Too little fame, too much sex.

I’ve been getting my shit together over there, slowly.

Here’s where I express my gratitude to you for making February the biggest month yet for this obscure little blog. Even as the world moves away from sites like mine and toward micro-blogging, the numbers steadily climb. Last month saw an average of 644 unique visitors a day and, for the first time, 2000 hits touch down every 24 hours.

Provably, much of this traffic didn’t come from business outfits wanting to sell me Viagra and other such products, which is nice. But many were looking for info on Charlotte Gainsbourg, masturbating.

Good stuff, all and all. I gotta remember to reach out to my man at Barry’s Tickets so that he can re-up on that ad to your right.

I’ve been busy though.

Blip.fm is fine. More wanna tweet though.

Thought you might wanna flip the script.

A bit over a month ago, David Mills, co-creator of The Wire precursor The Corner and a long-time supporter of the blog, posted five great songs about the legend of Dock Ellis. I found them this weekend, and here they are:

1. “Dock Ellis” – Zachariah & the Lobos Riders

2. “Dock Ellis’ No-No” – Chuck Brodsky

3. “America’s Favorite Pastime” – Todd Snider

4. “Dock Ellis” – Marvin’s Garden

5. “Dock Ellis” – SF Seals

Some great songs here…

The contest honors those who have helped most in mainstreaming the business of medical marijuana. Although I won’t turn down nominations, it would make more sense for you to consider California Alternative Caregivers.

From Marijuana Business Reporter:

The Medical Marijuana Honors 4/20 Awards will salute the businesses, non-profits, government entities and other organizations that have made the greatest impact in the last year to greater understanding, standards and progress in moving the emerging medical marijuana industry to the mainstream.

A panel of judges drawn from various sectors of the industry will decide the winners of the honors based on an evaluation of overall excellence and accomplishments in bringing medical marijuana into the mainstream. Readers can nominate their selections for the honors by filling out a form at www.marijuanabusinessreporter.com. Deadline for all nominations is April 1, 2010.

All you stoners might want to get an early start on things, know what I mean?

Quickly, take a look inside L.A.’s first legal medical marijuana dispensary.

I made this thing with a strong assist from DJ Noj. He did this amazing maneuver in which he manipulated a cell phone camera and a traditional video cam, simultaneously. Also, he helped me negotiate my newbie ass through iMovie. These things were invaluable.

Noj also pushed me toward an edit that minimized leering at the attractive young women of California Alternative Caregivers. So, thanks for that. (Although I may add the lascivious version to my YouTube Channel.)

Marijuana Business Reporter commissioned this profile. I hope to do more and better personal reporting in this area, as every California dispensary that I’ve visited has profoundly reflected its neighborhood character. Rich, rich material from a rare nascent regional industry.

For the take on where my head’s at that mere words cannot convey.

We don’t know exactly what will be said in Florida tomorrow. But just about all of us think we have pretty good idea.

That’s because corporations are already human-like players in our lives. And the humanoid robots we know them to be are selfish jerks, capable of only synthetic emotion.

Peyton Manning is way more personable, in a far more popular sport, than the guy who’s supposed to say I’m sorry in the morning. If it wasn’t my job to keep up on some stuff, I’d probably shoot baskets.

Nah, that’s not true. I sense though that Tigger — as I mindlessly call him — is about to become interesting.  I want to see him, if only out of habit.

It’s not the boning, but the perceived suffering that makes him interesting, finally. He has texture now, and at a relatively young age. (Older than Kobe, younger than MJ.) Who knows which way he’s going?
Maybe dude will reveal himself to be deeply evil. Now, that would be interesting.

But more than apology, I want to hear about Tiger’s travels. How…

I am stunned to be so overcome with emotion by Chris Jones’ Esquire profile of the first film critic to win a Pulitzer Prize.

It slipped my mind how much watching Ebert and Gene Siskel on Sneak Previews got me started on arguing about art and sport and such. (BTW, what an incredible week of new theatrical releases that was!) Maybe the volume of debate that’s made up my life presently eludes me, but certainly the ex-wife, sons, my girlfriend, past editors, and random strangers in arenas, movie theaters, video stores, strip clubs and airline flights know what’s up.

Now they can all have someone to blame…