparently might return in a couple months. Let's hope so.

mat has guest bloggers this week. helen jane, who i don't know but I've seen her lurking in frequent waters posted this little muppet tidbit yesterday that caught me eye. here that sarah, I said muppets!

jeff and ezra wrote a song for me titled Kome Home KBK. guys that's the sweetest thing anyone's done over little me. I'm flattered. the song is good too. I think those two are turning into a duo of sound and energy not unlike that of kid n' play, minus the fades and flattops ( dunno though for sure - haven't seen them in a while < jeff and ez, that is.>)

alright alright -- can't quite remember how to do this ..... ah yes, just turn off brain and type. here we go. hey thanks to you folks "missing" kbk over the holiday break, I missed you too. I had dug a large and muddy hole for myself in quantity of work so I had to start climbing out and , to continue on this same boring metaphor, I now see sunshine.
I also went out and did some camping at joshua tree national park. my friend stuart and his brother lee are secretely sherpa's I'm convinced, for they are all knowing and resourceful when it comes to outdoorsy things. kalen ( who kicks ass 'cause he's always game for adventures like this ) and I were in awe over their endless bags of camping goodies - collapsable plastic bottles for the tea they made, a hand crank radio, which was maybe the most kick ass item there. lee cranked it up just as some deep voiced am radio personality started reciting edgar allen poe. so picture it -- back country -- no one around - camped up next to tarantula holes and tumbleweeds and coyote poo, we sit bundled up with no fire -- no fires allowed in the back country -- with edgar allen poe being read through a hand-crank radio under the biggest and brightest starried sky I had ever seen.
after a trip like that I can't help but to have a new perspective on things.

oh , and an added bonus for the next couple of weeks for you KBK faithful is the one and only krazy larry annie humphrey kickin it here at the korner -- she may pop in from time to time and spill some hot krazy on you. watch out - it burns.

happy to be here!

ahhh it feels nice to be back here at the korner.

I really should be back soon -- I have a ton of work to do and posting and managing the page isn't too time consuming or a burden or anything - I love it - it's just I get very easily distracted doing it -- and have fallen behind a little bit - so - let me catch up and I 'll be back soon. god bless you lovely lovely people.

kool bobby 's taking a break from the blogging community. if you're interested in doing something here in the meantime, let me know. otherwise -- see ya.

I'm getting out of the house today -- sitting in front of a computer for an hour is a feat for me - so after a week of pretty constant typing -- I'm going outside.

buy some honan.net sweet fuckin duds here. it's perhaps the most kick ass sweet line of clothing ever made. check the close up logo on the hoodie. I want one. I want one now.

where mat goes when he's down in the dumps. y'know, this is kinda the quality of website I always envisioned Sarah could make, if she really set her mind to it.

while researching the film contact, I came across this SETI site which has a screensaver program that actually helps process radio telescope information received from other stars, which may help in the discovery of life on other planets.

I wonder if art bell knows about this?

read mat's piece on the war on drugs. I really think he should be paid for the quality of writing and research on his site. oh, you can pay him yourself right there on his page. damn. well, pay the man!

i'm no larry king

oh my goodness I'm busy this week. tons o' films lined up here next to me. good ones, at least: terminator, contact, raging bull, the exorcist. I now know and will somehow retain chapters of worthless trivia about these films. it's frighteneing to think of the space this will take up in my head -- space that could otherwise be allocated for phone numbers, people whose names I just can't remember but happen to see all the time, and music lyrics, of which I know very little. I mean I read them and enjoy them, but I can't sing along word for word. last night lou reed was on this kick-ass new show on bravo called musicians. this quirky sweater guy interviews songwriters and then gets them to play. anyway last night quirky sweater guy asked him what he wanted to accomplish as a songwriter. after stating he really didn't think of it that way, one of the things he said was that he always tries to craft his lyrics so they could stand alone from the music and still tell a story. that's a unique way of looking at lyrics in songs -- I never gave two shits about lyrical content in songs until recently. not that I didn't read dylan's lyrics, or lou reed's, outside of listening to the piece, but I always thought the words got in the way of the music. plus, the music should tell the story. but now I think it has to be a collaboration in tone, rhythm, pace, and melody. don't let the words get in the way, though, -- if you do - back off and release a spoken word album, ok. or maybe you're in a group that doesn't give a shit about either part anyway and all you want is a kick ass manager, which means you're on your way to airwaves and MTV in no time.

as usual I did not plan to end up here when I began writing, so now I'll just leave quickly.

hey I actually enjoyed the superbbowl. it didn't hurt that I was with mat and harper. we played in the yard pre-game and had an overabundance of snack foods during gametime. we were in the strang's pasadena compound --- a luxurious mediterranean villa that felt not unlike a spa -- if i'd ever been to one this is what it would be like. they were gracious and fun hosts.

the game was pretty boring-- wasn't it-- all the way up until the last 10 minutes. I was actually gettting primed for some OT action when the pats made that last drive.

while watching I realized I'm not nearly as big of a sports fan as I used to be. I mean I still dream about the braves, and I love golf, but besides a little touch of march madness I don't get into it like I would even a year ago. I used to be obsessed with espn sportscenter -- I'd watch it twice a day - for years it seemed. today I popped it on wanting to catch their superbowl coverage and found myself embarrassed for the commentators who desperately tried to sound oh-too-hip reciting the newest catch phrase that comments on the replay of the highlights. these phrases tend to be old school rap lyrics -- "stick em , ah - ah - ah- stick 'em" said the frighteningly white and overly alert "sportscaster" as an interception was made.

alas, with my passing fancy of most things sport, another chapter in my overextended youth is closing -- hopefully so are some of my more fratty - uberwhite tendencies.

no , you say ? I can't lose those ?

bullshit - I mean I listen to SO much curtis mayfield these days I practically ...... no? no way?

but if someone like fred durst can do it -- if he can become more urban and less white --

OH SHIT.

no , I haven't seen this before. ok you've made your point. don't make me watch that again, please.

how 'bout kool bobby bring a little poppin and rockin to your world ( montage of my breakdance skills )
now what ya think?

no?

a haircut?

urban dialect training ?

F - dat!

i'm out.



~ fred durst - vanilla ice movie from mark on the wattlist.

tough day ? boss givin ya flak? learn 'em some manners here with samuel jackson's soundboard. thanks , watt.

meet me at the poolhall
and we'll shoot some
for old times sake --
I'll let you win again
we'll get drunk
and get in a fight
with some hicks.
they'll kick our ass
and we'll laugh and dance and bleed
as that old shitty boston song you love
crackles through the jukebox.