21:48 p.m.
I like the blues. An all around good music trend.
I heard something disturbing on the radio tonight. I was listening to something Kbear or some other crap rock station and they started to play a song. I imediataly(sp) thought it was a Blink 182 song because it had that three chord arrangement that seems to be the recurring pattern in the post travis band. Listened to it long and it wasn't mark or tom singing. It was another band immitating them. Fuck, if your not creative enough to find your own style, don't steal somebody else's. Argh. It's worse than virgin whores who wear punk princess shirts. I hope posiers die.
I'm tickled pink that people are taking time out of their busy days to be assholes to me. You know you're worth something when people push yah around and waste your time when your hungry. THANK YOU
``At a time when political correctness is valued over honesty, I would also like to say -- right on mother-------, everyone is a winner!''-- MADONNA
21:38 p.m.
Quite the saga, licyeus. Very confused by what you said though. There is no td tags on my page(i bloody forgot about the damn thing till now) but i think i see what you mean, if you ment move the nested table to the top of the left column, i'm all for it, but i'm too lazy because i have a something in the works that you might enjoy.
10:57
Assemblage 23-i am the rain
Television eats my soul.
21:12 p.m.
UN Chief Tickles Elmo on Sesame Street
NEW YORK (Reuters) - Unruffled, United Nations Secretary-General Kofi Annan gave the high-pitched fluffy red muppet Elmo a lesson in ``conflict resolution,'' calmed down his monster friends and received a group hug in return.
Taping a segment of ``Sesame Street,'' Annan showed his playful side in exchanges with the high-spirited Elmo when his friends Telly, Zoe, Rosita, Grover and Lulu fought over who gets to sing the alphabet song.
``Is there a problem I can help you with?'' Annan asked. ''That depends,'' Elmo replied ``Who are you?''
Funny stuff there. At least some one understands diplomacy. If only he was an american...
18:57
i'm in need of some love help. It's one of those problems only patrick could think of, that stupid kid. I have a crush on a person, but i'm not sure if it's a real crush or it's infatuation with the fact that she has a theme song. I find this really disturbing. I'm in love with her or the song which bears her name. Humph!!!!! I can't belief i'm actually think about this or that i'm actually concerned that that might be the case!
Moving on, today was my high school's almost, but not quite, saint's feast day. We had short classes, about fourty five minutes as opposed to the normal hour and a half, which completely fucked up most of the teacher's lessons:), and we had a mass and a "feast" right afterwards. The mass was alright, every thing was accented with really cool blue glass candles and looked really very neat, but the christian rock was just too god damned much. Most of the songs were "christian rock classics" which translates into bad soft rock with attempts at justifying it's self by mixing in Jesus. Jesus is not an additive, nor a spice. But it gets worse. The Choir Sucks ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Mutiple S ass. They sound like wet cats being raped by overweight dogs while trying to swallow suffocating canaries. No Man/Woman/Child should have to put up with either crap rock or crappy choirs. It was hell. Normally i can tolerate it, but the kid who sit's next to me in mass wasn't there today and he and i always do our damnest to drown out the choir.
And the feast didn't even compare to fast food.
Coulda been worse, though, there could have been a crucifixion.
23:54
"Those who would sacrifice essential liberty for a little temporary
safety deserve neither liberty nor safety."
--Ben Franklin
I have nothing really to say, but please read on.
Hugging people is really fun, especially if they don't expect to be, or don't want to be. Now i'm not talking about those wimpy little "i need love" type hugs, no, more like those "big giant evil chainsaw guy at the haunted house who jumps out and says boo" type hugs. The way they squirm is just darling. So sweet.
Here a thought:
People are just misshaped, sentient donuts. This might be silly to you because it's silly to me, but please hear me out. People most people have skin tones of at least one of the varieties. There are the chocolate cake and the plain cake donuts, the brown bear claw, ad the slightly toned plain glazed donut. Second, both donuts and people have holes which pass through there middles, only the donut's hole is more evident. The sentient part is still up in the air, but i'm pretty sure some of us have it.
09:38 p.m.
"Bring me a nightmare
Give him a pair of eyes with a frightening gleam
Give him a beard and empty beer cans
And wavy hair like Pat the Wolfman's"
--gob
Damn Canadian Punkers! Argh. I read this lyric on pirate_eggie.pitas.com. Does every one feel that they need to compare my hair to a wolf's or to wolverine? I think i might have realised what it looks like. Every day they tell me what it looks like. Duck, i got the point last year when Evita pointed at me and said my hair looked like wolverine's. Oh well, life isn't bad otherwise.
I'm a incompotent video switcher in TV production, which is still better than how i began the year, knowing nothing at all, but the teacher doesn't understand. Just wait till he starts rotating the seniors, who know less. heheheheheheheheheheheh
What else is happening?
i haven't been to my homeroom for the past fourty days, um, i have a huge crush on a person, still haven't been asked to the winter dance, addicted to donuts and pumkin bread, friends don't understand the weight of their being single as opposed to dating towards my fragile psyche, adding more links, switching out older, un updated links with newer, more amusing pages.
11:43
I found a rather amusing little trick to earning the title sweetheart. Call the girl that want you earn the title from and listen to their, albeit some times silly, problems and then take some notes on the most important parts. Then when they don't expect it, unleash your stockpile of knowledge. It'll almost surely get you that title you always wanted.
23:13
Where's Jello? Where's Joey? Where's Sid?
I Miss Fast Paced Fuck The World punk. I want music that sweeps me off of my feet in a torrent of thought-out roar, not music that dribbles under the souls of my feet. It's enough to bring a man to tears. I hate the radio. It only plays sappy song that they call punk. Those bands have better songs than what the radio plays. Why do alternative radio stations try to compete with pop stations? Let the popstars have what they call punk. What the radio calls punk is only a small sampling of true Punk, a spectrum which encompasses nearly every genre into it's fold. It's like saying all dogs look like rabid dobermans, or every black man is an drugdealer, or every white man is klansmen. This pop punk trend does the exact same. It makes everyone who listens to punk look like whiny, love sick puppies who don't have the courage to talk to the girl that they love.
Okay, maybe i fit into that category, but i'm the exception that proves the rule(there i go again, making myself seem all important (:p)) because there is more to the little circus boy than that.
New topic:
Have you looked at the word embarassed? Break it down. Some one who is embarassed has done something that causes him to be feel shamed. Some one who is bare assed has done something to be shamed.
Do you know what i read on the toilet? I read the encyclopedia. Pretty boring read, yet full of fun facts.
The landscape outside is very bleak. It rained last night, so most of the knee high snow has become dirty grainy slushy ice snow. Then the strong warm winds came from the south, causing the snow's shape to change to look more like painting of an ocean, white and frothy with all sorts of debris like rocks and leaves and stickes' or maybe like a bleak, desolate desert, windswepts and desolate. It's austere beauty is rather breath taking, granted, like one's last breath, scorched and dry, just before the vultures descend to eat you liver and to make jelly from your eyes, but still. The wind still whips against the house. It shudders and creaks under the autarchy of the wind. It's amazing. It's inspiring. It's minimizing. It's the sort of power that makes man want to shrink from the plains of existance and hide in the dark deep caves of solitude and safety.
00:59
I was on the juan diego site and discovered the faculty picklists for books. Mr Duane suggests picture books for leisure reading.
22:19
Wow. The gimme gimmes "a drag" cd is great. it's fucking good. That'll cheer up a sick invalid faster than a hot knife cuts butter. I wasn't really impressed by "have a ball" but it could have been my summer funk rather than the actual music so i'll have to listen to that again.
I was thinking about GWBush today. Everyone seems to love him for bombing Afganistan and complain that noelse did this. He's a coward. He sends others to do his dirty work. His actions seem not as a well thought out plan but rather a cheap patch job, meant only to hide the cracks in America by hiding it under plaster and paint. Maybe we should replace the beams and repair the foundations. Perhaps we should fix the leaks in the roof and wash the dirt from our windows. A democracy must evolve and change to keep up with the times.
To start with, we need to need to modify or destroy the queer institution of the electoral college. It does not represent all americans equally. It was originally intended as a buffer between the rabble and the steering wheel of the united states, slowing(and hopefully calming) radical groups that seek power by placing our votes not on a candidate but rather on wiseman who will vote for in our stead. In theory it works, in fact wisemen often made such decisions in tribal europe, but in many state their hands are tide by constitutional codes which guarantee all of the collegiate votes to the majority candidate, removing the wisdom of the wise from the equation. In other places the electors a chosen by percentage. In still other places they have special districts, similiar to congressional districts, were the majority of the voters chooses the district's elector. With a patchwork quilt like this it's no wonder that it took two or three months to determine who was president. We need to make it a more uniform system were someone from cleveland has as much of a choice as someone from l.a.
Now the popular vote and the elected president don't jive, which leads me to my next related point: Why even have an electoral college? Those who support it say that it keeps the power away from big cities. I think that this is total bunk. Cities in the north have differing agendas from Cities in the south or the west. These different agendas effectivelly breaks the "big city block" that the conservatives are afraid of. Granted, the little states like Montana would get as much respect without the college on presidential tours, but no system is perfect.
No System IS Perfect, and with Systems Of Systems It Is Doubly Bad.
or
K.eep I.t S.imple S.tupid
I hope i haven't bored you, but i've been thinking about this for the past week. I'll probably refine it and post it again on my rants page(haven't added links to it yet anywhere) someday...
12:18
It's white outside. It's beautiful. There is snow up to my knees in my yard. I have the urge to climb onto my roof and jump into it. It's fresh and clean and new. The world becomes a beautiful place when it snows, so white and pure, I wish the everyone could see fresh deep snow, free of foot prints, for even a few minutes. In the snows man can see god's hand.
I think i'll become a snowplow driver when i grow up. That would be the life. Listen to your radio while blocking people into their driveways with piles of slushy snow, driving on both sides of the road without a care, plus i hear it has dental. Oh what a life. A life on the open road and the wind in your hair(if the windows open) with a view of the landscape made clean of man's ugliness, if only for a short while.
I like cheese(with three E's) very much.
I saw something pretty funny in the stores today. There was a magazine called america undersiege. It not only feed upon the hijackings with twenty one pages of photos of burning buildings and falling people -as if we could forget- and then followed up with at least ten pages of terrorist groups around the world and why they want to kill us. I found this funny because it will only encourage:
a.racism
b.paranioa
c.fanatics who will call themselves patriots
d.all of the above
Luckily it was 7 or 8 bucks making it more expensive than other magazines. Thank God that americans are frugal.
3:46
Listening to DJ XTC on KRCL. Pretty damn cool. I'm up because i want to watch "snatch" first thing in the morning and i didn't want to try to figure out the alarm clock. Now I know it's not rocket science, but ever since it fell down the stairs it's been really mean. Anyway i heard this song that i've heard alot and really like. According to the playlist it's called "Sandstorm" by darude, but i'm not positive that it was the right time on the clock. Continuing, every time i hear it i get the urge to hit my head up against the wall repeatedly until I go into convulsions and start seizing in time to the music. I think that would be pretty creepy, but then again, i'm typing this in my basement in the middle of the night:).
Another song i liked was "music" b/ Disconnection f/Sabrynaah Pope
Anyway, skipping ahead like a half drunk cockerspaniel, i really can't wait to see snatch. It's sitting in the vcr upstairs, ready to play, but my dad said i had to wait till at least 6:00 am. I'm counting the minutes and reading a book. I'm very much in like with this book too. It's a Vonnegut called bluebeard. Good. Very good. Conversely, Jane Eire bad, very bad. I got halfway through the book and decided that if i really wanted to learn the pleasantries required of victorian aristocrats i'd have to copy some designs from HG Wells and go there myself. Damn, there i go again dropping the names of dead people. Can't sleep, clowns will eat you.