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Last Updated: 11/19/2009

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City: Omaha
State: Nebraska
Country: US
Signup Date: 9/9/2005

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Tuesday, November 24, 2009 

Current mood:  aggravated
Category: Writing and Poetry

Dear Thanksgiving,

Why do you exist? Don't get me wrong; the time off from school and work is great, but WHY do I have to spend that time with my family when I could be doing cooler stuff like - for example - having sex or watching others have sex while I masturbate? I'm not trying to sound ungrateful or anything, but I have some questions I am hoping you will be able to answer for me:

1: Do the Native Americans celebrate Thanksgiving? I am 1/16th Blackfoot Sioux and am at constant moral warfare with myself when Thanksgiving comes around. It is marketed as "a day to be grateful for all that we have and celebrate family and friends and yadda yadda yadda", yet the Indian in me weeps... why is that? Native Americans can be grateful for Casinos and Alcohol... right?

2: How many fucking "Happy Thanksgiving!" cards do I need to buy at Wal-Mart before I can go to Heaven? Is it like Valentine's Day or Christmas where I am required - by God - to buy at least 100 "made in China by 8 year old kids in a sweatshop" cards and spend countless hours personalizing them for each person?

3: Why - when life is so full of shit - do I have to be grateful or thankful FOR ANYTHING?! I feel that I am entitled to my pain and would like to make a holiday to recognize how shitty life is. I will call it Life Sucks Day and here is how it will work:

-You stay at home cutting yourself while watching the movie Zeitgeist.

-This is a day of fasting until 8pm when you can have 3 pieces of breaded okra and a plain yogurt for dipping.

-From 8 - 11pm you weep for all of the things that have gone wrong in your life; It's a pity party and ONLY YOU are invited! You get to reflect on all of the friends who have betrayed you, all of the people you have loved who have died, divorces, break-ups and so on.

-This is also a good opportunity to review tax documents and any outstanding bills that you may have. While meditating on these things you will want to watch Lady GaGa's Poker Face video over and over again knowing that she has made more money off of that shit than you ever will. Also little girls look up to this shit?

-At one minute before midnight you drink your own urine.

Do you think this is a marketable holiday?

4: Why... In a world FULL of genocide and starvation and suffering do we get together and stuff our faces with food? Wouldn't it be better if we ate smaller portions and shared the leftovers with people in our OWN cities that have it worse off than we do? If you want to be thankful; volunteer at a local shelter and scoop generic Mashed potatoes, gravy and turkey onto the plates of people who have lost everything. I did that once and had some great conversations; one was with a VERY GRATEFUL Woman and her Daughter. The Woman was a victim of rape and her child was a product of that trauma yet she had SO MUCH love in her eyes for her daughter and they both seemed so happy to have a place to sleep in the shelter and a nice warm meal that costs about a dollar per plate. I also talked to a guy who lost everything: his family, his job and his home to Meth addiction. He had 4 teeth and a twitch and was "just thankful to be alive". I thought about it for a while and then went home to a Giant stuffed turkey, Ham, 13 side dishes and 6 Pies. I listened to my Family argue over pointless shit and saw that no one was appreciative of all that they had in front of them and around them. I ate two bites, went to my bedroom and cried until I fell asleep. This brings me to my next question:

5: Why are the people with so little material possessions and money seem to be so much more grateful for things that WE as a Country take for granted?

Please respond as soon as you can, Thanksgiving. Thanks!

Love,
     Pleco




Currently watching:
Carnivale: The Complete First Two Seasons
Release date: 2006-07-18
Tuesday, November 03, 2009 

Current mood:  aroused
Category: Music

Let's face it:

The King of Pop has passed away and we will all miss him and jerk off to Moon Walker on a weekly basis like good little tools, but I have news THAT WILL trump the overdose of the Man in the Mirror:


Join Pleco in our triumphant return to the Omaha music scene after a brief touring hiatus to record our soon to be released album!







Plecostomus will be joined by the legendary MIKE FANTASTIK and the infamous KOMATOSE to celebrate the Devil's Lucky Day, Friday the 13th of November. So while the pussies are giving thanks this month, you can help raise hell with the cool kids!



WHERE:

The Hideout (formerly Shae Rileys)

322 South 72nd street between Nebraska Furniture Mart and the 20's nightclub.



WHEN:

Friday the 13th of November

Doors open at 7pm.



WHAT YOU CAN DO:

Help support Omaha music with a measly $5 dollar cover. ALSO: you can spread the word by coating the internet with Blogs, Bulletins and banners... In fact... if you don't ...you might get Lymphoma. You can also bring canned goods that we will throw at multiple Municipal buildings in the Metro.



WHAT YOU GET:

Come and bask in the gloriousness of these legendary musicians and the melodies they create! Plecostomus has had several chart topping hits on the River and have fucked over 100,000 women in their tenure. Komatose has come directly from Hell itself with apocalyptic beats forged in fire during his horrorcore rap career. Mike Fantastik is bringing with him his crew to deliver a fresh, urban, madcap style of rap the likes of which have never been seen!



Ask nicely and we may just drip some magical sweat on you!!! Drink till you puke at the bar and I promise you, the music will be even BETTER!

-Pleco

Currently reading:
And Veronica Decides to Die
By Paulo Coelho
Friday, October 16, 2009 

Current mood:  accomplished
Category: Automotive

Ladies, Gents, and Other,

Plecostomus is proud to present our NEW MUSIC VIDEO for....

AT THE RENAISSANCE

Spread it like butter!!!



Currently watching:
A Knight's Tale (Special Edition)
Release date: 2002-06-04
Thursday, October 15, 2009 

Current mood:  accomplished
Category: Food and Restaurants

Dearest Pleco'nians,

Just like the famous compulsive liar George Washington once said, "I cannot tell a lie". Therefore, let me make something crystal clear right off the get go: FOOD KICKS ASS!!!

I don't care who you are - - there has to be some kind of food out there that gets you off like a drunk, slutty red-head at a keg party. I have heard about this Cibophobia or "fear of food" bullshit... but you KNOW they are hiding something under the mattress, whether it be a snickers bar or half a Subway sandwich (barf!). EVERYONE HAS A FAVORITE FOOD! Ever since I met him, Jimmy has been a big fan of almost any kind of food you can think of. He has eaten some truly gross shit just to say "I've tried it" and then rub it in my face like a total bastard. Anyway, he claims that his favorite food is Sushi or Sashimi... mine is rice cakes... and since they both taste similar, I suppose Jimmy and I can add that to things we have in common. Now, if I was going to spend seventy bucks on a meal, it would probably be a nice juicy Omaha Steak with a huge bottle of Moscato to compliment the sex I would be having after dropping that kind of dime on a date ;)

The point here is this: Fish.

Last week Jimmy and I had one of our weekly 'binging and purging' fests at the local restaurant and brewery: The Piss-Stream. This fancy, moderately priced establishment lies nuzzled between two brothels in Omaha's beautiful and bum-infested Old Market. If you ever make it to Nebraska, be sure to visit downtown Lincoln, which is MUCH FUCKING COOLER than the Old Market... but if you have to settle for the Big 'O', go check out The Piss-Stream. As previously mentioned, they brew thier own beer (and some of the best root beer I have ever tasted). Almost everything you order there taste like a diamond (meaning it's overcooked... but amazing!), so Jimmy and I were willing to try whatever they threw at us off their daily special menu. I got the rib eye (extra bloody) with a side of garlic mashed potatoes and what appeared to be a fresh human kidney - but they insisted it was steamed veggies, so I ate it.

Jimmy got himself something extra special: A STINGRAY with a tangy plum glaze on a bed of pasta. Jimmy specifically asked the waiter to leave the stinger on the cut of fish because he wanted this to be an "Extreme Eating Experience"... and that is exactly what it turned out to be...




This is what a stingray looks like after death.





Wars have been fought over the Root Beer at this place!




Just like a young Steve Irwin, Jimmy goes in for the close up!



A lawsuit against The Piss-Stream is pending.




After Jimmy's long and risky cybernetic eye surgery, he felt right as rain and decided that he now wants to be called "Mr. Cyborg" (which I refuse to do).


Long story short:


We give The Piss-Stream 4 out of 5 stars!


Love,

Pleco Matt






Friday, October 02, 2009 

Current mood:  accomplished
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities

See it. Feel it. Suck it. Get ready for the reason you were born!!!






-Plecostomus


P.S. We are now on Facebook and Twitter to create the ultimate synergy of online drama!!!


twitter.com/plecostomus


facebook.com/plecostomus


plecostomusic.com - Where sex comes to party.



Wednesday, September 02, 2009 

Current mood:  aroused
Category: Music


Plecostomus recently had the almost sensual pleasure of scoring a cartoon for our good buddy Myk (also known as ToonSmyth). The toon is called All Star Hollywood Thanksgiving (See link below). Myk has another entry co-scored by Jimmy called Night Of The Living Santa (See link below). Both videos are family friendly (If your Family has a sense of humor).


The ANIBOOM links to the entries are at:



All Star Hollywood Thanksgiving




Night Of The Living Santa



Anyway, we hope you enjoy these holiday delights and share them with as many people as possible; Vote for them, force friends and family to leave comments, Text it to everyone you know, Blog it, Facebook it and so on. If Myk wins (even runner up) Matt and I have something very special to share with you! We would ultimately share this item with you anyway - at some point, but if you vote and get him up there with the big contenders we will show it to you sooner.


In other news:


  The new album is sounding like a diamond covered in platinum (and lightly dusted in 24 Karat gold). We are ecstatic!!!


  We have some MUSIC VIDEOS headed your way.


  We start playing again soon; we have a FOR SURE show on Friday the 13th of November and we hope to have one or two before then. At these shows we will be playing some old favorites, a few new songs (that no one has heard yet, but us) as well some fan favorites we have never played live before; feel free to submit suggestions through the comments on this blog or don't.



Love,
    Plecostomus



Wednesday, August 05, 2009 

Current mood:  content
Category: Food and Restaurants


Matt and I recently had the honor of trying the Chicken Fried Bacon Strips with Country Gravy Dipping Sauce offered at one of Omaha's finest Feed Lots, The Brokeback Fork!



I shit you not!


Matt (The bravest of our souls) decided to take the first delectable bite...





Matt joyfully quipped: "It's good to be alive!" and added: "God Bless America for coming up with such life affirming sustenance!"




About 3 minutes later Matt went into Cardiac Arrest...







Tightening of the chest into cardiac arrest...






Cardiac arrest into kidney failure...






Kidney failure into bowel evacuation.





Naturally, I finished my entree of Texas Stag Meatloaf with Chipotle dressing and Garlic Blue Cheese Mashed Potatoes before calling 911...




I think Matt was whispering "Help!" at this point. SO CUTE, LADIES!!!




-Pleco Jimmy



P.S. Matt is in stable condition at Mercy Medical Center. Send all donations via PayPal so we can go back and try out the TEN-CHEESE Stuffed Deep Fried Prime Rib Bites!!!





Currently reading:
The Name of the Wind (Kingkiller Chronicles, Day 1)
By Patrick Rothfuss
Friday, June 26, 2009 

Current mood:  aroused
Category: Automotive
-tears-

   Today is the end of an era for Pop music. The King of 'crotch grabbing' and 'soliciting sex from minors' has decided to take his final bow and leave this shitty rock on a journey into less grassy fields. If there is one thing that I have learned from Micheal Jackson it is this: Don't ever neglect or destroy your inner child... Also: don't touch little kids.

Despite his tenacious and bizarre attempts at staying 'young forever' we - as a society - have also learned one other thing from M.J. : Eventually - everybody dies and there is no amount of money in the world that will save you!



Michael: Rest in peace, you bizarre and wonderful Peter Pan... and may you find that nice little Knott's Berry Farm in the sky.



-Pleco



"off to never never-land." - Metallica



P.S. - Farrah Fawcett also died, but we all saw that one coming.


Currently listening:
Thriller
By Michael Jackson
Release date: 1990-10-25
Thursday, June 25, 2009 

Current mood:  guilty
Category: Parties and Nightlife
Uranium:



- Plecostomus -
Currently watching:
Uranium Conspiracy (1978)
Release date: 2007-12-13
Wednesday, June 24, 2009 

Current mood:  adventurous
Category: Romance and Relationships
I'm not talking about red-light-district-thirty-dollars-for-a-hand-job love, I'm talking about long-walks-on-the-beach-and-spooning-while-watching-the-Food-Network love... That's the kind of love that can only be bought with caring, commitment, and trust (or a mere $120 if you happen to currently reside in one of our Nation's many "tent cities").

That being said...

THE COMMON MAN NEEDS TO BOW DOWN BEFORE US!!!

This decree is based, of course, on our sincere empathy for the common man.




Love Always, Pleco

(the destroyers of pussy)



P.S. - New album coming soon!
Currently reading:
Killer Clown: John Wayne: The John Wayne Gacy Murders
By Terry Sullivan