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fuck you now i do

album du jour: blake babies god bless the blake babies

if you're ever confronted with the opportunity to watch the movie XX/XY please save yourself the time. it was....not....good, although maya stange is the most gorgeous woman on the planet. she's in a movie called garage days that i can't wait to see, but isn't on video as of yet.

day in the life

the small 4-year old whom i pass by on my walks every day (i refer to him as chunk) threw a dirt clod at me today. he has a rather deadly eye for a yout (what is a yout??). anyway, throw another indignity on the pile.

i opened the windows in my room today, and not even an hour later the little teenage gangsters (ltg's) that live next door lit a fire in their backyard which yielded a wonderfully pungent smoke that infiltrated my fortess of solitude. thus the window-opening experiment was terminated.

my cat is getting somewhat obese, and she can't go outside (the neighborhood strays chased her up a tree last time we let her out and it took 3 days to get her down), so i'm thinking of getting a harness and leash and walking her up and down the hall. or i could buy a treadmill and "teach" her to use it. wouldn't that be a gas.

album du jour: mc honky i am the messiah

here you can listen to "what a bringdown" which is my song of the day

i love the riaa more than fox news

article from cnn.com:

BOSTON, Massachusetts(AP) -- The recording industry has withdrawn a lawsuit accusing a 66-year-old woman, who says she didn't even have file-sharing software, of illegally sharing hundreds of songs including rap.

The lawsuit against sculptor Sara Seabury Ward was among 261 lawsuits filed this month by the Recording Industry Association of America as part of a fight against Internet file-trading.

It accused her of illegally sharing more than 2,000 songs through the file-sharing service Kazaa, including rapper Trick Daddy's "I'm a Thug."

The industry threatened to hold her liable for up to $150,000 for each song.

But Ward's lawyer, Jeffrey Beeler wrote in a letter to industry representatives that Ward was a "computer neophyte" who never even installed file-sharing software on her computer, The Boston Globe reported Wednesday.

In fact, Ward uses a Macintosh computer at home, and Kazaa runs only on Windows-based computer programs, Beeler noted.

The case, filed in federal court in Boston, was dropped Friday.

However, RIAA lawyer Colin Zick added that "we will continue our review of the issues you raised and we reserve the right to refile the complaint against Mrs. Ward if and when circumstances warrant."

Neither Zick nor Ward immediately returned calls seeking comment Wednesday morning.

album du jour: rufus wainwright want one

i love fox news

i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news i love fox news

just because they do a much better job of discrediting themselves than i or anyone else ever could. i love fox news.

divorce cont'd

perhaps i can elaborate a bit more on my anti-alcohol propaganda from yesterday. i don't want to go into details, because frankly i'm trying to forget the ones i can remember. just as a cautionary tale, i will say that i accidentally called my parents at 5 in the a.m. thinking i was calling a friend. my mom answered and i demanded to know what she was doing at my friend's house, you know, since she and my dad have been going out for 26 years or so and i thought she was being unfaithful. at any rate, i hung up on her once i realized my mistake (astounding i realized it at all). luckily she and my dad had their moments when they were younger and were very understanding, so we just had a nice laugh about it the day after.

my only concern in getting on the wagon (or off the wagon, whichever it is) is that i'll be able to be relaxed enough to be around people without the aid of the demon liquor (and my diablo cocktails). i know i can resist alcohol, i don't know if i can be comfortable (socially, that is). everyone pray to their respective gods for me.

maybe i should try a different substance. i hear wonderful things about paint thinner.

album of the day: zero 7 simple things

i first listened to this album a couple of years ago and didn't care for it. then i gave it another chance today and really liked it. go fig

divorce

i think it is very important that i make a concerted effort to eliminate all alcohol consumption from my lifestyle (perhaps with the exception of nyquil). drinking has never brought me anything but grief and i need to know if i can be sociable without it. this is going to be ugly.

my nomination for one of the best characters of all time is one charles de marr

album of the day: ned's atomic dustbin god fodder

post-hoc

today is such a beautiful day that i almost went outside (almost). i did, however, open the blinds in my room, which i don't believe i've done since march. i've been thinking about doing the brian wilson stay-in-bed-forever thing, but i decided it would be a bit easier and not as detrimental to do a subdued variation. i've been a hermit for a while, so now i'm just trying to be cool by saying i'm imitating brian wilson after-the-fact. hindsight = 20/20

even though i'm not a smoker, i really wish i had a joint to go outside with. the only time i enjoy it is when it's daytime, i'm alone, and i'm outside. not a social smoker (i guess i'm anti-smocial).

album of the day: built to spill keep it like a secret

chunk

there's this little fat kid that lives near us who says hi to me every time i walk past his house. he's four years old, and every time i pass he asks me a different question. today he asked if i had a mom and dad, and i said yes. then he asked if i had a kid, and i said no. then he asked if i was a kid, to which i said of course. i really want to teach him to do the truffle shuffle (from the goonies) but i don't know if his parents would appreciate it. still, the kid cracks me up.

album of the day: ride nowhere

social darwinism

while i was walking today i saw a man and two little boys, roughly around ten years old, tooling with two small motorbikes on the side of the road. when i passed by a second time, the two boys were lined up aside each other while the father (i'm assuming) stood 20 feet or so in front of them acting as the starting light. the kids took off and sped down the road (sans helmets) at probably 30 miles and hour, at least. i can understand kids wanting to do this; i'm sure it was a blast. how could an adult, though, not only let this go on but encourage it? shit like that really raises my blood pressure. you would think that, given enough time, all the really ignorant ghetto cajun people will kill themselves off.

album of the day: lush gala

i love raymond

if anyone notices that alot of contradictory notions go through my mind quite often, please point them out when they do. i'm more often than not self-aware and hyper-analytical as per my own thoughts, but my memory isn't what it used to be (what with all the crack smoking and drano sniffing i did back in grade school) so sometimes i get caught up with a particular emotion du jour and forget that i sang a different tune at an earlier time.

i got a call from a staffing service asking if i wanted a contract job in kingsville, texas. the logistics of the whole thing rendered it impossible, but at least it's something of a positive affirmation (of which i get very few these days).

has anyone dabbled with friendster? i'm not sure if it's worth signing up for.

album of the day: goldfrapp black cherry

i don't love raymond

there is an up-and-coming rem concert in new orleans, to which a local radio station is giving away tickets and back stage passes to some lucky winner. it's ironically sad, that whoever wins will be someone who listens to the radio all the time, and therefore cannot possibly be a true follower of rem. i'm sure stipe would be so impressed to meet this specimen. can you play that's me in the corner? i love that song!

and actually and rather conincidentally there's a sold-out radiohead concert this week to which 96.5 is giving front row seats/back stage passes away. the winner will probably be someone calling in because he or she abolutely loved the "so fucking special" song because it was totally written about them.

i have no faith in anybody these days

i walked in the rain today and it was nice.

album of the day: the sex pistols never mind the bollocks

sitting here making compilations cds for friends

I wish i was friends with carson daly
Casey Kasem is the devil
I would rather eat my own nut sack than watch old people dance on a late saturday afternoon

fables of the reconstruction

so, really, what is it that you think you know? about anything? please, i want to know. and desperattely, because i am ostensibly clueless. what's more, i don't think i care anymore. especially about myself..yeah, cry me a river asses. what would you do...suck on this: the great mass of men lead lives of great desperation.

name the author and win a cookie.

album of the day: sahara hotnights jennie bomb

prove to me that you are somehow worthy of this album and i will befriend you. or just send me an e-mail that says "hi" and i'll be nice as well :o)

classgear brand

the following is something i wrote a couple years ago wehn i was closer to alright:

there are always people telling us what we want, how they will provide it, and what we should believe. convictions are infetious, and people can make others convinced of almost anything. we are typically ready to believe that our ways, our beliefs, our religion, our politics are better than theirs, or that our god-given rights trump theirs or that our interests require defensive or proactive, or pre-emptive strikes against them. ultimately, it is ideas for which people kill each other. it is because of notions about what the others are like, or who we are, or what our interests/rights require, that we go to war, or oppress others with a good conscience, or even sometimes acquiesce in our own oppression by others. when these beliefs involve the slumber of reason, critical awakening is the antidote. introspection enables us to step abck, to see our perspective on a situation as possibly distorted or even blind; at the very least to see if there is argument or preferring our ways, or whether it is just subjective. could there, though, be drawbacks to said antidote? the area between narcisism and envy is gray, and certainly there exists some rather tumultuous overstep. (cont'd)

there's alot more, but at present i've had too much wine and don't feel like transcribing it from my classgear notebook. maybe i will at another date. i can't say why i felt like bringing this up now, except that i was reading through my writing(s) and was somewhat vilified by this segment. if anyone wants some more let me know. this first installment is free....

album of the day: beulah yoko

mikey will try anything

out of boredom this afternoon i took my can of office depot compressed air and put the little cocktail straw attached to it in my mouth and tried breathing it in, just to see what would happen. nothing did. i need to get another can of air though.

it's probably a dangerous sign when life gets so monotonous that you start looking for things around the house to ingest and/or inhale.

my little cousins found half a pack of cigarettes in my desk drawer, which were leftovers from the last time i went out. they gave me one of those child-like innocent looks and asked what i was doing with them. i answered by asking them what they were doing scrounging around in my desk. but the damage is done, i feel like a bad influence (although i only smoke when drinking. i should have told them that. it sounds much better right?). as if i didn't have enough indignities in my life to worry about, now i'm getting them from children.

album of the day: hooverphonic blue wonder power milk

they have a newer one out, but i prefer this one

on the news: a beautiful and popular 22-year old girl is missing. her parents on camera make pleas. a small segment is put together for the national television program. what about the missing ugly girls with no friends? i guess they can only grace our milk cartons.

john donne right on

why does seemingly every person on earth feel the need to couple at a certain age? i see person after person grow up, whether it be friends or relatives or celebrities or whoever, and like clockwork they just pair up with someone at or around a certain age. i don't understand society's need for compulsory companionship just because it's the time to do it. maybe people need outside validation. there seems to be some unwritten law that you should be with someone and eventually get married and have babies. i do understand the need for species perpetuation, but it gets very old very quickly when every single person you know or know of is paired off like like some prize cow. why is the duo ideal, and why do people feel bad for the lone. noone makes movies about some guy or girl trying to get out of being a couple (for the pure sake of being single), only getting into one (or variations upon variations thereof). i don't know why i have this axe to grind. really. i'm sure there's some deep-rooted need for self-validation that's trying to come out somewhere in there, but that can be said about almost anything anyone does. so anyway, i'm going to defiantly make efforts to be proud of being an island unto myself and try to celebrate solitude (after i buy some vaseline of course).

album of the day: the weakerthans reconstruction site

cause i'm fucking tired

my favorite dr. phil quotes from letterman (taken wonderfully out of context):

When I was like...4th, 5th, 6th, 7th grade, I raised pigeons.
I would eat Coco Puffs if I got hungry enough.
Do you realize that you can't play the game of life with sweaty palms?
I wanna be Miss America.
The day's OK, and then I smoke dope and get over it.
Kids hate me.
Daddy loves you.
Oh, I'm just casually taking heroin.
From this point forward I want you to start living as a gay woman.
You're fat, stupid, and a pig.
You bastard!
I can't believe you aren't happy for me, you wretched bitch.
If I have to cry, then I'll cry. If crying doesn't get it done, then alright, I'll start choking.
You know what? I'm a big boy.
When I spit at my mother, bad things happen.
(to a young girl) You're not a good person.

yeah, this is one of those lazy entries that result when i have nothing worthwhile to write about (not that writing about my cat regurgitating yesterday was gold or anything). i'm just on the cusp of a slumber that i pray (not literally) will last at least 15 numb hours. they say these otc antihistamines aren't "habit-forming" (such a nicer word than "addictive"). i'm not so sre abii ut thhth. ,, ,mna.t .. ........lk...................

album of the day: le tigre feminist sweepstakes

find it odd that a male would like girls of rage music? well suck on it, it's good.