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White trash nationwide is defending themselves as the “Gathering of the Juggalos” is being exposed by the media as a drunken redneck rap fest that saw more than one performer pelted by rocks and bottles. Organized by the Insane Clown Posse, you are sure to get a specific caliber of people that enjoy lyrics such as

“Fuckin magnets, how do they work? And i don’t want to talk to a scientist, ya’ll motherfuckin lying and getting me pissed.” from the song Miracles

Yeah – scientists are liars. They don’t wear clown makeup.

August 18, 201015 Comments




I’ll be playing this weekend!

August 6, 20104 Comments




From the comments section of newspapers where religious crazies are upset about gay marriage:

“The fruitcakes will still lose and the voice of the peoples republic of California will be heard!”

“I do not want my tax dollars going to support them in any manner. I hope they all stay in California.”

“The downfall of any society happens in tiny increments.”

“Anyone in jail for polygamy should be set free.”

“You stupid satanic fool”

“Fruitcakes! Just a bunch of fruitcakes!”

( i take issue with that last one. Are they saying normal people don’t eat fruitcakes, but fruitcakes do eat other fruitcakes?)

and the best quote is the one from the judge’s decision:

[A]ffording same-sex couples the opportunity to obtain the designation of marriage will not impinge upon the religious freedom of any religious organization, official, or any other person; no religion will be required to change its religious policies or practices with regard to same-sex couples, and no religious officiant will be required to solemnize a marriage in contravention of his or her religious beliefs.

can we make a law to mind your own business?

August 5, 20106 Comments




July 29, 20105 Comments




This infomercial is fantastic. Vanilla Ice? Todd Bridges? What a lineup!

July 19, 201017 Comments




Hope Logo

I’ll be the MC and a featured speaker at this weekend’s big hacker convention titled The Next HOPE. These events are truly amazing with talks every hour on all kinds of electronic madness. There’s a lockpicking workshop where you can learn some tricks, jailbreak your phone, as well as vintage gear to check out. Tons of vendors bring cool devices that shut down TVs in bars, etc.

It’s at the Hotel Pennsylvania, across from Penn Station. Come hang out with thousands of hackers, activists, nerds, music fans, and former FBI and CIA guys who tell amazing stories of surveillance, counterespionage, and other trippy tails.

My dumb speech is Saturday at noon.

July 13, 20108 Comments




Danny turned me on to this one.

and then my other favorite

July 8, 20107 Comments




A screenshot from Google News today. You’ll never shed that image, and we know it.

June 24, 201011 Comments




We did The Lazlow show Saturday night Live from the Compound. Episode 44 finally happened! You can watch it below or download the mp3 and listen to it on your mobile device.

June 19, 201032 Comments




The Lazlow Show. Live at 6pm Eastern Saturday June 19th. Link will be posted at www.lazlow.com. Recording posted afterward.

we’ll see if this happens.

June 18, 201018 Comments




Director John Hillcoat made this sort film shot entirely in the game world of Red Dead Redemption. It was great to work with him.

June 8, 20103 Comments




“Fish soup and Coke?” the Croatian woman at the restuarant by the bus station said incrediously in broken English when I ordered sides for my omelet. Heading across the border into Bosnia -best to load up with some toxic energy to peel the layer of cheap Croatian beer off my eyeballs. Staring at the scene on the street one would think they were in an alpine climate for all the plumes of white exhaling with each breath of the locals. Smoking is a defense mechanism here, and a yellow shingled smile often greets the request for an Ozujsko, the favored beer of old men playing cards by a half painted fishing boat. While the air is thick with cigarette and pipe smoke and fumes from Yugos, the water is the clearest in the Mediterranean. If you snorkle off any rocky outcropping, you can see 50 feet down like it’s glass, through schools of fish.

On the island of Vis, a local takes us up into the hills, to an abandoned airstrip used by British bombers making runs to turn German cities into fireballs. The runway is all vineyards now, only the red and white striped pylons remain. Dinner on a farm nearby with a Croatian family and some of their homemade wine brings stories of the British airmen who, hobbled by anti-aircraft guns and their gunner dead, ditched at sea and were rescued by local fishermen. One of the downed airmen, an 87 year old, returned recently, rented a plane, and buzzed the old vineyard covered landing strip one last time, waving at the leathery farmers below.

There is no love for the Italians. Besides most recently invading and making a drunken nuicance in the summer season, in too recent memory they joined with Germany and invaded local islands and coastal towns with flamethrowers and burned houses to the ground. Hike in the forest along the coast 50 km south of Dubrovnik and you’ll find trenches connecting crude cement bunkers with small windows for machine gun nests on three sides, something I’d only witnessed in a video game until now.

Speaking of video games, in the window – a croatian magazine with John Marston on the cover and a big Red Dead Redemption logo and cryptic Croatian titles – it lured me into a little shop in a sleepy port town. They have more copies coming soon he said. To celebrate, I pick up a few liters of Croatian beer(they sell in 1 and 2 liter bottles, like gasoline) and stumble down the rocky wharf road by old fishing boats, hoping I can get some fish soup and a coke come morning.

June 2, 201022 Comments




Just days away!

May 14, 201026 Comments




Arrived in London for Red Dead Redemption worldwide radio tour – in the tofu and hairy legs lingerie district.

May 10, 201016 Comments




And then I woke up on the couch with no pants.

Two days ago I started to get in my car and noticed i’d been sideswiped, and then begin to wonder if I was in the car when it happened and didn’t remember it.

I heart you beer.  You bring the mystery to life.

May 7, 201025 Comments