"We love you, Conrad. Oh, yes we do."

I heard it for the first time in forever today, that song, and Jesus, I wasn't missing it. I get it, I really do, and, don't get me wrong, I appreciate the love, just not at my day job. Conrad is a fun character and I can see how he could be memorable, when played by the right person, a good actor. But, that wasn't me, not ever, and especially not my senior year of high school. Cripes, I was hungover for at least one of the performances.

So, let us let it go, ok? I don't do much stage work these days, as much as it gnaws at my need for attention. I write now and if you have happened to have seen and, God forbid, like my portrayal of Mr. Conrad Birdie, then please, don't thank me by singing, thank me by buying a copy of my book. (You knew I'd get around to it.)

Besides, my Piney was so much better.

"To race and ethnicity, and not knowing the difference between the two."

I'd like to take a moment and focus on not promoting my book, Faith (Which you totally should buy), but instead talk about something else I love (but for your sake do not produce), music.

Or, more specifically, I'd like to bring attention to, pimp-out if you will, a friend's podcast, The Know Nothing Music Show. I know I'm being a whore here, but it's a good place to learn about some of the more under-the-radar music out there (I should know, the majority of local bands have been suggested by me, and until someone else gets 3, I'm sticking to that) and apparently, starting this week, audio equipment. It's a good mix, and, to spread my legs even wider here, it's kept entertaining by a certain someone who keeps prostituting my website over there. It's mutual sucky-fucky and they should use that as a positive review for their site.

The Know Nothing Music Show: It's mutual sucky-fucky.

And, more on the podcast front, if you want to know where the inspiration for the quote in the title came from, look up the 7am hour of Tuesday's Drex in the Morning Radio Show on iTunes and listen to the discussion about mixed-race children. The highlights range from a girl thinking the Dred Scott decision happened sometime between 1930 and 1960, to absolutely no one understanding that Irish is not a race, but an ethnicity. Otherwise, I'd be just like Halle Berry and hated by Ann Coulter too.

Happy New Years (Yeah. There were two.)

Some thoughts and lessons:

Let's Play Two - Actually, a bad idea. Two New Year observances seem like a good idea, and they still may be, just not when they're six hours apart. You'll never make the second one, trust me, I saw an Irishman tap.

Blitzed by Six - Yes. The entertainment was.

Man on Man Action - Really. Really makes the wife mad.

McDonald's - Must be serving clown meat. It explains so much, like the fact that their hamburger, cheeseburger, and McDouble all sell for the same price.

Ethnic Insensitivity - Apparently still OK, as long as its directed at the Italians.

Self Insensitivity - To continue from above, due to my Italian heritage, long hair, and pointed ears, I've taken to referring to myself as Dagolas.

Home by Ten - Yes. Everyone was.

Bloody Mary - Tastes better when not made with coarse pepper and when not made off the floor.

Get the fuck out. - Or, why you should never ask an Irishman what Jameson's is, especially when he's buying you a shot of it.

McDonald's Redux - Or, how to not have common sense. If you're opening late, but don't want to serve breakfast, I understand that. However, if you cut breakfast off at 10:30 on a normal day, don't fucking open at 10 and talk to me like I'm stupid for wanting a Southern Style Chicken Biscuit, just open at 10:30 and make it easier on us all.

Illnesses - I have one, but I took some blue pills I found in my nightstand, hallucinated, and laughed. I don't feel any better though.

Listen To - Brendan Loughrey, for he was the entertainment of the evening and entertaining he was.

Buy - My book. Pretty, pretty please.

As we toasted to last evening,

Here's to 2010.

Cheers.

Faith (MY BOOK!!!!!)

It's here, it's here, after much delay it's finally here!

There are two covers available for purchase, one being the mass market. (The one for everyone.)


The other being the incentive cover because you've taken the precious time to visit my site and I thank you for that with this:


To buy, simply click on the cover you want. Operators may not be standing by, but you'll be able to purchase nonetheless.

Title: Faith
Author: Shaun Hamilton
Price: $10.95 (US)

Synopsis:When a house is a bought for seemingly too good of a deal, the buyer starts to look for why and he soon realizes that the former Internet porn sensation, Bethany James, may be the main cause, but she isn't the only. Soon his life begins to spiral out of control as he learns more about his neighborhood, his girlfriend, surviving Armageddon, coming face to face with his forty-foot tall Messiah, and how it all ties in with a battle for not only his fate, but that of the entire world as well.

Any and All Purchases Will be Greatly Appreciated.

Lord, I'm only Human. I'm Tired and I Want to Go Home.

SAVE MY SOUL!

It's true. I am tired, but it's alright. It's a good kind of tired, one that comes from many nights working on a labor of love and that's really what this all is, a labor of love. I'm talking about my book of course and, on the eve of its arrival, I'm flipping through a copy, finding what little work is left to do and actually being quite pleased. It's really not bad, I think. Really, I was expecting it to be a whole lot worse, so I'm not ashamed about putting it out for sale.

It's nerve-wracking, sure, but it's all a part of exposing what you consider talent to the rest of the world. Some will love, some will hate, most will never care, but you should always be proud for trying, and for that I am.

So, by Friday, December 6, the book will be for sale and please purchase for whatever reason you want. Just purchase, remember, I'm a whore and I want you to buy my book. As incentive, I give you the mass market front cover. (There should be another cover exclusive to this site on the release date, so make sure you check back then and often.)


By the way, the title of this post comes from the song Hey Ho, On the Devil's Back by the band Katzenjammer. I highly recommend checking them out if you enjoy good, fun, infectious music from Europe. Their album, Le Pop, is only available via download for those of us in the good ol' U.S. of A.