You know, I've often wondered if my wardrobe was complete. I recently purchased new winter boots, thinking maybe that's what was leaving me unfulfilled. Now I know all I've been missing is a shirt with Mac Tonnies on it! Purchase these for everyone on your holiday list!
Incidentally, have you checked out Jason's post on Tribulation Christmas? Check out the preview then answer me this: Why do people assume Jesus will fly everywhere? Doesn't that seem an abuse of power?
Sunday, November 16, 2003
For the sake of discussion....
So I was thinking...what's really up with guys and their attachment to porn? I can understand a guy utilizing the great world of crack whores exposing their naughty bits for cash when this person is say....SINGLE...and everything...but why when you're involved? You know, a couple watching a movie together every once in a while is one thing, but when one person is using net porn for the sake of masturbation, and is doing this roughly 20% (probably a conservative estimate) of the times they jack off...hmmm. Not sure how I feel about that. What does it say about your satisfaction with the sexual proclivity of your partner if you have to resort to images on a computer screen to get off? And, again for the sake of discussion, is it supposed to make the other person feel better when it is explained that a picture of them is next to the computer when this goes on, and that they're not far from that person's mind? Saying that a person is "not far" is not the same as "being there" - there's still some distance involved. And honestly, do people really feel comfortable being inserted into a fantasy that involves fat guys with mullets and sluts with bad boob jobs getting it on? And then there's this argument: "But you bought (insert title of risque indie movie here...maybe "Secretary" or something) because it turns you on...". Not the same. Art is art and other people fucking is porn. One is presumably not using the film as a substitute to good old fashioned knocking of the boots. Saying that this practice has nothing to do with the other person is bullshit. Actively pursuing other avenues of arousal while involved with someone else is questionable at best. If porn's ok...why stop there? Why not go to peep shows or get hookers? "It has nothing to do with how I feel about you...". Hm.
To sum up: If you're single, and at the moment porn is your only avenue of self satisfaction, then do whatever gets you through the night. However, if you're involved in more than a casual relationship, and the person you're involved with clearly isn't into porn, then for god's sake, knock it off. Or at least lie about it.
DISCLAIMER: This is not in reference to Jason Sheets, who thinks porn is rather distasteful. Simply an overheard conversation.
So I was thinking...what's really up with guys and their attachment to porn? I can understand a guy utilizing the great world of crack whores exposing their naughty bits for cash when this person is say....SINGLE...and everything...but why when you're involved? You know, a couple watching a movie together every once in a while is one thing, but when one person is using net porn for the sake of masturbation, and is doing this roughly 20% (probably a conservative estimate) of the times they jack off...hmmm. Not sure how I feel about that. What does it say about your satisfaction with the sexual proclivity of your partner if you have to resort to images on a computer screen to get off? And, again for the sake of discussion, is it supposed to make the other person feel better when it is explained that a picture of them is next to the computer when this goes on, and that they're not far from that person's mind? Saying that a person is "not far" is not the same as "being there" - there's still some distance involved. And honestly, do people really feel comfortable being inserted into a fantasy that involves fat guys with mullets and sluts with bad boob jobs getting it on? And then there's this argument: "But you bought (insert title of risque indie movie here...maybe "Secretary" or something) because it turns you on...". Not the same. Art is art and other people fucking is porn. One is presumably not using the film as a substitute to good old fashioned knocking of the boots. Saying that this practice has nothing to do with the other person is bullshit. Actively pursuing other avenues of arousal while involved with someone else is questionable at best. If porn's ok...why stop there? Why not go to peep shows or get hookers? "It has nothing to do with how I feel about you...". Hm.
To sum up: If you're single, and at the moment porn is your only avenue of self satisfaction, then do whatever gets you through the night. However, if you're involved in more than a casual relationship, and the person you're involved with clearly isn't into porn, then for god's sake, knock it off. Or at least lie about it.
DISCLAIMER: This is not in reference to Jason Sheets, who thinks porn is rather distasteful. Simply an overheard conversation.
Saturday, November 15, 2003
Dan Ayala sent me this link, promising that it was better than the Swamp Donkey of Maryville, or American Pride in Lee's Summit (I'll try to find the disk with pictures of both of these and post them later). It's a close second, I have to agree. I think it should be noted that the guy who painted this rock is named "Bubba".
Song of the day: "Iscarabaid" - Sunny Day Real Estate.
Thursday, November 13, 2003
I'm Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme!
Which Simon and Garfunkel album are you?
"Go to the grocery store, buy some new friends..."
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
Some Recent Observations
* What's up with those Excedrin commercials? They're usually in black and white, with some seriously white collar guy talking all matter-of-factly about headaches and stress, his tone not unlike my father sounded when I missed curfew in high school. I don't like being lectured, especially about headache medicine.
* The Rapture and The Shins at The Granada on the 22! Yeehaw kiddies!
* I keep trying to get fired up over the next presidential election, but I can't. Have I been lulled into apathy?
* According to an Oprah episode I saw the other day, Strippercize is the new workout craze. Or something. Oh, spare me. No one really wants to see "average" women, who've probably never had an orgasm once in their life, attempting to writhe on a pole. Go ahead and get in touch with your sexuality, but not on national TV.
* Have you noticed how nosey Thom Yorke is on the new Radiohead album? Just because he's in one of the greatest bands to come out of the islands in forever doesn't mean he needs to know if I'm happy or not. (Stole this observation from McJason)
* I was dying to see "Love Actually". It sucked. I was sad.
* No matter how poorly you think you're doing at your job, there's always someone else doing worse than you.
* I picked up the Weird Al video collection this weekend. That's some funny stuff. I highly recommend it if you have the means.
* The KU/Nebraska game was this weekend in Lawrence. Small riots ensued. Tires were slashed. I know I just "don't get" sports at all, but I fail to see why anything would warrant that kind of behavior, excluding things like mass poverty and political oppression. You know, a friend from Milwaukee told me that happened there when a showing of "Barber Shop" sold out and people couldn't get in. I can kind of understand that. It was a good movie.
* Riot Grrl Lovin' Jews are the worst kind of people.
Song of the day: "Underground" - Ben Folds Five.
* What's up with those Excedrin commercials? They're usually in black and white, with some seriously white collar guy talking all matter-of-factly about headaches and stress, his tone not unlike my father sounded when I missed curfew in high school. I don't like being lectured, especially about headache medicine.
* The Rapture and The Shins at The Granada on the 22! Yeehaw kiddies!
* I keep trying to get fired up over the next presidential election, but I can't. Have I been lulled into apathy?
* According to an Oprah episode I saw the other day, Strippercize is the new workout craze. Or something. Oh, spare me. No one really wants to see "average" women, who've probably never had an orgasm once in their life, attempting to writhe on a pole. Go ahead and get in touch with your sexuality, but not on national TV.
* Have you noticed how nosey Thom Yorke is on the new Radiohead album? Just because he's in one of the greatest bands to come out of the islands in forever doesn't mean he needs to know if I'm happy or not. (Stole this observation from McJason)
* I was dying to see "Love Actually". It sucked. I was sad.
* No matter how poorly you think you're doing at your job, there's always someone else doing worse than you.
* I picked up the Weird Al video collection this weekend. That's some funny stuff. I highly recommend it if you have the means.
* The KU/Nebraska game was this weekend in Lawrence. Small riots ensued. Tires were slashed. I know I just "don't get" sports at all, but I fail to see why anything would warrant that kind of behavior, excluding things like mass poverty and political oppression. You know, a friend from Milwaukee told me that happened there when a showing of "Barber Shop" sold out and people couldn't get in. I can kind of understand that. It was a good movie.
* Riot Grrl Lovin' Jews are the worst kind of people.
Song of the day: "Underground" - Ben Folds Five.
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
I suppose I should make a few comments about the partial birth abortion ban. While I personally find second semester abortions repugnant, I do realize they unfortunately have an appropriate time and place (mother/child's health, rape and incest, etc.). I know that sometimes it's difficult for a woman to make arrangements in time for a first semester abortion - although if abortions were more accessible to rural communities and/or more affordable, you wouldn't have that problem would you? But my real issue is the terminology of the bill - it's very vague, and can be interpreted to include all abortion procedures, and if one wanted to be a real jackass of a judge, restricting access to birth control. You think Bush knows this? Oh hell yes. What irritates me more, is that, albeit relying on stereotypes, I'm sure the men pushing this bill through have gotten some woman "in trouble" before and have indirectly or directly relied on an abortion to avoid any scandal. The hypocrisy is sickening. But let's be fair - in the majority of cases, abortion in any trimester is used as a form of birth control, not in cases of rape or incest, and if women would get their shit together and use birth control to begin with, this issue wouldn't be so dramatic. There's really no excuse for women in this country to not protect themselves - it's accessible, relatively cheap, and certainly more practical than being irresponsible and praying for the crimson tide every month. Popping a pill every day is a lot less work than bringing an unwanted child into the world, or living with the guilt of - let's be honest - murder - on your soul for the rest of your life. I'm all for sexual liberation, but with freedom comes responsibility. And we all know, that when it comes down to the finality of it all, women can't really rely on men to be responsible or dependable. Men will never, ever be faced with the true impact of the decision, so why women aren't proactive in avoiding it is beyond me. Maybe there's more truth to that whole "weaker sex" thing than I'd like to think.
Song of the day: "Goodbye Max!" - MK Ultra (as usual, John Vanderslice will always be my hero).
Song of the day: "Goodbye Max!" - MK Ultra (as usual, John Vanderslice will always be my hero).
Thursday, November 06, 2003
Today's "90210" was the infamous Color Me Bad(d?) episode. As with all terrible television programming (TBN, The British House of Commons, Korean Music Hour on IFC, etc.), I couldn't stop watching. It was a trainwreck. Actually, worse than that. It was a trainwreck into a nitroglycerine plant next to an orphanage of paraplegic children who'd just adopted puppies from the humane society. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn't. I was sitting all alone in my living room, smoking like a fiend, with my hands half covering my eyes, almost unable to keep watching when they started singing. How did these guys have any popularity at all? They looked like date rapists that hang out at plasma donation centers. And while I have certainly been guilty of liking bad music, I've never sunk that low. These guys make Andy Gibb look like Bob Dylan.
The Northwest Amnesty benefit concert is tomorrow night. Dare I say it won't be the same without us this year?
Song of the day: "The Wanderer" - Dion and the Motherf-ing Belmonts. Now that's music.
The Northwest Amnesty benefit concert is tomorrow night. Dare I say it won't be the same without us this year?
Song of the day: "The Wanderer" - Dion and the Motherf-ing Belmonts. Now that's music.
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Ok...so I'm sickly addicted to reruns of "Beverly Hills 90210" - I watch them every morning on FX. This morning's episode was the struggle of big business vs. the working man, all wrapped up in one hour. "The world revolves around money? Say it ain't so! Especially in Beverly Hills!" Oh, it was great. There's something about a tv show being so far removed from the real world that makes it utterly enthralling. At least today the story line was more believable than the usual "teen morality" crap that's usually presented. I don't know about you, but my high school experience was nothing like that.
Song of the day: "House of Jealous Lovers" - The Rapture...get out on the floor and shake what your mama gave ya!
Song of the day: "House of Jealous Lovers" - The Rapture...get out on the floor and shake what your mama gave ya!
Sunday, November 02, 2003
A Blustery Autumn Sunday Playlist
"D'You Know What I Mean" - Oasis ("...the sun and the sky never raised an eye to me...")
"Maybe I'll Catch Fire" - Alkaline Trio ("...maybe I'll catch fire...something warm to take hold of me...")
"Sarah" - Fleetwood Mac ("...drowning in a sea of love...where everyone would love to drown...")
"Teeth Like God's Shoeshine" - Modest Mouse ("...the malls are the soon-to-be ghost towns...")
"Suggestions" - System of a Down ("...if you own the lighthouse, then you own the working class...")
"I'm on Fire" - Tori Amos ("...sometimes I feel like you took a knife edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my soul...")
"50 Ways to Leave your Lover" - Paul Simon ("...the problem is all inside your head, she said to me...")
"My Old Flame" - John Vanderslice ("...our old house...oh, everything's changed...bleached out and aired, IKEA'd and swept bare...")
"As Days Go By" - Talking Heads ("...and you say to yourself...how did I get here?...)
"Enfilade" - At the Drive In ("...humor me with this request...in facelessness we'll hide...at leisure with our alibi's...")
"Bob Dylan's Dream" - Bob Dylan ("...ten thousand dollars...I'd give it all gladly at the drop of a hat if our lives could be like that...")
"Amsterdam" - Guster ("...I want to see your reaction, I want to see how it looks...")
"Treat Yourself with Kindness" - Clearlake ("...try your best to treat yourself with just a little bit of kindness...")
"Caring is Creepy" - The Shins ("...never betray the way you've always known it is...")
"The City" - Dismemberment Plan ("...I never had just whatever it is you want, baby...and I really tried, I tried with all my might...it made me crazy to try to figure out what it is I've done wrong...every time when everything I love, everything I hold dear heads out sometime...")
"Everyday is like Sunday" - Morrissey ("...how I didn't wish I was not here...")
How hip am I, eh?
"D'You Know What I Mean" - Oasis ("...the sun and the sky never raised an eye to me...")
"Maybe I'll Catch Fire" - Alkaline Trio ("...maybe I'll catch fire...something warm to take hold of me...")
"Sarah" - Fleetwood Mac ("...drowning in a sea of love...where everyone would love to drown...")
"Teeth Like God's Shoeshine" - Modest Mouse ("...the malls are the soon-to-be ghost towns...")
"Suggestions" - System of a Down ("...if you own the lighthouse, then you own the working class...")
"I'm on Fire" - Tori Amos ("...sometimes I feel like you took a knife edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my soul...")
"50 Ways to Leave your Lover" - Paul Simon ("...the problem is all inside your head, she said to me...")
"My Old Flame" - John Vanderslice ("...our old house...oh, everything's changed...bleached out and aired, IKEA'd and swept bare...")
"As Days Go By" - Talking Heads ("...and you say to yourself...how did I get here?...)
"Enfilade" - At the Drive In ("...humor me with this request...in facelessness we'll hide...at leisure with our alibi's...")
"Bob Dylan's Dream" - Bob Dylan ("...ten thousand dollars...I'd give it all gladly at the drop of a hat if our lives could be like that...")
"Amsterdam" - Guster ("...I want to see your reaction, I want to see how it looks...")
"Treat Yourself with Kindness" - Clearlake ("...try your best to treat yourself with just a little bit of kindness...")
"Caring is Creepy" - The Shins ("...never betray the way you've always known it is...")
"The City" - Dismemberment Plan ("...I never had just whatever it is you want, baby...and I really tried, I tried with all my might...it made me crazy to try to figure out what it is I've done wrong...every time when everything I love, everything I hold dear heads out sometime...")
"Everyday is like Sunday" - Morrissey ("...how I didn't wish I was not here...")
How hip am I, eh?
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
Thursday, October 23, 2003
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Old habits die hard...
While talking with Brian Fish the other night about blogging, a wonderful idea was birthed -- a blog consisting of the random shit spewing that was ever so popular with the Amnesty/English Department/Old School Loop/Santa Fe Shanty crowd these past few years. Brian and Steven have started this blog, Dork Northwest, where certain privileged people can post and "preach to the choir". All in all it's a great concept, since we're all a little too far apart to hook up at The Pub anymore...
Top 5 Santa Fe Shanty Songs:
5. ) "Get Up Go Insane" - Strech-n-Vern
4.) That Pacman on crack song - Bloodhound Gang (you had to be there)
3.) "Setting Sun" - Chemical Brothers
2.) "Glory Box" - Portishead
1.) "Work It" - Missy Elliot
Honorable mention: "Junkie's Prayer" - Mirwais
While talking with Brian Fish the other night about blogging, a wonderful idea was birthed -- a blog consisting of the random shit spewing that was ever so popular with the Amnesty/English Department/Old School Loop/Santa Fe Shanty crowd these past few years. Brian and Steven have started this blog, Dork Northwest, where certain privileged people can post and "preach to the choir". All in all it's a great concept, since we're all a little too far apart to hook up at The Pub anymore...
Top 5 Santa Fe Shanty Songs:
5. ) "Get Up Go Insane" - Strech-n-Vern
4.) That Pacman on crack song - Bloodhound Gang (you had to be there)
3.) "Setting Sun" - Chemical Brothers
2.) "Glory Box" - Portishead
1.) "Work It" - Missy Elliot
Honorable mention: "Junkie's Prayer" - Mirwais
Sunday, October 19, 2003
Here's what I think about Darkness...
They're not:
*Groundbreaking
*Brilliant
*Excellent musicians
*Particularly newsworthy
They are:
*Campy
*Catchy
*Highly addictive
*Pretty damn funny
Saturday, October 18, 2003
Today's post brought to you by Brian Fish, photographer, writer, slave for The Man, former roommate and all around damn fine friend.
"Celebrities have what it takes to win elections. Here's my suggestion for part of the 2004 Executive Branch:
President: Harrison Ford (Tom Clancy fans would probably agree)
Vice President: Oprah (imagine what the "White House: After the Show" episodes would be like!)
Attorney General: Bob Dylan (poetic justice)
Secretary of State: Gandalf the White (I don't need to justify this.)
Secretary of Commerce: Ralph Nader (The fastest way to bring down sky-scrapers...well...maybe not the FASTEST...)
Secretary of Defense: O.J. Simpson (Knows a little something about defense.)
Secretary of the Treasury: Bill Gates (He has all the money anyway, and his products control the rest.)
Secretary of Homeland Security: Clint Eastwood (Wouldn't you feel safe?)
Secretary of Agriculture: Willie Nelson (*slow clap*)
Secretary of Housing & Urban Development: P-Diddy and Lil’ Kim (Don't you watch MTV Cribs?)
Secretary of Energy: Shazam (Shaaaaazam! No more power outages.)
Secretary of Labor: David Hasselhoff (If he's had a career this long, he must know what he's doing.)
Secretary of Health & Human Services: Richard Simmons (But can we really handle the flames?)
Secretary of Transportation: The Batmobile (Might not get congressional approval. May have to ask the Labor Secretary to bust Kit out of storage.)
Secretary of Education: Susan Sarandon (Because she's cool like that.)
Secretary of the Interior: Lou Diamond Phillips? (The only Native American celeb I could think of.)
Press Secretary: Quentin Tarantino (Press conferences would at least be bloody, if not a little more Bohemian.)
Drug Czar: Woody Harrelson (You get it.)
EPA: (will remain vacant since no one really cares about protecting the environment)
Secretary of Veterans Affairs: Saddam Hussein (I really can't justify this, so I will not try.)"
Song of the day: "I'm Too Sexy" - Right Said Fred.
"Celebrities have what it takes to win elections. Here's my suggestion for part of the 2004 Executive Branch:
President: Harrison Ford (Tom Clancy fans would probably agree)
Vice President: Oprah (imagine what the "White House: After the Show" episodes would be like!)
Attorney General: Bob Dylan (poetic justice)
Secretary of State: Gandalf the White (I don't need to justify this.)
Secretary of Commerce: Ralph Nader (The fastest way to bring down sky-scrapers...well...maybe not the FASTEST...)
Secretary of Defense: O.J. Simpson (Knows a little something about defense.)
Secretary of the Treasury: Bill Gates (He has all the money anyway, and his products control the rest.)
Secretary of Homeland Security: Clint Eastwood (Wouldn't you feel safe?)
Secretary of Agriculture: Willie Nelson (*slow clap*)
Secretary of Housing & Urban Development: P-Diddy and Lil’ Kim (Don't you watch MTV Cribs?)
Secretary of Energy: Shazam (Shaaaaazam! No more power outages.)
Secretary of Labor: David Hasselhoff (If he's had a career this long, he must know what he's doing.)
Secretary of Health & Human Services: Richard Simmons (But can we really handle the flames?)
Secretary of Transportation: The Batmobile (Might not get congressional approval. May have to ask the Labor Secretary to bust Kit out of storage.)
Secretary of Education: Susan Sarandon (Because she's cool like that.)
Secretary of the Interior: Lou Diamond Phillips? (The only Native American celeb I could think of.)
Press Secretary: Quentin Tarantino (Press conferences would at least be bloody, if not a little more Bohemian.)
Drug Czar: Woody Harrelson (You get it.)
EPA: (will remain vacant since no one really cares about protecting the environment)
Secretary of Veterans Affairs: Saddam Hussein (I really can't justify this, so I will not try.)"
Song of the day: "I'm Too Sexy" - Right Said Fred.
Thursday, October 16, 2003
Get ready to laugh...er...um...rock...
Ok displaced Northwest folks, I'm giving you a very important update. Everyone's favorite frat boy pseudo punk band, Prank Monkey, have inexplicably renamed themselves No Collar Hero. Yes, they're still "tearing up the midwest" by playing randomly in the basement of The Pub, but the real news is that they somehow roped Steve Ewing (The Urge) into playing with them tonight. If only we were all still there...we could do our best Hatey McHatesalot while chucking Coors at the stage.
What's next? The White Stripes teaming up with Beck? Oh wait...
Song of the day: "All Washed Up" - The Urge. Oh, the irony.
Ok displaced Northwest folks, I'm giving you a very important update. Everyone's favorite frat boy pseudo punk band, Prank Monkey, have inexplicably renamed themselves No Collar Hero. Yes, they're still "tearing up the midwest" by playing randomly in the basement of The Pub, but the real news is that they somehow roped Steve Ewing (The Urge) into playing with them tonight. If only we were all still there...we could do our best Hatey McHatesalot while chucking Coors at the stage.
What's next? The White Stripes teaming up with Beck? Oh wait...
Song of the day: "All Washed Up" - The Urge. Oh, the irony.
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
The five year anniversary of Matthew Shepard's murder, so representative of the senseless aggressive and prejudicial attitude in this country, is today.
Perhaps I'm oversimplifying things here, but killing someone because they're gay is just about the most ignorant thing I can think of.
Speaking of ignorance, and in case you've forgotten that the only thing wrong with Christianity is the Christians, take a look at my favorite hate-enablers, The Westboro Baptist Church. I'm not so proud to say I live down the interstate from these people.
Song of the day: "Suedehead" - Morissey.
Sunday, October 05, 2003
Swimming the same deep water as you is hard...
It's amazing to me what people interpret as causes for happiness. Everytime my life changes in a semi-5-year-plan-altering way, old friends and the like come out of the woodwork to "catch up on old times", all the while straining to impersonate a friendship that's long since been neglected. The one annoying and ridiculous question I always get after my brief rundown of the situation is:
"So are you happy now?"
What kind of question is that? Anyone who knows me well knows I'm never fully content with anything. The grass is always greener...something will always promise to be easier, more fulfilling and give better results. If I were happy with anything in my life, I wouldn't be in a constant stage of transition.
And how can I answer that? Am I happy? Is this as good as it gets? Is it merely enough to be comfortable financially, have a mostly reliable support system, and a relationship that - ignoring certain circumstances - provides me with emotional security? Am I selfish and unrealistic for wanting more than this? Why can't I fall asleep at night without the impedement of compulsive anxiety or wake up in the morning grateful for all that I have? Is this truly anti-depressant worthy, or is it just that I've tasted perfection before and won't settle for a mendacious facade?
Regret is an addictive emotion. Without it, I'd not have the drive to overcompensate in other aspects of my life. I am pulled in dozens of different directions searching for anything that will give me the illusion of being complaisant to myself and others. It all seems like such a soul wrenching lie most of the time.
Song of the day: "Untitled" - The Cure.
It's amazing to me what people interpret as causes for happiness. Everytime my life changes in a semi-5-year-plan-altering way, old friends and the like come out of the woodwork to "catch up on old times", all the while straining to impersonate a friendship that's long since been neglected. The one annoying and ridiculous question I always get after my brief rundown of the situation is:
"So are you happy now?"
What kind of question is that? Anyone who knows me well knows I'm never fully content with anything. The grass is always greener...something will always promise to be easier, more fulfilling and give better results. If I were happy with anything in my life, I wouldn't be in a constant stage of transition.
And how can I answer that? Am I happy? Is this as good as it gets? Is it merely enough to be comfortable financially, have a mostly reliable support system, and a relationship that - ignoring certain circumstances - provides me with emotional security? Am I selfish and unrealistic for wanting more than this? Why can't I fall asleep at night without the impedement of compulsive anxiety or wake up in the morning grateful for all that I have? Is this truly anti-depressant worthy, or is it just that I've tasted perfection before and won't settle for a mendacious facade?
Regret is an addictive emotion. Without it, I'd not have the drive to overcompensate in other aspects of my life. I am pulled in dozens of different directions searching for anything that will give me the illusion of being complaisant to myself and others. It all seems like such a soul wrenching lie most of the time.
Song of the day: "Untitled" - The Cure.
Thursday, October 02, 2003
Some recent observations:
* People are generally not polite. Especially people you don't even know letting themselves into your house while you're asleep like it's a freaking public library. To fix a computer problem you requested to be remedied three months ago.
* Half-assed justice doesn't really cut it. Like Arnold "apologizing" for being a sexist swine.
* The members of OutKast are really a talented bunch of fellows.
* Network morning news shows make my teeth hurt they're so sugary. I severely dislike witty banter.
* Sleep is way underrated.
* For my rental dollar, it's hard to beat "A Mighty Wind".
* Whoever Sigur Ros has thinking up their video concepts deserves a bonus.
* Those frozen mini pretzel things with the cheese in the middle, which I need like I need a hole in my head, are quite tasty.
* My sister kicks ass because she recently lied to Customs in Toronto. Way to stick it to the man!
* Built to Spill is coming to Lawrence in a few weeks. I'm not going. I'd rather do almost anything than be trapped in a club with that band and their fans. That includes going to Branson for a weekend.
Song of the day: "One Armed Scissor" - At the Drive In.
* People are generally not polite. Especially people you don't even know letting themselves into your house while you're asleep like it's a freaking public library. To fix a computer problem you requested to be remedied three months ago.
* Half-assed justice doesn't really cut it. Like Arnold "apologizing" for being a sexist swine.
* The members of OutKast are really a talented bunch of fellows.
* Network morning news shows make my teeth hurt they're so sugary. I severely dislike witty banter.
* Sleep is way underrated.
* For my rental dollar, it's hard to beat "A Mighty Wind".
* Whoever Sigur Ros has thinking up their video concepts deserves a bonus.
* Those frozen mini pretzel things with the cheese in the middle, which I need like I need a hole in my head, are quite tasty.
* My sister kicks ass because she recently lied to Customs in Toronto. Way to stick it to the man!
* Built to Spill is coming to Lawrence in a few weeks. I'm not going. I'd rather do almost anything than be trapped in a club with that band and their fans. That includes going to Branson for a weekend.
Song of the day: "One Armed Scissor" - At the Drive In.
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