Kyle Ritter

Aside from parties and weird biker things, I’ve never played a show before. Tonight was fucking awesome. There were like 150 at this damn little bar, we played 8 goddamn songs, and had a great time. The sound was great on the audience end, but the onstage monitors sucked ass until the sound guy got it right halfway through. Feeling damn good. I’m going to drink lots of whiskey, and not really care about working in the morning, since come Friday, I’m not an employee anyway!

I must find some folks like this to rock with in pdx.

At this time next wednesday, I will be unpacking the u-haul and putting shit in my new place in NE PDX. Short timers syndrome at work has me by the balls, I haven’t done a damn thing all day.

I’ll be doing some work for Flying Rhinoceros after I get up there. Great company, really creative stuff. I’ve been on such a basic anti-artistic $$$ oriented design MO, it’ll take awhile to reaquaint myself “I’m the artiste, you are the web guy” ego that pops out every once in awhile. I’ll even be working along side my old creative director from Eyescream, The Maestro of POW Wrestling infamy.

Tonight, the boys and I have a show at this 30+ bar with a surfy punkabilly band. That will be the last time I get to play with the guys. It’s been fun and simple, loud metalish with lots of the power-rocker soloing and harmonic trickery, Robert is the master of that shit. And I get to pound on the damn drums as hard as can. As T-bogg puts it, those stupid pop-doo-pop-pop beats.

Starting waxing nostalgia – 10 years ago around this time, on a morning like this morning, I’d pop up on Saturdays, and sit around and smoke pot with Blanchard, Dandy, and Sody. Then I’d go skate with Chris Hurley, and try to figure out how to go about humping his sister. Built to spill was always playing in the morning.

So that’s what I’m listening to now, and applying for a job I just saw on Craigslist.

My grandparents are visiting so I’m going to take them to dinner tonight, then go have a few beers with my grandpa.

I’m still not the number one asshole yet, but apparently, many Kyles are assholes:

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&lr=&ie=UTF-8&q=%22kyle+is+an+asshole%22&btnG=Search

I’ve got a nice big room waiting for me in a nice big house that my buddy owns near the Kennedy School.

Sweet Ass!

The substantiated livejournal of freed killer/cannibal Nicolas Claux, at least according to CourtTV journalists.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/nicoclaux/

A little background:

http://www.crimelibrary.com/serial_killers/weird/nico_claux/index.html

I’m moving back to PDX, PDXers. Worked a sweet deal with my boss to work on a contract basis and shed myself of this shithole.

And in addition to that, I’d like to redundantly add that I overheard some chick tell her friend “Kyle is an asshole” last night. So I figured I’d become the number one asshole named Kyle on google, just because.

Paste this into your favorite journal or website or whatever to make me an asshole:

<a href=http://www.kyleritter.com/archives/2004/09/kyle-is-an-asshole/>Kyle is an asshole</a>

We will eat cake and have fun and have fun. Twice.