A changing of times for everything she thought. Glancing down at the ever speeding blur of road and white lines passing by. You have to go on, there is no real escaping it. Loosing herself in dreams of things, she fell asleep until they suddenly stopped. Her mother grinning at her, told her they were their, and to pull out their gear. Stretching delicately out of the car, she looked around at the water moving silently on for as far as her eyes could see. It was her birthday today, she thought, and I'm doing what I always seem to do these days for this day... something out of the ordinary. She grabbed her sneakers and padded down the beach after her mom, laughing with eyes, twirling around on the beach.
No other human beings had seemed to be about them, but then they were within sight as they moved around the last dune blocking their view of the main beach. And there it was.... silently standing by, battling and blocking the sea. The jetty. Ominously in some ways, for the end was not in view, but disappeared into the oceans foggy dew.
She chatted with her mom, and then they set off and began to climb the rocks. Once at the top, they moved along boulder to rock, peering down occasionally to view the ragged gaps in between and the ocean on each side after a time.
The sun beat down upon her, making her sweat… the salty breeze then came, soothing her skin. She couldn't get enough of it.
They came upon a pile of driftwood that looked like someone had tried to make a kind of hut. She looked about and found one piece the perfect height and weight for her hands to balance. And so they were off again. In time, she let her mind drift, forgetting her mother - and all that society had bound her.
She let her hair free. Pulled back her hat, not caring if the bright sun burnt her pale complexion, or burnt more freckles onto her cheeks. She felt absolutely free, and moved on, hearing a song she'd once heard but forgotten in the ocean breeze. The waves crashed below her on both sides. The boulders beneath her, beckoned to be reached, seen, felt - known.
Her spell was shattered by a call that seemed to echo from behind on the rocks. Her mother had stopped some way back. Her older years slowing her, as well as the sandals she had chosen to wear. She called her back to her, saying she couldn't go on much further. But the girl, she was young, and she wanted, felt the need to continue one. So she waved to her mother, beckoning her on, but she would not come. She told her daughter that she would go back, but she didn't want to leave her daughter out there, but this she didn't tell her, but let her move on.
The girl quickly forgot this moment, and continued on. Her heart was singing her it's own song. She removed her flimsy black shirt, tucking it into the back pocket of her short cutoffs. Revealing the green bikini top she wore merely for support. Her skin warmed to the rays of the sun, scorching her shoulders. She could taste the salt all around her, vibrating through her upon the air. She took off at a run. Her muscles became taunt as she jumped from one rock to the next, some with fishers gapping widely in between. Her heart pounded faster and faster, the air she breathed cutting her lungs. She stopped, her staff still in both her hands… respectful of the ragingly calm sea. She stepped up to edge of the jetty, staff in one hand… her back straight, eyes watchful… and then she smiled.
The people who had been there along the beach, the ones who had gone there along the jetty, had stopped after going really but a short ways. Her mother had stopped about half way back from the distance she had traveled, and so she was really alone from human beings for the first time in her life. She knew that no one else was out there, watching her, guarding her. She felt like this place was hers. The alcove below had urchins, crabs lurching about, starfish, and so much more. She sensed the life around her, both in the creatures and the earth. The world upon which she stood was as a kingdom for a short while to her, and she the lone human, privileged to see it for what it was and know it's worth.
Something slowly intruded on her thoughts. A loud blaring that had been ever there, but she had not taken into account within her. A large horn she thought, to warn ships? So taking her staff again in hand, she moved along. Jumping where need be, it was getting more precarious by the minute there though. And then she came to a gap in the long line of boulders that had so far been her path. The gap was about 75 feet long. She would have to climb down closer to the waves to keep moving along. She hesitated, for she loved yet ultimately feared what may lie beneath the ocean. But this day, she decided to face her fears of the deep water for once, and so continued on. Climbing down till she was within hands reach of the water. One misstep and she would tumble down into it's depths. All the time she had been traveling, coming to this point she hadn't been afraid of falling, of braking a leg or anything. Yet here she was terrified of what lay below her. Not the water, but what may be hidden in it from her eyes. Sharks and things like them, she had an unrational fear of, and this seemed to consume her, nearly freezing her in that spot. But fear also made her keep going, along with her goal to reach the horn which had earlier disturbed her thoughts.
She made it across the gap with no mishaps at all. Relieved. That was simply her right then. Her muscles untensed from the rocklike stance they had held. She felt nimble once again, and so continued on toward the sound.
Here across the gap, the rocks were trickier to navigate. Some were like spikes. She had to use all of her wits to keep from falling, from taking one wrong step either left or right. Her mind and she took off in flight. And then there is was, about three hundred yards off. The noise was booming. The sound felt like it would shatter her ears. It was a white horn, about 8 or so feet tall. She'd reached her goal.
She looked at the horn, out what lay beyond. The end of the jetty was within her view, but distant as the ocean apart from her it appeared to be. Then she turned really for the first time and gazed back to the shore. It too was within view, but microscopic looking and far beyond. She'd traveled halfway down the jetty that day on foot.
With a sigh of achievement and regret, she moved back along the way she had come. It seemed but an instant really to take her back to where she had begun. Her feet thought for themselves, her balance perfection on the day. Her mind drifted back along the way she had traveled, the emotions she had truly felt. The world seemed new to her and apart from her all at the same time. She had opened her eyes that day really for the first time.
She had left her childhood behind her, but it would still be with her for a lifetime to come. Whether in emotions or actions all that she had learned before would accompany her on through whatever may come her way in life. And even if she forgot it, years from now, it would still be there with her, as would this moment, for it was apart of her.
She snapped out of her trance like state then, and realized where she was. A few hundred feet more and she would be down onto the shore below her. Stopping, she turned back and wondered back out over the miles she had traveled today out over the oceanic sea. She was gladdened in her heart for what she had done. A smile flit up upon her lips.
Her mother spotted her then, and called to her loudly. And so she turned back once again to the world of man, and to her mother's arms she climbed down from the rocks into. Laughing all the while at everything she had done. She was content.
...............................
That is the end of my tale, but it is a true one. It's not the best, it's not the worst, but it is a moment from my life. A birthday, a time, and a moment I know I will always remember.
Softly,
Tarwyn
April 09, 2002
April 08, 2002
"When you make love you're using up energy; and afterwards you feel happy and dont give a damn for anything. They cant bear you to feel like that, They want you to be bursting with energy all the time. All this marching up and down and cheering and waving flags is simply sex gone sour. If you're happy inside yourself, why should you get excited about Big Brother and the Three Year Plans and the Two Minutes Hate and all the rest of their bloddy rot?"
That was very true, he thought, There was a direct, intimate connection between chastity and political orthodoxy. For how could the fear, the hatred, and the lunatic credulity which the Party needed in its members be kept at the right pitch except by bottling down some powerful instinct and using it at a driving force? The sex impulse was dangerous to the Party, and the Party had turned it to account. They had played a similar trick with the instinct of parenthood. The family could not actually be abolished, and, indeed, people were encouraged to be fond of their children in almost the old-fashioned way. The children, on the other hand, were systematically turned against their parents and taught to spy on them and report their deviations. The family had become in effect an extenstion of the Thought Police. It was a device by means of which everyone could be surrounded night and day by informers who knew him intimately.
god-damn, I love this book.
That was very true, he thought, There was a direct, intimate connection between chastity and political orthodoxy. For how could the fear, the hatred, and the lunatic credulity which the Party needed in its members be kept at the right pitch except by bottling down some powerful instinct and using it at a driving force? The sex impulse was dangerous to the Party, and the Party had turned it to account. They had played a similar trick with the instinct of parenthood. The family could not actually be abolished, and, indeed, people were encouraged to be fond of their children in almost the old-fashioned way. The children, on the other hand, were systematically turned against their parents and taught to spy on them and report their deviations. The family had become in effect an extenstion of the Thought Police. It was a device by means of which everyone could be surrounded night and day by informers who knew him intimately.
god-damn, I love this book.
April 07, 2002
What a day.....
First off, I get my morning NY Times, like normal, and there I find this wonderful article.
Yes indeed. What a load of crap.
[Now, I don’t mean to get off on a rant here]
But I must say, those little dipshits down in Oregon are pretty stupid about their racing. I’ve seen some incredible stuff down there, people hauling ass around in areas as tight as the freaking Pike Place Market. Often right past cops. I saw that three times when I was there last summer for a weekend. Of course, the cops down there are assholes, but that’s to be expected.
I especially like that part towards the end, saying that allowing sanctioned races will lead to more street racing.....all I can think is??? FUCK
But I’m not bitter. I’ll just make the face and/or genitals of the responsible party match the dent in my door. Indeed.
Not to mention that, due to the metallic nature of the paint, it will never look right. Until I paint the whole truck.
First off, I get my morning NY Times, like normal, and there I find this wonderful article.
Yes indeed. What a load of crap.
[Now, I don’t mean to get off on a rant here]
But I must say, those little dipshits down in Oregon are pretty stupid about their racing. I’ve seen some incredible stuff down there, people hauling ass around in areas as tight as the freaking Pike Place Market. Often right past cops. I saw that three times when I was there last summer for a weekend. Of course, the cops down there are assholes, but that’s to be expected.
I especially like that part towards the end, saying that allowing sanctioned races will lead to more street racing.....all I can think is
what the fuck? Giving guys somewhere to race will make them find more illegal places to do it? NO, it doesn’t work like that.
The major concern is that morons out flying around crowded streets in the middle of the day will ruin it for those of us that only do it in situations where we will be the only ones to die. Stupid fuckers like those got 192nd and Canyon shut down by showing up in the middle of the day.
So I started an uber-rant, only to find that blogger wasn’t working. Fuck.
The rest of the day was fine. But the first two things really blew.
Speaking of which, this week will suck. My truck goes in to Lakes in the morning, I won’t have it back until Wednesday. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. And I’ll be out $275.
But I’m not bitter. I’ll just make the face and/or genitals of the responsible party match the dent in my door. Indeed.
Not to mention that, due to the metallic nature of the paint, it will never look right. Until I paint the whole truck.
Später.
So I didnt go to sleep after poker night right ? Hot damn! Im so hyped up on coffee its insane. HOooooo ya! I lost money today, ended up with fuggin $2.10 out of $5.00 - what the hell. Everyone seemed to have stayed even or gotten - my - money! Bitches!
But thats okay, I noticed a few more signs and ill clean you bastards out next time. - NEXT TIME -
So as i was gettin home and I checked the board I noticed that the board had - one - post on it.... After walkin around the house for awhile it came to me " Wake up idjit! You could have second post!! ".So, I shall sit and add to Borton's "damnit-I-never-get-second-post-suckness" tee hee.
Damn, there was something else I wanted to blab about... oh yes. mushrooms in soup... sliced so that they 'slither n slide' down your throat is good, but diced so ya accidentally bite into them fuggers. - GUAAARGH! Yea, that says it.
S-E-C-O-N-D P-O-S-T G-L-O-R-Y
Hee hee, lookit Mr. R.
But thats okay, I noticed a few more signs and ill clean you bastards out next time. - NEXT TIME -
So as i was gettin home and I checked the board I noticed that the board had - one - post on it.... After walkin around the house for awhile it came to me " Wake up idjit! You could have second post!! ".So, I shall sit and add to Borton's "damnit-I-never-get-second-post-suckness" tee hee.
Damn, there was something else I wanted to blab about... oh yes. mushrooms in soup... sliced so that they 'slither n slide' down your throat is good, but diced so ya accidentally bite into them fuggers. - GUAAARGH! Yea, that says it.
la-de-da-de-da...
Time does fly when you’re having fun. :) This last week has been nice and relaxing, but filled with many amusing things: birthdays, parties, being with old and new friends, ect. To just lounging about with a good book to read or/with some great music about you.
Awhhh... LIFE.
I know in a short while some of the slugs here will be graduating. Some of you have plans, others don't. Either way, your life of leisure is pretty much older as 'the real world' looks you in the face saying 'bring it on!' Yes indeed... life is all around us. Whether those little people we call children who are as yet unfully programmed, a teenager (or whatever you want to call it) just starting to think on their own and be rebellious, to those standing on the brink of 'adulthood'... the ones who have to go out and find a job that will actually support them, a place to live if/when they ever move out of the house, maybe finding a girlfriend/boyfriend if they are inclined for a partner, and so much more.
Yes, after you step over that edge, the rest of your life will be a living ever falling hell... till you hit rock bottom, or just even out somewhere along the way. Either way, as far as I can see, life is going to be a bitch in one way or another. I've got a good year before I have to worry about moving out or whatever, so I'm just going to enjoy my time left floating in these here clouds...
But for those of you who are going out and about into the hell hole we call adulthood, I congratulate you on having come so far, and good luck on this 'new' journey of your life!
Regards,
Tarwyn
Time does fly when you’re having fun. :) This last week has been nice and relaxing, but filled with many amusing things: birthdays, parties, being with old and new friends, ect. To just lounging about with a good book to read or/with some great music about you.
Awhhh... LIFE.
I know in a short while some of the slugs here will be graduating. Some of you have plans, others don't. Either way, your life of leisure is pretty much older as 'the real world' looks you in the face saying 'bring it on!' Yes indeed... life is all around us. Whether those little people we call children who are as yet unfully programmed, a teenager (or whatever you want to call it) just starting to think on their own and be rebellious, to those standing on the brink of 'adulthood'... the ones who have to go out and find a job that will actually support them, a place to live if/when they ever move out of the house, maybe finding a girlfriend/boyfriend if they are inclined for a partner, and so much more.
Yes, after you step over that edge, the rest of your life will be a living ever falling hell... till you hit rock bottom, or just even out somewhere along the way. Either way, as far as I can see, life is going to be a bitch in one way or another. I've got a good year before I have to worry about moving out or whatever, so I'm just going to enjoy my time left floating in these here clouds...
But for those of you who are going out and about into the hell hole we call adulthood, I congratulate you on having come so far, and good luck on this 'new' journey of your life!
Regards,
Tarwyn
April 06, 2002
You know what?
Kablah.
And that’s all I’ve got to say about that.
I was perusing the member section just a little bit ago. There certainly are a lot of people who no longer post.WTF happened to you all?
Kablah.
And that’s all I’ve got to say about that.
I was perusing the member section just a little bit ago. There certainly are a lot of people who no longer post.
Bums.
*pauses to contemplate his own recent leave of absence*
shit.
Oh well, at least I came back....
This place has the best coffee. Their decaf makes most regular coffees seem weak and bitter. I won’t even talk about Starbucks.
Well.....
Später.
April 05, 2002
Ladies and Bastards, a shiver rides up and down my spine as I present this.
We have a new link to add to our links section. I began to neglect my home-made Oreo Blizzard when this was sent to me by a friend. They only come out at night...
www.uglypeople.com
Do not, I repeat, do NOT - look at the ugly women. My eyes were stunned with horror, when I commaned them "close for fuck sake CLOSE!" they were so in shock they did not respond to my cries of terror.
We have a new link to add to our links section. I began to neglect my home-made Oreo Blizzard when this was sent to me by a friend. They only come out at night...
www.uglypeople.com
Do not, I repeat, do NOT - look at the ugly women. My eyes were stunned with horror, when I commaned them "close for fuck sake CLOSE!" they were so in shock they did not respond to my cries of terror.
I just woke up so there will be no real 'post' - just facts and various comments.
Common sense, not so fucking common.
Basic math - too advanced for some people. One pallet = 60 blocks = 10 blocks high, 1 row = 6 blocks.
If a pallet is 8 rows high ( 48 blocks ), is it ready for transport ? No god damnit, its not 60!
Pineapple juice is great.
Bank errors fucking suck - screws up my credit as far as I know.
When you check to see how much youve spent, subtracting your buys from your last balance and end up with $132 and your card isnt accepted when you want to buy a $107 item... it fucking sucks. Now I gotta drive my ass all the way to the damn bank to fix it.
I just relieved myself in the bathroom, and ya know what's so great about that ? I - got - payed - for - it
Hot damn, days off with pay fucking rule.
... yeup...
goes to read his Playboy article about poker so he can win without luck on Saturday...
Common sense, not so fucking common.
Basic math - too advanced for some people. One pallet = 60 blocks = 10 blocks high, 1 row = 6 blocks.
If a pallet is 8 rows high ( 48 blocks ), is it ready for transport ? No god damnit, its not 60!
Pineapple juice is great.
Bank errors fucking suck - screws up my credit as far as I know.
When you check to see how much youve spent, subtracting your buys from your last balance and end up with $132 and your card isnt accepted when you want to buy a $107 item... it fucking sucks. Now I gotta drive my ass all the way to the damn bank to fix it.
I just relieved myself in the bathroom, and ya know what's so great about that ? I - got - payed - for - it
Hot damn, days off with pay fucking rule.
... yeup...
goes to read his Playboy article about poker so he can win without luck on Saturday...
Jesse, just one thing:
Your Boards of Canada reference went unnoticed because nobody had ever fucking heard of them until you brought them up. Furthermore, and I mean this in the nicest way possible,
NOBODY FUCKING CARES
Really now, you jump Steven’s shit, when, and this was clear to me, he was making his point with an example that made perfect sense. He wasn’t using your given example, merely elaborating on how his counterpoint applies.
Maybe you need to quit drinking so much fucking caffeine and calm down a little, and you’d see the details that make [you] look like an ass when you rant for no fucking reason.
Goddamn you, I had something else before that.... you little shithead.
Später.
Your Boards of Canada reference went unnoticed because nobody had ever fucking heard of them until you brought them up. Furthermore, and I mean this in the nicest way possible,
Really now, you jump Steven’s shit, when, and this was clear to me, he was making his point with an example that made perfect sense. He wasn’t using your given example, merely elaborating on how his counterpoint applies.
Maybe you need to quit drinking so much fucking caffeine and calm down a little, and you’d see the details that make [you] look like an ass when you rant for no fucking reason.
Goddamn you, I had something else before that.... you little shithead.
Später.
just eat it
so yesterday was spent a good lot of time doing nothing but standing around and getting paid big money because the corrugator got a problem and we had no stock. just two hours ago the corrugator had the same problem, and in an hour we, the glorious martin, had caught up to where they were on the run-sheet. for about 5 minutes we stood around, bullshitting like yesterday - until the foreman actually came down to talk to us. he says " So you guys wanna blow down the machine, sweep up and go home? " - I was stunned. Joe says : " How about I just do a light sweep and get out of here? "
A little bit of sweeping,
a ninety-five mile per hour drive home,
and here I am. love'n it up.
continuing on ...
It seems DM hit the nail on the head with his comment that " the James posse " TIPS LIKE MAD and does buy food, and usually doesnt stay after anything more than an hour anyway - the hour loitering rule was probably enacted because of spring break, also. I hate spring break. Im gonna be glad when the whole lot of the little folk are back in their pens where they should be.
oh.
so me and Joe-from-work got to talking about sammiches today.
He was dig'in tuna-fish sammiches and asked me about peanut butter and jelly sammiches. Now I dig me a good peanut butter and jelly sammich - and he was implying that he brings em to work. And I said : " BUT THE JELLY SOAKS INTO THE BREAD! WHARGH! " - to which he calmly replied : " Put penut butter on both slices, and it doesnt soak in. "
...
OH MY JESUS.
I thought and thought and thought about it.
Guess who's eating peanut butter and jelly sammiches at work now.
HOT FUCKIN' DAMN.
and it seems steve and jesse are going at it again.
gotta love the both of 'em.
so yesterday was spent a good lot of time doing nothing but standing around and getting paid big money because the corrugator got a problem and we had no stock. just two hours ago the corrugator had the same problem, and in an hour we, the glorious martin, had caught up to where they were on the run-sheet. for about 5 minutes we stood around, bullshitting like yesterday - until the foreman actually came down to talk to us. he says " So you guys wanna blow down the machine, sweep up and go home? " - I was stunned. Joe says : " How about I just do a light sweep and get out of here? "
A little bit of sweeping,
a ninety-five mile per hour drive home,
and here I am. love'n it up.
continuing on ...
It seems DM hit the nail on the head with his comment that " the James posse " TIPS LIKE MAD and does buy food, and usually doesnt stay after anything more than an hour anyway - the hour loitering rule was probably enacted because of spring break, also. I hate spring break. Im gonna be glad when the whole lot of the little folk are back in their pens where they should be.
oh.
so me and Joe-from-work got to talking about sammiches today.
He was dig'in tuna-fish sammiches and asked me about peanut butter and jelly sammiches. Now I dig me a good peanut butter and jelly sammich - and he was implying that he brings em to work. And I said : " BUT THE JELLY SOAKS INTO THE BREAD! WHARGH! " - to which he calmly replied : " Put penut butter on both slices, and it doesnt soak in. "
...
OH MY JESUS.
I thought and thought and thought about it.
Guess who's eating peanut butter and jelly sammiches at work now.
HOT FUCKIN' DAMN.
and it seems steve and jesse are going at it again.
gotta love the both of 'em.
Looking back at old posts, I discovered that Jesse called me a "poser" for stating I liked big business. I never said I liked big business because hating big business is cliche. I said "I liked big business" and "hating big business is cliche" as two separate things. Let me get that straight.
I like big business. The end.
As for the reference of people hating big business to be fashionable... I had to do a debate supporting big business last year and my opponent was a moronic "punk", a friend of Zach's actually. He knew nothing about big business, yet he argued against something he knew nothing about.
He didn't know what the hell he was talking about. He didn't do research. He just knew that In Order To Be Punk, You Must Hate The Business.
Jesse, I would never support something just to be "fashionable".
On to Jesse's post, he stated that he was blocked because he had a different viewpoint of the fans and band. Or so I assume that is why he was blocked. Anyways, I don't quite understand why you'd go to your favorite band's message board and complain about their views.. but if you must and you didn't insult their other fans, then the blocking was pretty damn childish and you have a valid reason to complain.
I like big business. The end.
As for the reference of people hating big business to be fashionable... I had to do a debate supporting big business last year and my opponent was a moronic "punk", a friend of Zach's actually. He knew nothing about big business, yet he argued against something he knew nothing about.
He didn't know what the hell he was talking about. He didn't do research. He just knew that In Order To Be Punk, You Must Hate The Business.
Jesse, I would never support something just to be "fashionable".
On to Jesse's post, he stated that he was blocked because he had a different viewpoint of the fans and band. Or so I assume that is why he was blocked. Anyways, I don't quite understand why you'd go to your favorite band's message board and complain about their views.. but if you must and you didn't insult their other fans, then the blocking was pretty damn childish and you have a valid reason to complain.
April 04, 2002
an amendment, a notice, theft, and a statement
1. amendment - something else I also have to do this weekend which may mean that I am showing up at shari's ( along with anyone else in my enterouge ) at 1 am - I need to buy a cell phone - any information on this would be helpfull.
2. notice - one of the great things about where I work is that sometimes you can show up and the machine is not running and there is no stock on the line and you say " hey where is the stock " and they look at you and say " the corrugator has been down since ( insert time ) " and you look at the clock immediately - trying to judge a time in which they'd be done, then you ask when they figure they'd be done - and then you add three hours to that. then when those three hours are up, you laugh, because you've just been paid 14.34 for sitting around doing nothing - and they come by to tell you it'll be another three hours ( fast forward ) and then twelve hours have gone by, and you've made around 200$ - and you did nothing but stand around all night and talk. My idea of a good thursday.
3. blah blah blah ( insert a post about big buisness and a response to bradbury, a meaningfull good, debateable post ) - ( but for real, I dont like big business. I mean c'mon. Fuckem. I dont like money. I dont like taxes. I dont like this governmental system. POOOOP ) - and what are you saying about theft? Well - this looks like a pretty lenghty post ( more than two paragraphs to be technical ) - looks like ... I ... get ...
SECOND POST GLORY
haha, had to swipe it from borton, again.
4. the statement? man oh man oh man. I gotta take a poop.
the end.
1. amendment - something else I also have to do this weekend which may mean that I am showing up at shari's ( along with anyone else in my enterouge ) at 1 am - I need to buy a cell phone - any information on this would be helpfull.
2. notice - one of the great things about where I work is that sometimes you can show up and the machine is not running and there is no stock on the line and you say " hey where is the stock " and they look at you and say " the corrugator has been down since ( insert time ) " and you look at the clock immediately - trying to judge a time in which they'd be done, then you ask when they figure they'd be done - and then you add three hours to that. then when those three hours are up, you laugh, because you've just been paid 14.34 for sitting around doing nothing - and they come by to tell you it'll be another three hours ( fast forward ) and then twelve hours have gone by, and you've made around 200$ - and you did nothing but stand around all night and talk. My idea of a good thursday.
3. blah blah blah ( insert a post about big buisness and a response to bradbury, a meaningfull good, debateable post ) - ( but for real, I dont like big business. I mean c'mon. Fuckem. I dont like money. I dont like taxes. I dont like this governmental system. POOOOP ) - and what are you saying about theft? Well - this looks like a pretty lenghty post ( more than two paragraphs to be technical ) - looks like ... I ... get ...
haha, had to swipe it from borton, again.
4. the statement? man oh man oh man. I gotta take a poop.
the end.
Hmm....Tool fans would fit in under that.
I was wondering how the guest seat at poker would work....
Big business, and my take on the situation:
The idea of big business is not necessarily bad. Worldwide, big business often makes a lot of things possible that wouldn’t have otherwise happened. There are a lot of large companies out there that do their best to not only produce a good product and/or service, but help to make the world better. Most of them try to make the bottom line (money) be less important than the way they get there.
For this, you can look at companies such as Toyoda Manufacturing (the parent company that spun off Toyota Motor Corp.) and Honda. They have both set corporate goals that lead them towards producing the best product available, and in the process also making life better for their workers. The environmental standards created and met by these companies such as these make even the most stringent of Federal standards look as irresponsibly filthy as they are.
These two companies (and they’re not the only ones), have created big business ethically and responsibly, around the idea that it lies on them to make the parts of society they impact better. Almost all of the workers they employ make the best wages in the industry. They aren’t all union, because they don’t need to be. They are treated well, and work under better conditions than their counterparts at other companies.
That having been said, the standard model of American big business is 180 degrees different. The American business world exists with one goal in mind: $$$. That is all that matters, and whoever or whatever you screw getting there, well, they had it coming. The workers that produce your product are not important, pay them as little as you can get away with.
Oh, and what’s this? Here comes NAFTA!!! Great, now we can move the plants to Mexico, and pay the workers a fraction of what the fuckers in the Midwest make.
Thank you, WTO, we can move our component production to places like China and pay them a fraction of what the Mexicans will work for.
Since we’re so big, Federal standards mean nothing. We’ll talk to our right-wing buddies and see that they keep the standards for the portions of the market we control good and lax, just tighten down a little more on where those lousy Japs keep hitting us the worst.
That was General Motors. The only care given is to their own wallets and the wallets of their investors. They believe in “Trickle Down” economics as the best way to make America strong. No care or thought is given to the global picture, nationalism lives on in American business.
The examples I used were all automotive, for two reasons (I can here you guys groaning about it from here). One: the companies I used are really good examples, because they are in the same industry and have a strong split in tactics. Two: duh, I’m a car nut...
SO.....Fuck “Big Business,” and fuck those of you who think it’s good. The big businesses that work in this country [for the most part] are really good at screwing the people who get them where they are. Everything revolves around the stockholder.
Später.
I was wondering how the guest seat at poker would work....
Big business, and my take on the situation:
The idea of big business is not necessarily bad. Worldwide, big business often makes a lot of things possible that wouldn’t have otherwise happened. There are a lot of large companies out there that do their best to not only produce a good product and/or service, but help to make the world better. Most of them try to make the bottom line (money) be less important than the way they get there.
For this, you can look at companies such as Toyoda Manufacturing (the parent company that spun off Toyota Motor Corp.) and Honda. They have both set corporate goals that lead them towards producing the best product available, and in the process also making life better for their workers. The environmental standards created and met by these companies such as these make even the most stringent of Federal standards look as irresponsibly filthy as they are.
These two companies (and they’re not the only ones), have created big business ethically and responsibly, around the idea that it lies on them to make the parts of society they impact better. Almost all of the workers they employ make the best wages in the industry. They aren’t all union, because they don’t need to be. They are treated well, and work under better conditions than their counterparts at other companies.
That having been said, the standard model of American big business is 180 degrees different. The American business world exists with one goal in mind: $$$. That is all that matters, and whoever or whatever you screw getting there, well, they had it coming. The workers that produce your product are not important, pay them as little as you can get away with.
Oh, and what’s this? Here comes NAFTA!!! Great, now we can move the plants to Mexico, and pay the workers a fraction of what the fuckers in the Midwest make.
Thank you, WTO, we can move our component production to places like China and pay them a fraction of what the Mexicans will work for.
Since we’re so big, Federal standards mean nothing. We’ll talk to our right-wing buddies and see that they keep the standards for the portions of the market we control good and lax, just tighten down a little more on where those lousy Japs keep hitting us the worst.
That was General Motors. The only care given is to their own wallets and the wallets of their investors. They believe in “Trickle Down” economics as the best way to make America strong. No care or thought is given to the global picture, nationalism lives on in American business.
The examples I used were all automotive, for two reasons (I can here you guys groaning about it from here). One: the companies I used are really good examples, because they are in the same industry and have a strong split in tactics. Two: duh, I’m a car nut...
SO.....Fuck “Big Business,” and fuck those of you who think it’s good. The big businesses that work in this country [for the most part] are really good at screwing the people who get them where they are. Everything revolves around the stockholder.
Später.
April 03, 2002
My Spring Break is actually yielding outcomes. I have accomplished many large chores that I have been needing/wanting to do.
SEE THE MOVIE "MEMENTO"!!!!!!!! (this should be underlined rather than quoted but I am a simple peasant girl and don't know how to do that) It fits nicely into the "Fight Club" and "The Game" genre.
SEE THE MOVIE "MEMENTO"!!!!!!!! (this should be underlined rather than quoted but I am a simple peasant girl and don't know how to do that) It fits nicely into the "Fight Club" and "The Game" genre.
oh my jesus chroist. here we go.
1. I am considering buying a house. It might be two bedroom, one bath - and hopefully a house-payment of maximum or under 700-900, that would be nice. and Joe at work has been helping me with " how to work it good " to where the house would be payed off in nine to eighteen years. that isnt so bad. the question is - who would want to live there, and who would be willing? I have continually talked with steven about the concept of getting a three bedroom house and renting it out - but upon furthing thinking I thought it was stupid to rent anything and give some shmuck our money - so since Im making aproximately 2300 a month - I figured with my income and good credit, I should be able to get some " first time buyer " benefits - Joe says its real easy. So If I have a house payment, instead of paying up rent to some fuck we dont even know - we can just divide the house payment. People I am specifically thinking would be ideal for living with would be my close circle of associates. Jimmoi, Jeff, Andy, Steven. People I've known for a long time, and have actually had stay over on prolonged periods of time, whom have showered at my house and so on - people I can stand. and who can barely stand me. Unfortunately Jeff is gone off in seattle, Jimmoi is soon to run off as well, Andy doesnt have a job - and Steven has a job, but I dont know his aproximate income levels and so on. Still, I'm looking. In any event - that was just something I had to say.
2. My merzbow cd came in the mail today - it is so beautifully erratic I almost urinated on myself. In fact, I did. The other cd I ordered with it was a band that was mentioned on Jesse's haroled brain-website, Nurse with Wound - and although the cd is entitled : Chance meeting on a dissecting table of a sweing machine and an umbrella - and only has three tracks, I must say - it is damn worth it. He mentiones Frank Zappa, Velvet Underground, and Kraftwerk ( AMONG NUMEROUS others ) as inspirational people. I'm all down with that. Expermental noise - oh my jesus, I'm so in love.
3. Bradbury - I've been trying to figure out how to approach this and have come to no better way to say it than to just flat let it go. Dont come over this weekend for poker night, being as you were a guest of the week - In fact you were the first guest and we were all happy to have you a long. What I plan to do is rotate it ( just like we rotate dealing ) - and each person chooses who is to be guest of the week for the week they're chosen. This week it's steven's choice - and so we've already got the next guest. then andy, and then jimmoi will go - but since you were so fun ( and you lost all your bling bling ) - I will be sure to invite you back when my turn comes around so that you may " attempt " to win - although I cannot say much because lady luck, all the while going through andy's back door - comes straight through my front door and gives me head, and then begs me to fuck her. Thats right buddy, she's my bitch.
3. Im on chapter three about this " power book " - heh.
4. I dont get the sudden " Aaron / highschooler " bashing fad going on. I've been weening myself away from the school, and high-schoolers in general, and trying to find people my own age to associate with, being that I figured Aaron was at a time where he could run amok and have funzo-ness on his own, and take the younger part of the group out on other adventures without the older part. It was good really. Those who have been beaten down by reality, the concept of work, women, and money would hang out at sharis - while those who still have the idealistic spark inside of them and have not been bitch-slapped by a large trout of reality could be under Aaron's wing. I find nothing wrong with Aaron, or high-schoolers, just that with the experiences I've had, and am going through - it isolates me from understanding them, and more-so, them from understanding me. There are concepts that they cant understand until the times comes that they experience them for themselves. I came to this conclusion when I snapped at Aaron that one night, and was met with hostility - which inevitably started the mini-schism, and flame war. It was fun while it lasted, however I still respect Aaron and value him as an associate - reguardless if he looks like a penis, and is an arrogant asshole. ( sounds like I'm talking about myself eh? ;) He'll do fine.
5. Im thinking about " canceling " this weekend's shari's funzo, or at least not showing up until REAL LATE ( 12am, 1am instead of 11pm ) - because I have to get some stuff done. It seems as if my car IS NOT LEAKING so I can drive - and plan to do many things. Some of those things are as follows :
a. find a quicker route to and through roy from work.
b. go to the mall to buy the following
b1. the cologne I've been meaning to buy
b2. maybe another playstation 2 game, maybe a lot of n64 games.
b3. the high possibility of a blender
b4. put in a reservation for never winter nights
b5. a poker book of some sorts
b6. something i forgot
c. teaching more people how to play wwii w/ myth2 for the big gaming bash soon to come
d. look at houses to buy, look at general stuff about houses, inquire about house prices and so on - a good local with cheap prices.
e. find somewhere " new "
f. joyride
g. maybe watch a movie
and thats it for number five.
6. Im also looking for someone who is free on sunday nights to do something, anything. c'mon.
whee. that is all for now.
1. I am considering buying a house. It might be two bedroom, one bath - and hopefully a house-payment of maximum or under 700-900, that would be nice. and Joe at work has been helping me with " how to work it good " to where the house would be payed off in nine to eighteen years. that isnt so bad. the question is - who would want to live there, and who would be willing? I have continually talked with steven about the concept of getting a three bedroom house and renting it out - but upon furthing thinking I thought it was stupid to rent anything and give some shmuck our money - so since Im making aproximately 2300 a month - I figured with my income and good credit, I should be able to get some " first time buyer " benefits - Joe says its real easy. So If I have a house payment, instead of paying up rent to some fuck we dont even know - we can just divide the house payment. People I am specifically thinking would be ideal for living with would be my close circle of associates. Jimmoi, Jeff, Andy, Steven. People I've known for a long time, and have actually had stay over on prolonged periods of time, whom have showered at my house and so on - people I can stand. and who can barely stand me. Unfortunately Jeff is gone off in seattle, Jimmoi is soon to run off as well, Andy doesnt have a job - and Steven has a job, but I dont know his aproximate income levels and so on. Still, I'm looking. In any event - that was just something I had to say.
2. My merzbow cd came in the mail today - it is so beautifully erratic I almost urinated on myself. In fact, I did. The other cd I ordered with it was a band that was mentioned on Jesse's haroled brain-website, Nurse with Wound - and although the cd is entitled : Chance meeting on a dissecting table of a sweing machine and an umbrella - and only has three tracks, I must say - it is damn worth it. He mentiones Frank Zappa, Velvet Underground, and Kraftwerk ( AMONG NUMEROUS others ) as inspirational people. I'm all down with that. Expermental noise - oh my jesus, I'm so in love.
3. Bradbury - I've been trying to figure out how to approach this and have come to no better way to say it than to just flat let it go. Dont come over this weekend for poker night, being as you were a guest of the week - In fact you were the first guest and we were all happy to have you a long. What I plan to do is rotate it ( just like we rotate dealing ) - and each person chooses who is to be guest of the week for the week they're chosen. This week it's steven's choice - and so we've already got the next guest. then andy, and then jimmoi will go - but since you were so fun ( and you lost all your bling bling ) - I will be sure to invite you back when my turn comes around so that you may " attempt " to win - although I cannot say much because lady luck, all the while going through andy's back door - comes straight through my front door and gives me head, and then begs me to fuck her. Thats right buddy, she's my bitch.
3. Im on chapter three about this " power book " - heh.
4. I dont get the sudden " Aaron / highschooler " bashing fad going on. I've been weening myself away from the school, and high-schoolers in general, and trying to find people my own age to associate with, being that I figured Aaron was at a time where he could run amok and have funzo-ness on his own, and take the younger part of the group out on other adventures without the older part. It was good really. Those who have been beaten down by reality, the concept of work, women, and money would hang out at sharis - while those who still have the idealistic spark inside of them and have not been bitch-slapped by a large trout of reality could be under Aaron's wing. I find nothing wrong with Aaron, or high-schoolers, just that with the experiences I've had, and am going through - it isolates me from understanding them, and more-so, them from understanding me. There are concepts that they cant understand until the times comes that they experience them for themselves. I came to this conclusion when I snapped at Aaron that one night, and was met with hostility - which inevitably started the mini-schism, and flame war. It was fun while it lasted, however I still respect Aaron and value him as an associate - reguardless if he looks like a penis, and is an arrogant asshole. ( sounds like I'm talking about myself eh? ;) He'll do fine.
5. Im thinking about " canceling " this weekend's shari's funzo, or at least not showing up until REAL LATE ( 12am, 1am instead of 11pm ) - because I have to get some stuff done. It seems as if my car IS NOT LEAKING so I can drive - and plan to do many things. Some of those things are as follows :
a. find a quicker route to and through roy from work.
b. go to the mall to buy the following
b1. the cologne I've been meaning to buy
b2. maybe another playstation 2 game, maybe a lot of n64 games.
b3. the high possibility of a blender
b4. put in a reservation for never winter nights
b5. a poker book of some sorts
b6. something i forgot
c. teaching more people how to play wwii w/ myth2 for the big gaming bash soon to come
d. look at houses to buy, look at general stuff about houses, inquire about house prices and so on - a good local with cheap prices.
e. find somewhere " new "
f. joyride
g. maybe watch a movie
and thats it for number five.
6. Im also looking for someone who is free on sunday nights to do something, anything. c'mon.
whee. that is all for now.
April 02, 2002
Rather funny how a fellow customer could firmly say the cause of the problem. When, those that make noise, oh wait, no not our group of five or six but a huge as monster group of high schoolers that gets yelled at by James for having too many damn people etc. As I recall the only times when you, jesse, have been to any Shari's gathering is when there were too many people.
Lets all think shall we ? Thinking is usually a good thing...
Now maybe my brain is the only slug board brain thinking this - however thats very doubtful. My brain asks itself.
Self, why would such a non loitering rule be thought up ?
Well brain,answers the self its a very good chance that those lil-high-schoolish-fucks-who-make-a-lot-of-noise-because-they-bring-so-many-god-damn-people-to-Shari's-on-a-Friday-night are responsible for this turn of events.
End transmission.
Now maybe my brain is the only slug board brain thinking this - however thats very doubtful. My brain asks itself.
Self, why would such a non loitering rule be thought up ?
Well brain,answers the self its a very good chance that those lil-high-schoolish-fucks-who-make-a-lot-of-noise-because-they-bring-so-many-god-damn-people-to-Shari's-on-a-Friday-night are responsible for this turn of events.
End transmission.
Talk about a dead day.
Speaking of which, where has Aaron gone? Would he be so petty and immature as to leave right in the middle of such a good argument? I don’t really know him, so I’m asking, would he? He never did respond to my question. I guess that means he does have a small penis and/or testicles. Poor boy...
Heh, check this out. Kinda goofy, but it gives me ideas. I wouldn’t use spray foam like that, the stuff is an excellent thermal insulator, not what you want to make computer cases out of. Even though they left air passages, I don’t like it. Must say, I bet it travels well.
Anyway....I must get back to fixing things so you little bastards can fuck them up again....
Später.
April 01, 2002
AHH DAMN i wish i could have gone ballin i miss it... and mike it seems you could have used me we would have killed every1
so whens the next game goin to be???? i want to go and i will have the $$ too im geting paid today...
i need my cd mike and im grounded so ill have to sneek out to get it.,..
check your phone for a message its me and call me back!!
damn first post damn it to hellll!!!!
so whens the next game goin to be???? i want to go and i will have the $$ too im geting paid today...
i need my cd mike and im grounded so ill have to sneek out to get it.,..
check your phone for a message its me and call me back!!
damn first post damn it to hellll!!!!
March 31, 2002
Yes, indeed.
Funzo2
It was actually the center of the left hamstring, Mike. Still a tender spot.
Man o man, Steven’s new move. Gotta love it. Amazing in its simplicity. Wonderful in it’s effectiveness. Crazy enough to come as a complete surprise.
The dual-gun cover fire technique worked very well. Right up to the point where I was shot a dozen or so times.
It was actually the center of the left hamstring, Mike. Still a tender spot.
Man o man, Steven’s new move. Gotta love it. Amazing in its simplicity. Wonderful in it’s effectiveness. Crazy enough to come as a complete surprise.
The dual-gun cover fire technique worked very well. Right up to the point where I was shot a dozen or so times.
Lady luck is a slut. No, a two-timing, gold-digging whore. Or, maybe I just had a bad second half of the night.
Hmm.....
Nope, she’s a whore. Pretty sure of it.
So, Andy, fuck you both.
Zach, dude, why didn’t you come with us? Aside from the lack of funds.
And I didn’t get hit in the nuts once. Not bad for a weekend that involved both drinking and paintball.
Später.
I would like to take this moment and laugh at all the fuckers who laughed at me when I spoke about my 'Lady Luck' card that I had up my sleeve. Sure, Lady Luck may have knocked at my door while playing 'Iron Cross' and I said something to the effect of
Im too lazy to answer the damn door... thus I probably shouted "Go the hell away! Im losing!"
It appears as if Lady Luck really wanted to help my 'down-to-$1.25-ass' out, so she snuck in the back door and together, hand in hand we ripped the fuck out of everyone for the next few games. That $1.25 turned into an 'not-amazed-as-hell-because-she-was-always-on-my-side-$8.40'!
Fun fun. Now, lets have some fun and move all the stuff in my room around.
Im too lazy to answer the damn door... thus I probably shouted "Go the hell away! Im losing!"
It appears as if Lady Luck really wanted to help my 'down-to-$1.25-ass' out, so she snuck in the back door and together, hand in hand we ripped the fuck out of everyone for the next few games. That $1.25 turned into an 'not-amazed-as-hell-because-she-was-always-on-my-side-$8.40'!
Fun fun. Now, lets have some fun and move all the stuff in my room around.
March 30, 2002
Panic Room - I'm Jodie Foster trapped in a room with my daughter and bad guys are trying to get me. AHHHHHH! Trapped, trapped, trapped. Now the bad guys are trapped in the room with my daughter. AHHHHHH! Trapped, trapped, trapped.
Don't pay full price to see this film. It is okay but no Fight Club or The Game.
Don't pay full price to see this film. It is okay but no Fight Club or The Game.
March 29, 2002
I have had "The Ballad of Chasey Lain" stuck in my head all day. This little tune is by our old friends, the Bloodhound Gang.
Yep.
Not a bad song, rather humorous actually....but not good to be humming in a school."You've had a lot of dick, Chasey, but you ain't had mine...."
Yep.
Not a bad song, rather humorous actually....but not good to be humming in a school.
Fook.
So under the revised and clarified rules of [Second Post], who would have second post today?
Not that it matters.
By the way, I do believe I shall mop the floor with you all on saturday night. Then on the paintball field sunday morning.
Später.
damn you evil bastards i always get first post and i hate you all for it why dont you get up a little earlyer and post huh? bass terds ok im at school and i seen james he ruined everything me and gimp man had planned so i will not use my size and dream ok kicking his ass that would be fun... ahhh shit
i hate this class cox is gone and i have shit to do
might i say we should change second post to first post again its getting really shitty not getting any glory fucker James and all you others bitches...
all of you must know mike is no longer james 2 he is gimp man or any of the other names he gos by just not james for the fact he cut his hair...
PISHAHHH!
what happened to warg?
i hate this class cox is gone and i have shit to do
might i say we should change second post to first post again its getting really shitty not getting any glory fucker James and all you others bitches...
all of you must know mike is no longer james 2 he is gimp man or any of the other names he gos by just not james for the fact he cut his hair...
PISHAHHH!
what happened to warg?
As the creator of 'second post' I believe that I'm entitled to make any changes to the way it works. The idea was that the second post of the day would have something to say about the post before it, starting some sort of discussion. So, 'Second Post Glory' shall only grace those who write a second post with a minimum of two paragraphs. Should the second post slot be filled with a two-liner the glory falls upon s/he who manages to full-fill the required paragraphs, even if this is in the fourth post slot. Spamming a few words over and over again shall disqualify you ( This is directed toward you, Michael... )
Not to ruin Bradbury's day, this shall be effective on April First
Prepare yourselves ladies and bastards, it's Friday - the weekend has begun. I shall reclaim the money I lost last weekend - due to the fact I couldn't find that fucking destiny card in my sleeve. grumbles I would also like to state that my troops shall own -all- in Myth 2 should it become part of our weekend. MRAAR!
End Transmission.
Not to ruin Bradbury's day, this shall be effective on April First
Prepare yourselves ladies and bastards, it's Friday - the weekend has begun. I shall reclaim the money I lost last weekend - due to the fact I couldn't find that fucking destiny card in my sleeve. grumbles I would also like to state that my troops shall own -all- in Myth 2 should it become part of our weekend. MRAAR!
End Transmission.
March 28, 2002
fucking hot steemy dog shit i will get second post sooner or later
ok steve i kinda have school tomarrow but i can get it to you after school im off at 2 so what time do you get off work? call me ill be at work today but just leave a message my step mom Sonja or brother brad should be home till 530 then my dad gets home so just call me later...
Mike you smelly bass terd why havent you been in school???? i am now going to come up there when i get my new car and smack you around and call you jeni if thats ok with you so...
PISHAHHHH!!
warg
woohhpahh!
ok steve i kinda have school tomarrow but i can get it to you after school im off at 2 so what time do you get off work? call me ill be at work today but just leave a message my step mom Sonja or brother brad should be home till 530 then my dad gets home so just call me later...
Mike you smelly bass terd why havent you been in school???? i am now going to come up there when i get my new car and smack you around and call you jeni if thats ok with you so...
PISHAHHHH!!
warg
woohhpahh!
people at work now call me kurt.
because someone off-handedly mentioned I look ...
like kurt cobain.
oh. oh happy day.
and i get home, only to see a picture of mr. kurt.
wearing what?
wearing a suit. and a tie. and looking like who? like me.
that dead bastard.
and my car is now re-leaking engine coolant.
I fix it for two days, and then am like :
" HOO DOGGIES, I GET TO DRIVE THIS WEEKEND "
only to have that thrown in my face.
god-damm.
bonus? I got paid today.
bonus? I'm stopping by the school tomorrow morning with ...
a quote.
I'm gonna post it on some teacher's doors.
It's gonna be great.
not much to post.
and to end, I shall deflate our good pal Mr. Borton -
second post glory is nullified and passed onto the third post in the event that the second post is also the person who did first post
sooooooo..
SECOND POST BITCH
because someone off-handedly mentioned I look ...
like kurt cobain.
oh. oh happy day.
and i get home, only to see a picture of mr. kurt.
wearing what?
wearing a suit. and a tie. and looking like who? like me.
that dead bastard.
and my car is now re-leaking engine coolant.
I fix it for two days, and then am like :
" HOO DOGGIES, I GET TO DRIVE THIS WEEKEND "
only to have that thrown in my face.
god-damm.
bonus? I got paid today.
bonus? I'm stopping by the school tomorrow morning with ...
a quote.
I'm gonna post it on some teacher's doors.
It's gonna be great.
not much to post.
and to end, I shall deflate our good pal Mr. Borton -
second post glory is nullified and passed onto the third post in the event that the second post is also the person who did first post
sooooooo..
March 27, 2002
today.
or yesterday.
or some time.
i forget. i dont care, really.
but anywho.
joe brought in a picture of his little girl.
and himself.
and it was nice.
and it reminded me of the pictures of my father and me.
when i was a child.
and suddenly :
i was overcome with a strong urge to want to have children of my own.
but then.
but then I got bitch-slapped with reality.
and he showed me another picture.
and the child's big, blaringly blue eyes stared wide into the camera.
vacant, void of thought, innocent.
and it scared the shit out of me.
and that urge took a nose dive into " HELL NO MOTHO FUKKA "
...
and thats that.
or yesterday.
or some time.
i forget. i dont care, really.
but anywho.
joe brought in a picture of his little girl.
and himself.
and it was nice.
and it reminded me of the pictures of my father and me.
when i was a child.
and suddenly :
i was overcome with a strong urge to want to have children of my own.
but then.
but then I got bitch-slapped with reality.
and he showed me another picture.
and the child's big, blaringly blue eyes stared wide into the camera.
vacant, void of thought, innocent.
and it scared the shit out of me.
and that urge took a nose dive into " HELL NO MOTHO FUKKA "
...
and thats that.
March 26, 2002
Hmmm, so I was thinking about this lent thing some folks are still blabbing about. I thought it would be insanely funny that those people would return to school on April first ( April Fool's Day, I think they have school then ) and claim they won whatever money they kept talking about. Oh what a well planned April Fool's gag it would be to say " HA HA! April Fool's suckers! No money! "
After all the fun of last week it seems a little like a ghost town.
I wore a toga to school today. I think we, as a society, should wear more togas. They may not be terribly fashionable but they are comfy.
Where are the hetero-life partners? Did you run off to Hawaii to get married?
Chris Cornell left what was left of Rage. So much for Ozzfest this summer. At least the album will still be released.
I wore a toga to school today. I think we, as a society, should wear more togas. They may not be terribly fashionable but they are comfy.
Where are the hetero-life partners? Did you run off to Hawaii to get married?
Chris Cornell left what was left of Rage. So much for Ozzfest this summer. At least the album will still be released.
March 25, 2002
March 24, 2002
a. SATURDAY NIGHT is otherwise known as POKER NIGHT - the highlight of this weeks poker night just happened to be when the stakes were rising beyond the skies, and nobody knew that I had FOUR THREES - which is beat only by a straight and royal flush. The stakes kept raising, with fifty's and seventy fives. Until it later tapered off with tens, and fives, until I finally called michael. Steven put down first - he had two pair. queens and something else - which beat out Andy's two pair, which didnt even meet queens. I put down my four threes expecting to take the pot when - WHAT IS THIS? MICHAEL PULLS A STRAIGHT FLUSH OUT OF HIS GOD-DAMNED ASS AND STEALS IT AWAY FROM ME.
fucker.
b. with the departure of jimmoi to the airforce there will be a seat open for poker night. we've just recently started playing for money ( 5$ entry ) and the rules are very simple. There is also the sixth seat which is open - which michael normally plays - but until jimmoi gets the boot I am willing to let that sixth seat open to whomever is interested. If you enjoy playing poker and are interested in playing - email me at notmud@loose-slugs.com.
3. I never stated the denny's group would harold TZA as their banner. That was merely something we thought about. and I never stated " friendly " competition either. Im all up for hostilities and hatred within the ranks of the two. However - reports I hear that the denny's group consists of nothing more than a bunch of acne-ridden youth who would think it is cool to get a fake ID and sneak into a club that sells ( !!! ) ALCOHOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
d. as for your comment on my attempt at making " faith " fly as a debate ( it never happens on the board, god, religion, and faith arent things that people believe need to be debated about on the board - friendships, countries, and young kittens find themselves no longer because of conflict over said things ) - I would state that I already shot you down before you even attacked me. I specifically stated that people who delve into the existance of God loose faith. they loose their " blindness " and " faith " - which I specifically put the definition of so that I wouldnt get shit back, like " WELL KIERKEGAARD SAID : "
but we never got anything from Aaron. Nothing that you thought up of your own, which is which I did. I came to a conclusion based on my own experiences, thoughts, and ideals - not by reading a very logically written book by a very well known philosopher. so it looks like Mr. Kierkegaard has shot me down - but he's as good as dead. by hiding behind the shadows of those already passed, and utilizing their knowledge as your own - you learn nothing more than subterfuge. how to fake life. something very prominant in the book I am reading now : Siddhartha. OoOooo.
and now I'm running all over in tangents.
5. total votes so far : 1 undertow, 3 aenima, 1 lateralus. ( jesse told me he enjoyed undertow far better than aenima ) - probably because of sober, because I do admit, sober is a bad-ass song, and prison sex. hMmm. But wait - undertow, IMHO, beats out lateralus as well. hot - d - a - m - n.
6. I entirely agree with bradbury's " get fucked " - unfortunately, I have no fucking outlet to speak of, unless we include said hands - and even those are no fun anymore - so it seems I have to go and swim my way through the dating pool some to find me a lovely piece of meat to stick more meat into. again : hot-damn.
g. i think i'm done now - oh wait, no I am not - Ive recently just found out that MYTH 2 only requires you to have ONE CD to play, being that I can put network versions on the rest. You know what that means? Now that I have what I need - all I have to do is gather together 10+ people to play myth2. I shall be gathering people together at my home to learn them how to play. EGG SALAD.
8. now I think I'm done.
yeup.
fucker.
b. with the departure of jimmoi to the airforce there will be a seat open for poker night. we've just recently started playing for money ( 5$ entry ) and the rules are very simple. There is also the sixth seat which is open - which michael normally plays - but until jimmoi gets the boot I am willing to let that sixth seat open to whomever is interested. If you enjoy playing poker and are interested in playing - email me at notmud@loose-slugs.com.
3. I never stated the denny's group would harold TZA as their banner. That was merely something we thought about. and I never stated " friendly " competition either. Im all up for hostilities and hatred within the ranks of the two. However - reports I hear that the denny's group consists of nothing more than a bunch of acne-ridden youth who would think it is cool to get a fake ID and sneak into a club that sells ( !!! ) ALCOHOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
d. as for your comment on my attempt at making " faith " fly as a debate ( it never happens on the board, god, religion, and faith arent things that people believe need to be debated about on the board - friendships, countries, and young kittens find themselves no longer because of conflict over said things ) - I would state that I already shot you down before you even attacked me. I specifically stated that people who delve into the existance of God loose faith. they loose their " blindness " and " faith " - which I specifically put the definition of so that I wouldnt get shit back, like " WELL KIERKEGAARD SAID : "
but we never got anything from Aaron. Nothing that you thought up of your own, which is which I did. I came to a conclusion based on my own experiences, thoughts, and ideals - not by reading a very logically written book by a very well known philosopher. so it looks like Mr. Kierkegaard has shot me down - but he's as good as dead. by hiding behind the shadows of those already passed, and utilizing their knowledge as your own - you learn nothing more than subterfuge. how to fake life. something very prominant in the book I am reading now : Siddhartha. OoOooo.
and now I'm running all over in tangents.
5. total votes so far : 1 undertow, 3 aenima, 1 lateralus. ( jesse told me he enjoyed undertow far better than aenima ) - probably because of sober, because I do admit, sober is a bad-ass song, and prison sex. hMmm. But wait - undertow, IMHO, beats out lateralus as well. hot - d - a - m - n.
6. I entirely agree with bradbury's " get fucked " - unfortunately, I have no fucking outlet to speak of, unless we include said hands - and even those are no fun anymore - so it seems I have to go and swim my way through the dating pool some to find me a lovely piece of meat to stick more meat into. again : hot-damn.
g. i think i'm done now - oh wait, no I am not - Ive recently just found out that MYTH 2 only requires you to have ONE CD to play, being that I can put network versions on the rest. You know what that means? Now that I have what I need - all I have to do is gather together 10+ people to play myth2. I shall be gathering people together at my home to learn them how to play. EGG SALAD.
8. now I think I'm done.
yeup.
I went to the junior prom last night. What fun. Spencer hung out with me, per my expectation. I was surprised/relieved that he did not ask me to dance with him. But a VERY INTOXICATED Chris Righi did ask me. When I turned him down, he asked why. I reminded him of the diatribe he wrote and gave to me about how he did not like me because of my "communist views" and said that I should go live in Cuba or China in a grass hut and see how much I like it then. He laughed and apologized, shook my hand and said essentially "let's be friends." I can't remember the last time I saw someone that drunk. Probably because I was the last person I was around who was that drunk.
Oh, and this is nice. Raechelle Velock asked me in the interest of "spreading homosexual tolerance" at BHS to dance with her. Again, I turned her down. (Maybe if she looked a little more like Gina Gershon.) She also told me that she had a thing for Spencer.
After the dance I stopped by Shari's. None of you were there.
Oh, and this is nice. Raechelle Velock asked me in the interest of "spreading homosexual tolerance" at BHS to dance with her. Again, I turned her down. (Maybe if she looked a little more like Gina Gershon.) She also told me that she had a thing for Spencer.
After the dance I stopped by Shari's. None of you were there.
March 23, 2002
Drew: if you need to borrow my blue truck, just say the word. No guarantees, but it's better than walking. Seriously, it's no problem.
That goes for the rest of you, too. At least the ones I know. I won't lend my shit to someone I don't trust - paying towing and impound fees sucks ass. That won't happen.
[joking]If he is a giant penis, then what does he have swinging in his drawers? I contend nothing at all.[/joking]
Später.
That goes for the rest of you, too. At least the ones I know. I won't lend my shit to someone I don't trust - paying towing and impound fees sucks ass. That won't happen.
[joking]If he is a giant penis, then what does he have swinging in his drawers? I contend nothing at all.[/joking]
Später.
1. we all know aaron has a large penis. you can see him from a long distance away, wobbling to and fro in a crowd. being that he is a penis - and no, I'm not calling him a prick - which would be an allusion to calling him an ass or a fucktwit ( that would be me ) - we're talking 100% bone-i-fide penis. so of course - he cannot be compensating for the lack-there-of in his pants.
2. I would post what my background is - but I am seeming to have difficulties in doing that. Let's just say it includes a woman, and some socks, and that she is wearing said socks. c'mon. if you dont want to go to the bathroom and masturbate already ( sorry - not the bathroom in andy's case ), well then fuck off.
3. everyone keeps telling me that since I have money pouring through my eye sockets, that I should " buy a new and better car " - to these people I give a great big FUCK YOU to. because I hate new cars, and I hate buying cars, and I hate cars, and I hate people who say I need to get a new car. I can fix a god-damned engine coolant leak. GUH.
4. Panda Bears
5. Some people in my association seem to be getting it in the ass as of late. Bonnie and Drew to mention a few. Hey that rhymes, in any event - If you've been paying attention you know what happen to the ol Bon-bon, and if you dont know as-of-yet, Drew had his car yanked out from underneith him. He showed up at shari's stating he was walking to denny's - from his cheapo-theatre work. Eesh. That sucks. He said it wasnt all that bad - just wait until one day he's walking home and it starts raining slush.
ugh.
6. go home.
2. I would post what my background is - but I am seeming to have difficulties in doing that. Let's just say it includes a woman, and some socks, and that she is wearing said socks. c'mon. if you dont want to go to the bathroom and masturbate already ( sorry - not the bathroom in andy's case ), well then fuck off.
3. everyone keeps telling me that since I have money pouring through my eye sockets, that I should " buy a new and better car " - to these people I give a great big FUCK YOU to. because I hate new cars, and I hate buying cars, and I hate cars, and I hate people who say I need to get a new car. I can fix a god-damned engine coolant leak. GUH.
4. Panda Bears
5. Some people in my association seem to be getting it in the ass as of late. Bonnie and Drew to mention a few. Hey that rhymes, in any event - If you've been paying attention you know what happen to the ol Bon-bon, and if you dont know as-of-yet, Drew had his car yanked out from underneith him. He showed up at shari's stating he was walking to denny's - from his cheapo-theatre work. Eesh. That sucks. He said it wasnt all that bad - just wait until one day he's walking home and it starts raining slush.
ugh.
6. go home.
Here's an idea, since no one gives a shit about "The Denny's group", whatever the hell that is - just yer face ont the topic Aaron.
Oh damn, that was ment as a joke ofcourse - couldnt ya tell ? Hell, it was so obvious - clear as crystal!
If I don't give a shit why did I post this ? Cause Im fucking tired of hearing superiority shit - people bragging to, just as Bradbury said, compensate for some other deficiency ( think that's spelled right ), be it them being insecure about whats in their pants or elsewhere.
In any case, Id like to state that I'm feeling rather good today. No, not "Hot damn Im fucking horny" kind of good, just an overall "wow, I feel free" kind of thing. I also have a feeling I'm going to win some money tonight... oh yes. Tonight we play poker, and I have a card up my sleeve - destiny.
Oh damn, that was ment as a joke ofcourse - couldnt ya tell ? Hell, it was so obvious - clear as crystal!
If I don't give a shit why did I post this ? Cause Im fucking tired of hearing superiority shit - people bragging to, just as Bradbury said, compensate for some other deficiency ( think that's spelled right ), be it them being insecure about whats in their pants or elsewhere.
In any case, Id like to state that I'm feeling rather good today. No, not "Hot damn Im fucking horny" kind of good, just an overall "wow, I feel free" kind of thing. I also have a feeling I'm going to win some money tonight... oh yes. Tonight we play poker, and I have a card up my sleeve - destiny.
"The Denny's group by the way, would just like to make it clear how incredibly superior we are"
Who fucking cares? Do you want a goddamned medal or something? Why do you need to feel superior...compensating are we? [Aaron], do you have a little dick? Is that where all of this came from?
Who fucking cares? Do you want a goddamned medal or something? Why do you need to feel superior...compensating are we? [Aaron], do you have a little dick? Is that where all of this came from?
Bleh.
James, this is a fairly simple one, assuming that the easy steps work. If they don’t, sell the car...
Okay, step one: Go down to an auto parts store, get yourself a bottle of BARS leaks. Not the cheap shit, get the BARS brand-the others don’t work as well.
Follow the directions, it works best if you add it with a volume of water.
DO NOT TRY TO DO THIS WHILE THE ENGINE IS HOT
If there is any spot under the hood you can’t touch with your bare hand for 10 seconds, don’t try and open the radiator cap-bad shit happens if you pop the cap while it’s hot.
You do have to add it directly to the radiator; if you put it in that plastic bottle (coolant recovery reservoir), nothing good will happen.
If you don’t feel comfortable with this, let me know and I’ll help you.
Now, since we are leaving winter, you don’t need to maintain the 50/50 mix of antifreeze and water. You can go down as low as 30% coolant to 70% water, or even 20/80, but you do need the antifreeze for its temperature stability and anti-corrosion qualities. What this means is: don’t worry too much about adding the antifreeze instead of water as it gets low, so long as the water still has a green color to it. The best thing to do is mix them externally and then add. That, however, is a pain in the ass. Just pour one then the other in until it looks good.
Später.
March 22, 2002
a few more things just off the top of my head before I go to sleep :
a. best tool album ever : aenima. by far.
b. who all is coming to get a piece of zach-o love tonight?
c. i need help locating and fixing an engine coolant leak, anyone got any ideas where to start? it's my " weekend project " ( can anyone say " HEY BRADBURY? " - just you wait until I get his OWN WEBSITE " ask bradbury " up an goin ;)
d. for those of you who follow my love life and enjoy masturbating feverishly to the thought of me having sex ( nobody? ) - Heather stopped by yesterday. I think it was yesterday. anywho. she had a real expensive jacket on. I think she got it for her birthday. la - dad - de, this, however, has no relivance. Im just writing it so I can forget about it ;b
e. HOT DAMN. thats right.
a. best tool album ever : aenima. by far.
b. who all is coming to get a piece of zach-o love tonight?
c. i need help locating and fixing an engine coolant leak, anyone got any ideas where to start? it's my " weekend project " ( can anyone say " HEY BRADBURY? " - just you wait until I get his OWN WEBSITE " ask bradbury " up an goin ;)
d. for those of you who follow my love life and enjoy masturbating feverishly to the thought of me having sex ( nobody? ) - Heather stopped by yesterday. I think it was yesterday. anywho. she had a real expensive jacket on. I think she got it for her birthday. la - dad - de, this, however, has no relivance. Im just writing it so I can forget about it ;b
e. HOT DAMN. thats right.
the day the whole world went away : : : : :
first off - steve, fixed your missing " i " real quickly afterwards.
( AND WHO SAID ADMINISTRATION DOES NOTHING!?! )
second - three days off. we'll see how fast they go by.
thirdly - the post that has been delayed for awhile, to let the last ' big hooopla ' calm down so I can prod the board into the next big debate. which would be :
BELIEVING IN GOD
an associate at work asked me if I believed in God. In my head, I answered no. From my mouth, I answered yes. Then I hesistated. Then I said wait. Then I said yes, but in my head thought no. This caused confusion - so I decided to delve into the reasons behind this confusion and came up with the following conclusion :
I believe in God. But I do not believe in believing in God. To elaborate :
faith:
wow. it's been awhile since I've used an Ordered list.
now that we've seen the textbook definition of " faith " I shall state that " believing in God " is to " deny any faith in God " -
I am a full supporter that faith is entirely blind, and that in believing, praying, acknowleding, or accepting the existance of God is to play the game with a stacked deck. Cheating. It's like going to the horse race, knowing which horse will win, placing bets on that horse - and when it wins - " acting " like you're suprised. It's like getting Christmas presents on Christmas when you have to act like you didnt already know what it was because you were there the day the person who got it for you, bought it. Its entirely bullshit.
Faith in God requires you to give all these things up.
It requires you to " let go "
to accept the cards dealt to you
to ride the waves and go with the flow
God is not something you pray to everynight.
God is not something that you thank for a good day at work.
God is not something worthy of killing someone else for.
God is not even something that should be thought of.
because even thinking of him is a deviation from " faith "
how's that to start a debate? hope to get some good input.
THE SECOND post Ive been meaning to get to will have to be put - being that Bonnie has hit bad times and it was specifically about her. Having your house violated, or anything violated and stolen for that matter, sucks a big fat anglo-saxon cock - and with Bradbury, my condolences.
whelp.
looks like thats it for me.
oh - and I'm looking forward to some zach-o man-love tonight.
Mmmm, mMmm, good.
first off - steve, fixed your missing " i " real quickly afterwards.
( AND WHO SAID ADMINISTRATION DOES NOTHING!?! )
second - three days off. we'll see how fast they go by.
thirdly - the post that has been delayed for awhile, to let the last ' big hooopla ' calm down so I can prod the board into the next big debate. which would be :
an associate at work asked me if I believed in God. In my head, I answered no. From my mouth, I answered yes. Then I hesistated. Then I said wait. Then I said yes, but in my head thought no. This caused confusion - so I decided to delve into the reasons behind this confusion and came up with the following conclusion :
I believe in God. But I do not believe in believing in God. To elaborate :
- Confident belief in the truth, value, or trustworthiness of a person, idea, or thing.
- Belief that does not rest on logical proof or material evidence. See Synonyms at belief.
- Loyalty to a person or thing; allegiance: keeping faith with one's supporters.
- The theological virtue defined as secure belief in God and a trusting acceptance of God's will.
- The body of dogma of a religion: the Muslim faith.
- A set of principles or beliefs.
wow. it's been awhile since I've used an Ordered list.
now that we've seen the textbook definition of " faith " I shall state that " believing in God " is to " deny any faith in God " -
I am a full supporter that faith is entirely blind, and that in believing, praying, acknowleding, or accepting the existance of God is to play the game with a stacked deck. Cheating. It's like going to the horse race, knowing which horse will win, placing bets on that horse - and when it wins - " acting " like you're suprised. It's like getting Christmas presents on Christmas when you have to act like you didnt already know what it was because you were there the day the person who got it for you, bought it. Its entirely bullshit.
Faith in God requires you to give all these things up.
It requires you to " let go "
to accept the cards dealt to you
to ride the waves and go with the flow
God is not something you pray to everynight.
God is not something that you thank for a good day at work.
God is not something worthy of killing someone else for.
God is not even something that should be thought of.
because even thinking of him is a deviation from " faith "
how's that to start a debate? hope to get some good input.
THE SECOND post Ive been meaning to get to will have to be put - being that Bonnie has hit bad times and it was specifically about her. Having your house violated, or anything violated and stolen for that matter, sucks a big fat anglo-saxon cock - and with Bradbury, my condolences.
whelp.
looks like thats it for me.
oh - and I'm looking forward to some zach-o man-love tonight.
Mmmm, mMmm, good.
We all love cabbage don't we ? Yes... yes I'm sure we do. Later I shall explain why.
smacks the big Reserved stamp onto first post slot
So here we are, after work getting ready to listen to uncle dM speak about cabbage. Bradbury mentions cabbage as a 'good' thing, however my usage of 'love' was more or less sarcasm. We all know what cabbage is, big ball type thing sort of like lettuce only harder in texture with a god aweful stench when cooked. It reminds me of such wicked things as Cabbage Patch dolls, ugly ass abominations of nature - never should that have been called a 'toy' and also of Koreans eating Kim-chie (spelling?). Supposed to be very tastey food that Kim-chie, though I've never tried myself - the fact that everyone complains about its stench ( since it's rotting cabbage I guess ) keeps me firmly rooted in the "Hell no Im not fucking eating that" category.
So here I am, at work. I don't like my job - I get payed very little money for the amount of heavy work I do. There is however another reason I don't like my job - I work with about seven, you count em -seven-, Mexicans. A friendly enough group of people, even worked out a quicker system of doing what I do with my 'partner' without speakin to him. ( Oh sure, he speaks English, I just can't understand it ). Day in and day out I listen to them chatter on with their Spanish jabber, rather irritating concidering my stance on learning / speaking the host country's language while in public. To the point of cabbage however - I was at work doing my thing and trying to pick up some of the few Spanish words I actually know - suddenly it hit me.
What -the- fuck is that smell?! I asked myself.
I looked around seeking -something- out of the ordinary which may smell strange. Nothing.
G'damn! There it is again!
Hmmm... I seem to recall that smell from some where. Cabbage, yea thats it - I think mom cooked cabbage once.
I groaned to myself silently, something... no - someone was stinkin of cabbage!
It's her! That girl I just walked past!
Yes folks, I don't know if theres any special Mexican food which smells like cabbage that one would keep on his or her person, but that "I reek of cabbage aura" was about her. It engulfed her like a snake eating a lil tree frog. Horrid! I highly doubt it was 'food' of any sort.
I shuddered at the thought of returning to work the next day, cabbage was in the air. However, no it wasn't cabbage that day, nor was it today - it was babypowder. You know, that white lil powdering crap you put on a baby's ass, for what reason exactly eludes me.
Though previously the smell of cooking cabbage kept me at bay, the thought and experience of this shall drive me into a dark little hole in a mountain. Cabbage ladies and bastards, fear it - avoid it at all costs. Lets see if you still love it with this thought in mind.
-- On a seperate note -- I was told " Get Friday the 29th off damnit! -Do- It! " So I did. Now however I wonder, does this have anything to do with some paintball game which michelle and "that-one-dude-who-doesn't-realize-first-post-is-out-and-who-i-don't-know" keep blabbing about ?
I shall leave you all with something to ponder " Got SoW ? "
smacks the big Reserved stamp onto first post slot
So here we are, after work getting ready to listen to uncle dM speak about cabbage. Bradbury mentions cabbage as a 'good' thing, however my usage of 'love' was more or less sarcasm. We all know what cabbage is, big ball type thing sort of like lettuce only harder in texture with a god aweful stench when cooked. It reminds me of such wicked things as Cabbage Patch dolls, ugly ass abominations of nature - never should that have been called a 'toy' and also of Koreans eating Kim-chie (spelling?). Supposed to be very tastey food that Kim-chie, though I've never tried myself - the fact that everyone complains about its stench ( since it's rotting cabbage I guess ) keeps me firmly rooted in the "Hell no Im not fucking eating that" category.
So here I am, at work. I don't like my job - I get payed very little money for the amount of heavy work I do. There is however another reason I don't like my job - I work with about seven, you count em -seven-, Mexicans. A friendly enough group of people, even worked out a quicker system of doing what I do with my 'partner' without speakin to him. ( Oh sure, he speaks English, I just can't understand it ). Day in and day out I listen to them chatter on with their Spanish jabber, rather irritating concidering my stance on learning / speaking the host country's language while in public. To the point of cabbage however - I was at work doing my thing and trying to pick up some of the few Spanish words I actually know - suddenly it hit me.
What -the- fuck is that smell?! I asked myself.
I looked around seeking -something- out of the ordinary which may smell strange. Nothing.
G'damn! There it is again!
Hmmm... I seem to recall that smell from some where. Cabbage, yea thats it - I think mom cooked cabbage once.
I groaned to myself silently, something... no - someone was stinkin of cabbage!
It's her! That girl I just walked past!
Yes folks, I don't know if theres any special Mexican food which smells like cabbage that one would keep on his or her person, but that "I reek of cabbage aura" was about her. It engulfed her like a snake eating a lil tree frog. Horrid! I highly doubt it was 'food' of any sort.
I shuddered at the thought of returning to work the next day, cabbage was in the air. However, no it wasn't cabbage that day, nor was it today - it was babypowder. You know, that white lil powdering crap you put on a baby's ass, for what reason exactly eludes me.
Though previously the smell of cooking cabbage kept me at bay, the thought and experience of this shall drive me into a dark little hole in a mountain. Cabbage ladies and bastards, fear it - avoid it at all costs. Lets see if you still love it with this thought in mind.
-- On a seperate note -- I was told " Get Friday the 29th off damnit! -Do- It! " So I did. Now however I wonder, does this have anything to do with some paintball game which michelle and "that-one-dude-who-doesn't-realize-first-post-is-out-and-who-i-don't-know" keep blabbing about ?
I shall leave you all with something to ponder " Got SoW ? "
March 21, 2002
ok you all fucking suck i post no one but the teacher who dosnt know who i am reads it... FUCK YOU ALL AND GO TO HELL!! i still waqnt to know if we are going paintballing on easter... (no we dont have to wait 3 days to play again LOL) Mike were the hell r u why havent you been in school call me!!!
and is the fight over???
First post somthing i couldnt get for sooo long is now mein!!
and is the fight over???
First post somthing i couldnt get for sooo long is now mein!!
March 20, 2002
John Cusack is good, but only one of the movies mentioned I liked...(or remember enjoying)..."Grosse Pointe Blank"
At least, I think I liked it. Reasonably sure. Maybe I should quit drinking? Hell, four weeks of mandatory substance abuse counseling couldn’t make me quit, my own realizations of negative after affects won’t either. Ugh.
That really bites about your computer Bonnie (and the rest of your belongings, for that matter). I’d say some shit like “I hope they catch the guys that robbed you,” but they won’t. On the bright side, most of your shit will probably turn up in local pawn shops and/or thrift stores sometime in the near future. To quote:
"Funzo."
Again, I do empathize with you.
No it’s when you play and get hit on Good Friday that you have wait three days.
So I have a dilemma: What to do now.
More specifically, which project car to go ahead with.
Choices are: a ’76 Regal 4-door, which I already have sitting in storage, it just needs a motor and some finish work to become a very evil sleeper; a 4Runner, which I don’t have but could very easily acquire in varying stages of readiness and turn into an excellent off-road Toy; or just stick with the [still under factory warranty] Tundra, for which there are a healthy selection of go-fast goodies available at outrageously high prices.
Input, anyone?
Später.
At least, I think I liked it. Reasonably sure. Maybe I should quit drinking? Hell, four weeks of mandatory substance abuse counseling couldn’t make me quit, my own realizations of negative after affects won’t either. Ugh.
That really bites about your computer Bonnie (and the rest of your belongings, for that matter). I’d say some shit like “I hope they catch the guys that robbed you,” but they won’t. On the bright side, most of your shit will probably turn up in local pawn shops and/or thrift stores sometime in the near future. To quote:
"Funzo."
Again, I do empathize with you.
No it’s when you play and get hit on Good Friday that you have wait three days.
So I have a dilemma: What to do now.
More specifically, which project car to go ahead with.
Choices are: a ’76 Regal 4-door, which I already have sitting in storage, it just needs a motor and some finish work to become a very evil sleeper; a 4Runner, which I don’t have but could very easily acquire in varying stages of readiness and turn into an excellent off-road Toy; or just stick with the [still under factory warranty] Tundra, for which there are a healthy selection of go-fast goodies available at outrageously high prices.
Input, anyone?
Später.
Looky Mommy!!! There are ladies on da bord!
hehehe...
Kissie, I like Bonnie don't really post that often, at least not in the recent past, but I am a female. I don't have a dick and these things on my chest weren't put there by any kind of surgery or anything. :)
Funzo nutty poetry below... *smiles*
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Holes in...
space... space... space...
forever night.
Take in... Take in... Take in
sight of endless universe.
Stealing all...
from everything... from everything...
To reform again
whirlwind... whirlwind... In whirlwind.
On
......otherside.....
Bright light once again.
Repeat
itself... itself.
Repeat
Itself... ' itself ' itself...
In time lament.
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I'm glad to see that everyone is popping out of the woodwork so to speak. I haven't gotten to check this bord in the past few days really because of crap ass BHS work and plah, but what is here is highly entertaining.
Happy Birthday Everyone!
Wow, I'm in one of those rare good moods where the whole world doesn't look like a giant cess pool, with alll of it's diseases, and the longevity of old people, ect. Which reminds me, that mood is over, haha... I enjoyed it while it lasted. :)
Tah Tah!
hehehe...
Kissie, I like Bonnie don't really post that often, at least not in the recent past, but I am a female. I don't have a dick and these things on my chest weren't put there by any kind of surgery or anything. :)
Funzo nutty poetry below... *smiles*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Holes in...
space... space... space...
forever night.
Take in... Take in... Take in
sight of endless universe.
Stealing all...
from everything... from everything...
To reform again
whirlwind... whirlwind... In whirlwind.
On
......otherside.....
Bright light once again.
Repeat
itself... itself.
Repeat
Itself... ' itself ' itself...
In time lament.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm glad to see that everyone is popping out of the woodwork so to speak. I haven't gotten to check this bord in the past few days really because of crap ass BHS work and plah, but what is here is highly entertaining.
Happy Birthday Everyone!
Wow, I'm in one of those rare good moods where the whole world doesn't look like a giant cess pool, with alll of it's diseases, and the longevity of old people, ect. Which reminds me, that mood is over, haha... I enjoyed it while it lasted. :)
Tah Tah!
Twelve Hour Shifts Suck Donkey Ass.
thats for sure.
Im just holding out for fri-sat-sun.
just holding out.
and it's the third day, out of four.
and I swear . . .
it shouldnt be this difficult.
just holding out.
three days, off - all to myself.
just curious - who'll all be at sharis ... tomorrow is it? day after?
I've forgotten. fuck it. friday.
friday when zach-o gets here.
in fact - anyone up for going to a movie?
I wake up at 4pm. Im figuring Ice Age or Panic Room.
Is that out yet? Yes Andy, I'll pay your way.
I have the complete monty python flying circus on dvd.
yum. it is terribly funny.
that had no correlation at all.
i should take a shower or maybe a bath.
...
oh dear now I've gone and lost myself.
thats for sure.
Im just holding out for fri-sat-sun.
just holding out.
and it's the third day, out of four.
and I swear . . .
it shouldnt be this difficult.
just holding out.
three days, off - all to myself.
just curious - who'll all be at sharis ... tomorrow is it? day after?
I've forgotten. fuck it. friday.
friday when zach-o gets here.
in fact - anyone up for going to a movie?
I wake up at 4pm. Im figuring Ice Age or Panic Room.
Is that out yet? Yes Andy, I'll pay your way.
I have the complete monty python flying circus on dvd.
yum. it is terribly funny.
that had no correlation at all.
i should take a shower or maybe a bath.
...
oh dear now I've gone and lost myself.
Couple of things-
1) If you go paintballing on Easter, do you have to wait three days after being hit before playing again?
2) Two people made references to the absence of women on the board. I have the genitalia that classifies me as a female and I have been on the board for a while.
3) Jesse when you called everyone else an ass you used lower case letters, however, when you called me an "ASS" you used all caps. Are your implying that I have a big butt? Because I don't think you should call someone as revered as I clearly am (Who's Who Among America's Teachers) a fat ass. That is pretty hurtful. Know your place, young man!
1) If you go paintballing on Easter, do you have to wait three days after being hit before playing again?
2) Two people made references to the absence of women on the board. I have the genitalia that classifies me as a female and I have been on the board for a while.
3) Jesse when you called everyone else an ass you used lower case letters, however, when you called me an "ASS" you used all caps. Are your implying that I have a big butt? Because I don't think you should call someone as revered as I clearly am (Who's Who Among America's Teachers) a fat ass. That is pretty hurtful. Know your place, young man!
ok all of us are fucking idiots i agree but why the hell are we still fighting about this all it is really doin is making James happy tons of peaple are posting on the board and he gets a kick out of every1 who plans to kill every1 else...
moonpies are good...
ok so how many peaple actualy care what is happening???????it seems to me that the only one who does is Aaron... why?
oh and Steve are we goin paintballing on easter? if so let me know and get a hold of James and see if hes goin same with his bro...
thanx for the reading and if you keep fighting let it be heard WHY!!!
moonpies are good...
ok so how many peaple actualy care what is happening???????it seems to me that the only one who does is Aaron... why?
oh and Steve are we goin paintballing on easter? if so let me know and get a hold of James and see if hes goin same with his bro...
thanx for the reading and if you keep fighting let it be heard WHY!!!
I absolutely LOVE IT.
I've laughed so hard in the past couple of minutes ( after work ) - and when you work 12 hours - laughing is good. real real good.
as for the post that got eaten by blogger - it seems I shall have to paraphrase it. and here we go :
this is what the board was for.
bitching. about work. about eachother. about stupid people.
and it seems to be going well.
and everyone is getting in on the action.
even people who dont know eachother ( a N e / dirt-worm ) attack eachother like it was breathing air. Hell, drew even cursed people out. I love it. This is the proverbial cess-pool of all our thoughts. The place where all the shit goes. Bullshit Utopia in a sense.
But dont get mistaken.
a-n-e and dirt-worm, in the event they figure out who eachother are, should never take anything from the board to heart. In real life - we are all associates, and good associates at that. We enjoy each-other's company and respect each-other. But must we agree or like eachother? Of course not. In real life, we will be cordial. The board is where we can complain. and bitch. and instead of going behind each-other's backs and saying how much you believe that guy stinks, just come out and say " MY GOD, THAT JAMES CHARACTER IS A FUCKING MORON " - because c'mon. who isnt? anyone claiming to be anything above a fuckin' moron is calling the kettle black. we're all morons. we're human. hot-damn. but wait. it's even better :
A long time ago me and Jimmoi wanted to start " TZA CHAPTERS " and have " TZA WARS " - basically to prevent individual gatherings from getting " too big " - we'd have people split off into other groups. Aaron's idea of going to Denny's is great. I love it. They can be the Denny's crew. And there will be the Shari's crew. And if we find some other place, another crew. Mind you - they need not tote TZA - but it would be fun to send a messenger from the Shari's crew to the Denny's crew one night with " vital information " consisting of " We of the Shari's crew have come to the conclusion that in a hand-to-hand combat situation, spiderman would whoop-the-shit out of batman " - hahaha. oh man oh man.
I was surprised even Jesse got in on the action - that was great - rip roarious, I swear. and DS stopped by, and a-n-e ( kissie ) made more appearances, steven was compelled to defend himself, drew is being active, borton said something - bradbury is up to his good ol' self, even andy had a say. Man oh man oh man.
God I love the board.
Kissie asked me : " So you just anger the people on the board so they'll post? "
...
hee hee hee.
and in closing - I have but one thing.
The Aaron-crew will never have anything as awesome as road-ski-ing.
hands down.
;)
I've laughed so hard in the past couple of minutes ( after work ) - and when you work 12 hours - laughing is good. real real good.
as for the post that got eaten by blogger - it seems I shall have to paraphrase it. and here we go :
this is what the board was for.
bitching. about work. about eachother. about stupid people.
and it seems to be going well.
and everyone is getting in on the action.
even people who dont know eachother ( a N e / dirt-worm ) attack eachother like it was breathing air. Hell, drew even cursed people out. I love it. This is the proverbial cess-pool of all our thoughts. The place where all the shit goes. Bullshit Utopia in a sense.
But dont get mistaken.
a-n-e and dirt-worm, in the event they figure out who eachother are, should never take anything from the board to heart. In real life - we are all associates, and good associates at that. We enjoy each-other's company and respect each-other. But must we agree or like eachother? Of course not. In real life, we will be cordial. The board is where we can complain. and bitch. and instead of going behind each-other's backs and saying how much you believe that guy stinks, just come out and say " MY GOD, THAT JAMES CHARACTER IS A FUCKING MORON " - because c'mon. who isnt? anyone claiming to be anything above a fuckin' moron is calling the kettle black. we're all morons. we're human. hot-damn. but wait. it's even better :
A long time ago me and Jimmoi wanted to start " TZA CHAPTERS " and have " TZA WARS " - basically to prevent individual gatherings from getting " too big " - we'd have people split off into other groups. Aaron's idea of going to Denny's is great. I love it. They can be the Denny's crew. And there will be the Shari's crew. And if we find some other place, another crew. Mind you - they need not tote TZA - but it would be fun to send a messenger from the Shari's crew to the Denny's crew one night with " vital information " consisting of " We of the Shari's crew have come to the conclusion that in a hand-to-hand combat situation, spiderman would whoop-the-shit out of batman " - hahaha. oh man oh man.
I was surprised even Jesse got in on the action - that was great - rip roarious, I swear. and DS stopped by, and a-n-e ( kissie ) made more appearances, steven was compelled to defend himself, drew is being active, borton said something - bradbury is up to his good ol' self, even andy had a say. Man oh man oh man.
God I love the board.
Kissie asked me : " So you just anger the people on the board so they'll post? "
...
hee hee hee.
and in closing - I have but one thing.
The Aaron-crew will never have anything as awesome as road-ski-ing.
hands down.
;)
March 19, 2002
wow hey i haven't been called a fucking idiot yet well thats probably cuz im just a peasant as well as James 2nd ohh well it will happen sooner or later. on all the things that have been said well the leader being James thing i have no clue the way i met James was at school he had a COME.TO/SLUGS sign and then i got on the board met James 2nd and became his friend... i think i know what will help everything a good game of hopper some know the rules and some don't sounds good to me...
i went to Canada and beat the hell out of 6 guys and knocked one out and broke my nose FUN i say FUN!!!!!!!
thats what we all need to do if some don't like paint ball lets put on the gear and beat the crap out of eachother!!
James 2nd were the hell are you!!!????
Drew i never thought you could say such harsh words i thought you were the nice guy AHH i thought wrong ohh well
Aaron wow doode you need a different group or something I just stopped reading your posts they got boring ddr is OK but not for FAT GERMAN GUYS like me so that would never happen and why would you want to spend all your time/$$ at the mall?
Steve I thought you were anti-social the first time I met you you said hey and shot me wile flying accrost the ground and then you didn't say anything else until I seen you again and you said hi thats aboot it...
Kissie? OK a girl on the board wow!!!
James has a lot of NiN CDs I didn't know that!!
And were can I take the test to see what type of gun I am?
We will all go crazy and DIE
yes DIE
and it will be fun cuz I like t fight!
i went to Canada and beat the hell out of 6 guys and knocked one out and broke my nose FUN i say FUN!!!!!!!
thats what we all need to do if some don't like paint ball lets put on the gear and beat the crap out of eachother!!
James 2nd were the hell are you!!!????
Drew i never thought you could say such harsh words i thought you were the nice guy AHH i thought wrong ohh well
Aaron wow doode you need a different group or something I just stopped reading your posts they got boring ddr is OK but not for FAT GERMAN GUYS like me so that would never happen and why would you want to spend all your time/$$ at the mall?
Steve I thought you were anti-social the first time I met you you said hey and shot me wile flying accrost the ground and then you didn't say anything else until I seen you again and you said hi thats aboot it...
Kissie? OK a girl on the board wow!!!
James has a lot of NiN CDs I didn't know that!!
And were can I take the test to see what type of gun I am?
We will all go crazy and DIE
yes DIE
and it will be fun cuz I like t fight!
Wow. I’m sensing a little.......tension? No, that can’t be right, not here.
SO...Fuck Aaron. Fuck “Kissie.” Fuck James. Fuck Steve. Fuck Drew. Fuck Little Collins [get a job bitch]. Fuck Shari’s. Fuck Denny’s. FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Argh.
Calm down a little.
Of course, now I must add my two cents: I agree with James, big groups suck. He’s not the leader. He’s not a figure. He’s James, for Christ’s sake. Nothing more, nothing less. I ask him where he’s going to be, because I like to talk to him......I don’t give a fuck where “the group” is going to be. I’d rather avoid it. That’s not to say I don’t like the rest of you (those of you I know, generally the ones I just referred to with an expletive). It’s just that “the group” isn’t important. If we’re going to Shari’s, cool. The other Shari’s, fine. Denny’s, well, okay. Sure. If James isn’t there, and it’s just Drew, alright-I get to talk about cars. Just so long as that Hyundia fuck doesn’t show up (what the hell is his deal?). WHATEVER!!!!!!
If you took that personally I don’t want to have anything to do with you.
Später.
PS: YOU FUCKERS NEED TO DISCOVER SPELL CHECK.
SO...Fuck Aaron. Fuck “Kissie.” Fuck James. Fuck Steve. Fuck Drew. Fuck Little Collins [get a job bitch]. Fuck Shari’s. Fuck Denny’s. FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Argh.
Calm down a little.
Of course, now I must add my two cents: I agree with James, big groups suck. He’s not the leader. He’s not a figure. He’s James, for Christ’s sake. Nothing more, nothing less. I ask him where he’s going to be, because I like to talk to him......I don’t give a fuck where “the group” is going to be. I’d rather avoid it. That’s not to say I don’t like the rest of you (those of you I know, generally the ones I just referred to with an expletive). It’s just that “the group” isn’t important. If we’re going to Shari’s, cool. The other Shari’s, fine. Denny’s, well, okay. Sure. If James isn’t there, and it’s just Drew, alright-I get to talk about cars. Just so long as that Hyundia fuck doesn’t show up (what the hell is his deal?). WHATEVER!!!!!!
If you took that personally I don’t want to have anything to do with you.
Später.
PS: YOU FUCKERS NEED TO DISCOVER SPELL CHECK.
I wrote this post 6 hours ago, and finally blogger is working.. even though I'm not neccessarily this ticked off by The Dirt Worm, I'm still posting this in its entirety:
Apparently, I have to clarify some things for "the dirt worm". Honestly, if you're gonna bitch about me, don't put words into my mouth.
1. I never called ANYONE "my" boy. I dont see how saying "the boys" translates into them being mine.
2. I put "Boys" because by the looks of this board, putting "boys and girls" would be inaccurate.
Those two listed above seem to be your biggest problems with me, but I never called you my goddamn boy, nor anyone else, so what the hell is your point?? Continuing...
3. I don't recall specifically bitching about any of you, maybe my attack on DDR and excessive posting of gun pictures is Offensive to Mr.Dirt Worm. Oh well, it's his problem.
4. It was Dirt Worm's suggestion that I come back to this site "never" instead of "occasionally". .... hmm all I gotta say about this and everything else is, lighten up.
5. I'm not gonna reintroduce myself.
Apparently, I have to clarify some things for "the dirt worm". Honestly, if you're gonna bitch about me, don't put words into my mouth.
1. I never called ANYONE "my" boy. I dont see how saying "the boys" translates into them being mine.
2. I put "Boys" because by the looks of this board, putting "boys and girls" would be inaccurate.
Those two listed above seem to be your biggest problems with me, but I never called you my goddamn boy, nor anyone else, so what the hell is your point?? Continuing...
3. I don't recall specifically bitching about any of you, maybe my attack on DDR and excessive posting of gun pictures is Offensive to Mr.Dirt Worm. Oh well, it's his problem.
4. It was Dirt Worm's suggestion that I come back to this site "never" instead of "occasionally". .... hmm all I gotta say about this and everything else is, lighten up.
5. I'm not gonna reintroduce myself.
Not a lot of love on the board today.
Guess what! Guess what! I was chosen as one of the Who's Who among American Teachers! (Mr. Larry Gliege was given this honor as well.) I am now validated as a human being. I just hope the rest of my life is not one huge denoument. As if this recognition was not shallow enough, the person who nominated me was the girl who wrote the book report on Mussolini - the great, benevolent, humanitarian leader of Italy.
Whose house? Run's house! I said whose house? Run's house!
Guess what! Guess what! I was chosen as one of the Who's Who among American Teachers! (Mr. Larry Gliege was given this honor as well.) I am now validated as a human being. I just hope the rest of my life is not one huge denoument. As if this recognition was not shallow enough, the person who nominated me was the girl who wrote the book report on Mussolini - the great, benevolent, humanitarian leader of Italy.
Whose house? Run's house! I said whose house? Run's house!
well well well.. Occasionally I will report back to the slug page to see what's happenin' with the Boys. Apparently, a variety of things have transpired:
1. Boys like to post every single result from the gun quiz. ....
2. Something about James and Aaron and Shari's and Denny's and NiN and leaders and who is better than who and DDR and large group gatherings...
I don't know what's going on exactly.
Except.. DDR and NiN aren't of my liking BECAUSE (and I'll list a because here, as to not piss off James): I'm not to hot on video games and have you watched people play DDR? you feel pretty damn embarrassed for everyone involved. and NiN, I'm not saying they suck, I just don't like that type of music.
Oftentimes when someone declares something "sucks" without giving a reason, it pisses me off too.
Last thing, switching from Shari's to Denny's? don't be so difficult.
1. Boys like to post every single result from the gun quiz. ....
2. Something about James and Aaron and Shari's and Denny's and NiN and leaders and who is better than who and DDR and large group gatherings...
I don't know what's going on exactly.
Except.. DDR and NiN aren't of my liking BECAUSE (and I'll list a because here, as to not piss off James): I'm not to hot on video games and have you watched people play DDR? you feel pretty damn embarrassed for everyone involved. and NiN, I'm not saying they suck, I just don't like that type of music.
Oftentimes when someone declares something "sucks" without giving a reason, it pisses me off too.
Last thing, switching from Shari's to Denny's? don't be so difficult.
March 18, 2002
Here's an idea, fuck denny's - make some serious passionate love to Shari's and laugh at all the bullshit talk about "the leader of the group" because we've never fucking had one nor are we going to. The person who organizes the most 'events' doesnt make a leader - you want 'events' plans some your damn self. Be assertive fer crap sake.
Denny's - Ha! What's this ? Lifeboat part II ?
wanders off mumblings about shoving birthday candles in various places which would make people say " I'm so embarrassed!"
Denny's - Ha! What's this ? Lifeboat part II ?
wanders off mumblings about shoving birthday candles in various places which would make people say " I'm so embarrassed!"
March 17, 2002
Oh yes...
I am the future of modern warfare? WTF?!?!?!
Okay number 2:
That's a little better.
Yawn.
Später.
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Which Firearm are you? |
I am the future of modern warfare? WTF?!?!?!
Okay number 2:
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Which Firearm are you? |
That's a little better.
Yawn.
Später.
Though I usually find these things to be pure shit and dumb as hell, I couldnt resist to answer this little 'survey' thingie honestly to see what it might say about my personality.
Then I said to myself, holy shit... I rule ;)
Rule due to the fact that I'd be a sniper rifle, and because I won all the damn money last night in poker! mua hah
( No we never played a golf game so there can be no reference to my sucking there )
mumbles about fucking water traps
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Which Firearm are you? |
Then I said to myself, holy shit... I rule ;)
Rule due to the fact that I'd be a sniper rifle, and because I won all the damn money last night in poker! mua hah
( No we never played a golf game so there can be no reference to my sucking there )
mumbles about fucking water traps
March 16, 2002
oh.
because today is a new day.
and there is no link.
Apes, band together tonight!
( and if you didnt notice, the word " Apes " can be clicked on, it being a link. WOW! )
because today is a new day.
and there is no link.
Apes, band together tonight!
( and if you didnt notice, the word " Apes " can be clicked on, it being a link. WOW! )
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA......
well done, Mr. Collins.
"your average bethel high-schooler"....dude, I've left things swirling the bowl that had more fucking independent thought than your average student at BHS. I won’t even start with teachers (present company excluded, of course. I should also mention that, with a few notable exceptions, BHS has one of the best staffs around.)
WTF is this snow? At least it’s not sticking in any great quantity.
Später.
well done, Mr. Collins.
"your average bethel high-schooler"....dude, I've left things swirling the bowl that had more fucking independent thought than your average student at BHS. I won’t even start with teachers (present company excluded, of course. I should also mention that, with a few notable exceptions, BHS has one of the best staffs around.)
WTF is this snow? At least it’s not sticking in any great quantity.
Später.
Im attempting to change my schedule.
which explains why I am up this late.
and I will make this my " attack against Aaron " post -
as will continue as follows :
!!!!!!!!HI BOYS AND GIRLS!!!!!!!
ok.
so what was in my head would take too much effort.
effort I, being oh-so-much-better than the rest of you, will not put into this post. so ... eh. I'll just do it number wise because it is easier that way.
1. OWNING MORE NIN CDS DOES NOT MAKE YOU BETTER - but I can tell you all the different ways that my owning mine make me better than you - take for instance :
1a. I bought all mine through my own earned cash, wherein you either had someone else buy them, got money from your parents, or mowed a yard which does not constitute " a job ".
1b. I dont like NIN. I absolutely hate Trent Reznor. The only reason I want all the cds is so that I can make fun of people when they say they like NIN - and I can flash'em about and say " LOOKIE WHAT I GOT YOU SUX()R"
moving on, however -
You're short, sweet, yet horribly non-informing attack against my like of gattaca. Just in case you didnt catch it, you know it going by so fast that I almost didnt even see it - I will repeat it here :
" GATTACA? WTF? That movie was rat excrement!"
and why? Bad acting? Bad directing? Bad color scheem? No. None of these are mentioned - Not even a Bad sountrack or horrible plot. The main reason it was rat excrement was because Aaron has therefore said so. You make no backing to your claim - when my " liking it " were specifically stated to be personal reasons for liking it. It is always easy to shoot down the things others say they like when you dont have to actually think about saying they suck. But you see, another reason why I am better than you, is because I do think of why things suck, and when I run into things I dislike I know why I dislike them. I dont just dislike them because I figure thats what everyone else will say. And when I run into people who promote those things that suck, I am sure to tell them why and not just " BOY OH BOY, THAT SUCKS "
BUT WE'RE MOVING ALONG!
the instance which occured last friday was so blown out of porportion that it is silly that I'm even wasting my time explaining things to you. I got dicked at work. Period. The only working individual there who could possibly understand a god-damned thing I was trying to say would be Bradbury - and when you went off and started calling me an asshole, I looked to Bradbury and he casually said " I understand man. " - I was glad. Because it wasnt that I was an ass, It was that I know what the working part of life is. And I understand what it means to have plans for the weekend only to have work say " oh by the way . . . " and then your plans are all shits-ville, and when you go to your usual after-work place a bunch of loud fucktwits are all running around talking nonsense. -sigh-
but wait, kiddies, there is more.
You change your stance. You are the embodiment of everyone around you. I'm sure you'll start listening to abstract IDM music now that you've got Jesse to tag-a-long with. One day you'll say one thing is sux, the next - you'll be all over it proclaiming it the best thing sinced toast and butter. It is hard to decide what you're for and against being that your ideals change with the wind, time of day, or your last meal. I am better than you because I state one thing, I stand by that one thing, and three years down the road - DDR STILL SUCKS ASS.
and in closing -
I've never claimed that I was " better " than anyone, maybe exception to your average bethel high-schooler, and even there I tried to dumb down what little intelligence I may have so that I could get by without people saying " OH MY JESUS LOOK AT THAT ARROGANT SON OF A BITCH " - anyone showing any sign of intelligence will always be called arrogant. They will always have words like " IM BETTER THAN YOU " placed into their mouths, when they dont say or even consider such things - only because others are jealous or envious of them. It comes with the job. Which is why I didnt want it. But it seems no matter what I cant get away from it.
For the record, I never said I was better than you or anyone.
But you know what?
I just did.
which explains why I am up this late.
and I will make this my " attack against Aaron " post -
as will continue as follows :
ok.
so what was in my head would take too much effort.
effort I, being oh-so-much-better than the rest of you, will not put into this post. so ... eh. I'll just do it number wise because it is easier that way.
1. OWNING MORE NIN CDS DOES NOT MAKE YOU BETTER - but I can tell you all the different ways that my owning mine make me better than you - take for instance :
1a. I bought all mine through my own earned cash, wherein you either had someone else buy them, got money from your parents, or mowed a yard which does not constitute " a job ".
1b. I dont like NIN. I absolutely hate Trent Reznor. The only reason I want all the cds is so that I can make fun of people when they say they like NIN - and I can flash'em about and say " LOOKIE WHAT I GOT YOU SUX()R"
moving on, however -
You're short, sweet, yet horribly non-informing attack against my like of gattaca. Just in case you didnt catch it, you know it going by so fast that I almost didnt even see it - I will repeat it here :
and why? Bad acting? Bad directing? Bad color scheem? No. None of these are mentioned - Not even a Bad sountrack or horrible plot. The main reason it was rat excrement was because Aaron has therefore said so. You make no backing to your claim - when my " liking it " were specifically stated to be personal reasons for liking it. It is always easy to shoot down the things others say they like when you dont have to actually think about saying they suck. But you see, another reason why I am better than you, is because I do think of why things suck, and when I run into things I dislike I know why I dislike them. I dont just dislike them because I figure thats what everyone else will say. And when I run into people who promote those things that suck, I am sure to tell them why and not just " BOY OH BOY, THAT SUCKS "
BUT WE'RE MOVING ALONG!
the instance which occured last friday was so blown out of porportion that it is silly that I'm even wasting my time explaining things to you. I got dicked at work. Period. The only working individual there who could possibly understand a god-damned thing I was trying to say would be Bradbury - and when you went off and started calling me an asshole, I looked to Bradbury and he casually said " I understand man. " - I was glad. Because it wasnt that I was an ass, It was that I know what the working part of life is. And I understand what it means to have plans for the weekend only to have work say " oh by the way . . . " and then your plans are all shits-ville, and when you go to your usual after-work place a bunch of loud fucktwits are all running around talking nonsense. -sigh-
but wait, kiddies, there is more.
You change your stance. You are the embodiment of everyone around you. I'm sure you'll start listening to abstract IDM music now that you've got Jesse to tag-a-long with. One day you'll say one thing is sux, the next - you'll be all over it proclaiming it the best thing sinced toast and butter. It is hard to decide what you're for and against being that your ideals change with the wind, time of day, or your last meal. I am better than you because I state one thing, I stand by that one thing, and three years down the road - DDR STILL SUCKS ASS.
and in closing -
I've never claimed that I was " better " than anyone, maybe exception to your average bethel high-schooler, and even there I tried to dumb down what little intelligence I may have so that I could get by without people saying " OH MY JESUS LOOK AT THAT ARROGANT SON OF A BITCH " - anyone showing any sign of intelligence will always be called arrogant. They will always have words like " IM BETTER THAN YOU " placed into their mouths, when they dont say or even consider such things - only because others are jealous or envious of them. It comes with the job. Which is why I didnt want it. But it seems no matter what I cant get away from it.
For the record, I never said I was better than you or anyone.
But you know what?
I just did.
March 15, 2002
Mr. Collins: (First let me write thank you for the kind words regarding the current economic situation in my home. I do appreciate it. Hopefully things will work out.)
Second, get your ass to Evergreen. Today at BHS we had career day! OH! TESC was there. As I surveyed the catalogue and yearned to 18 again so that I could go to Evergreen and stay there all four years instead of leaving after 5 quarters (what a fool I was to leave!) I saw a class and thought of you.
Paradise Outlaws: Kerouac, Bukowski and the Beats
Spring/Group Contract
Faculty: Bill Arney, Craig Carlson
Enrollment: 48
Prerequisites: This all-level program will offer appropriate support for sophomores or above ready to do advanced work.
Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Charles Bukowski, Diane DiPrima, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and other Beat writers shared a unifying vision of a better future, of the possibilities for change in America. They are part of a libertarian tradition that envisages an ideal, however romantic and unattainable, of the individual embracing personal freedom while resisting institutional values. They were outlaws aiming for Paradise. The Beats shared a populist perspective, a view that art is unelitist, antihierarchical, egalitarian. They professed to learn more on the street than in the academy. They tried to be accessible and honest. They were more concerned with the rawness of experience than with trying to get into the museum of literary culture. Students will study Beat politics, fiction and poetry. We will examine American culture in the 1960s through the work of Robert Frank, Hunter S. Thompson and others. We will read William Blake, Howard Zinn and Paul Goodman, listen to a selection of 1960s jazz and rock 'n' roll, and read/hear a selection of Beat writing. We will follow Allen Ginsberg's advice: The method must be purest meat and no symbolic dressing, actual visions and actual prisons as seen then and now.
Credit awarded in literature*, American studies*, writing* and art*.
Total: 16 credits.
Program is preparatory for careers and future studies in literature, humanities, law school, nuclear physics, sociology, history, American studies and poetry.
This program is also listed in First-Year Programs.
Second, get your ass to Evergreen. Today at BHS we had career day! OH! TESC was there. As I surveyed the catalogue and yearned to 18 again so that I could go to Evergreen and stay there all four years instead of leaving after 5 quarters (what a fool I was to leave!) I saw a class and thought of you.
Paradise Outlaws: Kerouac, Bukowski and the Beats
Spring/Group Contract
Faculty: Bill Arney, Craig Carlson
Enrollment: 48
Prerequisites: This all-level program will offer appropriate support for sophomores or above ready to do advanced work.
Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Charles Bukowski, Diane DiPrima, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and other Beat writers shared a unifying vision of a better future, of the possibilities for change in America. They are part of a libertarian tradition that envisages an ideal, however romantic and unattainable, of the individual embracing personal freedom while resisting institutional values. They were outlaws aiming for Paradise. The Beats shared a populist perspective, a view that art is unelitist, antihierarchical, egalitarian. They professed to learn more on the street than in the academy. They tried to be accessible and honest. They were more concerned with the rawness of experience than with trying to get into the museum of literary culture. Students will study Beat politics, fiction and poetry. We will examine American culture in the 1960s through the work of Robert Frank, Hunter S. Thompson and others. We will read William Blake, Howard Zinn and Paul Goodman, listen to a selection of 1960s jazz and rock 'n' roll, and read/hear a selection of Beat writing. We will follow Allen Ginsberg's advice: The method must be purest meat and no symbolic dressing, actual visions and actual prisons as seen then and now.
Credit awarded in literature*, American studies*, writing* and art*.
Total: 16 credits.
Program is preparatory for careers and future studies in literature, humanities, law school, nuclear physics, sociology, history, American studies and poetry.
This program is also listed in First-Year Programs.
Uno -
does anyone else find it funny that Steven could think of me getting pulled over / ticket - wherein its always US thinking thats what happened to him? But of course, that's silly. Because he'd just out run them. pfaw.
NEWS OF THE UNDERWHAT
1. I bought a cd of a band NOBODY KNOWS OF - and they WONT GET POPULAR like JEW did. Nope. This one is a guarenteed winner.
2. sorry to hear about that DS - in the event you ever need some sort of " OH SHIT WE'RE GOING TO LOOSE THE HOUSE " payment - drop me a note and i'll see if I can help out, FOC. and as for Heather - please refrain from even mentioning her, being as she is dead and anything correlating to her - be it gossip or not - is not and will not be processed as, I repeat, she is dead. Oh - is your husband looking for a job? Because ... ( leading into statement number three )
3. I had contacted Mike and told him I'd go around grab a bunch of people to take them to the box factory and have 'em all sign up. Unfortunately I had just learned as of wednesday ( havent gotten around to talking to mike yet ) - that they are no longer highering " through the door " - which is to state that they kept getting DUMBFUCKS ( just think of jimmoi, but not with a fascination with bums ) - so they decided to go through a temp agency. What this means is that you'd have to go to someone else to work there.
But do not fret - Im currently getting information ( friday ) which I will be able to give anyone interested in a box-factory job the number and how to contact the temp agency - and then you can specifically tell them " I WANT TO WORK AT COMMENCEMENT BAY CORRUGATED!!!!!! " -
However, you must be willing to fuckin' work hard.
Because in the past three days I've been dubbed " The best C - guy in the plant " - and that's because I've damn well earned it. I work the hardest, and I do things quick. If you're going to come in on my name then you better not taint my reputation, damnit.
continuing on to ...
4. - about the box factory. Next week I'll be starting a new shift, a twelve hour shift. - fun fun fun. I will be working monday through thursday. Seven in the night to seven in the morning. Hot damn. And now I shall be off to cook my bacon burger.
AND YOU THOUGHT I FORGOT LINK OF THE DAY, YOU DIRTY BASTARDS?!
BECAUSE IT IS PONG
does anyone else find it funny that Steven could think of me getting pulled over / ticket - wherein its always US thinking thats what happened to him? But of course, that's silly. Because he'd just out run them. pfaw.
NEWS OF THE UNDERWHAT
1. I bought a cd of a band NOBODY KNOWS OF - and they WONT GET POPULAR like JEW did. Nope. This one is a guarenteed winner.
2. sorry to hear about that DS - in the event you ever need some sort of " OH SHIT WE'RE GOING TO LOOSE THE HOUSE " payment - drop me a note and i'll see if I can help out, FOC. and as for Heather - please refrain from even mentioning her, being as she is dead and anything correlating to her - be it gossip or not - is not and will not be processed as, I repeat, she is dead. Oh - is your husband looking for a job? Because ... ( leading into statement number three )
3. I had contacted Mike and told him I'd go around grab a bunch of people to take them to the box factory and have 'em all sign up. Unfortunately I had just learned as of wednesday ( havent gotten around to talking to mike yet ) - that they are no longer highering " through the door " - which is to state that they kept getting DUMBFUCKS ( just think of jimmoi, but not with a fascination with bums ) - so they decided to go through a temp agency. What this means is that you'd have to go to someone else to work there.
But do not fret - Im currently getting information ( friday ) which I will be able to give anyone interested in a box-factory job the number and how to contact the temp agency - and then you can specifically tell them " I WANT TO WORK AT COMMENCEMENT BAY CORRUGATED!!!!!! " -
However, you must be willing to fuckin' work hard.
Because in the past three days I've been dubbed " The best C - guy in the plant " - and that's because I've damn well earned it. I work the hardest, and I do things quick. If you're going to come in on my name then you better not taint my reputation, damnit.
continuing on to ...
4. - about the box factory. Next week I'll be starting a new shift, a twelve hour shift. - fun fun fun. I will be working monday through thursday. Seven in the night to seven in the morning. Hot damn. And now I shall be off to cook my bacon burger.
AND YOU THOUGHT I FORGOT LINK OF THE DAY, YOU DIRTY BASTARDS?!
March 14, 2002
My husband got "laid off" today. They should call it a fuck off because that is what it is. The company will not rehire. They laid off a bunch of people today. Now I, a lowly teacher, am the primary breadwinner of the family. Time to start buying lotto.
On a lighter note, Drew and Aaron each took a bite of a bar of rose scented soap in class today. One of the funniest things I have seen in a long time. I hope you are well, boys.
Mrs. Northington thinks Heather Taylor is pregnant. (had to spread the gossip)
On a lighter note, Drew and Aaron each took a bite of a bar of rose scented soap in class today. One of the funniest things I have seen in a long time. I hope you are well, boys.
Mrs. Northington thinks Heather Taylor is pregnant. (had to spread the gossip)
March 13, 2002
Hey James.
What?
What song have you had in your head for the past week?
" I dont like mondays "
Oh, here - ( file transfer )
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?
It's I dont like mondays, by tori amos.
IT ISNT BY TORI AMOS, Its by BOOMTOWN RATS.
( listens to song ) ( becomes enfuriated )
begin post -
I FUCKING HATE people who do remakes of good songs and make it suck ass. and then nobody ever listens to the ACTUAL ORIGINAL SONG and think OH WOW THE NEW ONE IS OH-SO-AWESOME, They are SUCH A TALENTED ARTIST.
gugh.
thats right, bitch
What?
What song have you had in your head for the past week?
" I dont like mondays "
Oh, here - ( file transfer )
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?
It's I dont like mondays, by tori amos.
IT ISNT BY TORI AMOS, Its by BOOMTOWN RATS.
( listens to song ) ( becomes enfuriated )
begin post -
I FUCKING HATE people who do remakes of good songs and make it suck ass. and then nobody ever listens to the ACTUAL ORIGINAL SONG and think OH WOW THE NEW ONE IS OH-SO-AWESOME, They are SUCH A TALENTED ARTIST.
gugh.
thats right, bitch
and here.
I almost forgot.
your very special
LINK OF THE DAY :
It's called mario twins,
they look the same -
those guys, they look so god-damned like the same person, I would say to them :
" you want ice-cream cone? "
and both of them would say yes, how in the hell?
suck it down buddy.
twice.
I almost forgot.
your very special
It's called mario twins,
they look the same -
those guys, they look so god-damned like the same person, I would say to them :
" you want ice-cream cone? "
and both of them would say yes, how in the hell?
suck it down buddy.
twice.
Opinion on a movie- gattaca
I was originally told the story was based off of Brave New World. Having read the book and having seen the movie - I see a slight, but almost non-existant, correlation. The movie itself can be summed up with its catchphrase :
"there is no gene for the human spirit"
I enjoy the movie from two aspects.
The first - is that the " perfect " man in which he steals the identity of. There is a part where he states : " I wasnt drunk when I stepped in front of that car, I was the most sober I've ever been in my entire life " - or something to the same extent. It is also stated " He may have been perfect and had been born for Gattaca, but he wasnt born with the will or want to do so. "
I love it.
The concept that true perfection makes one apathetic.
The concept that being able to do almost anything would make one ...
lackluster. lose interest. why bother. hum drum. boring.
It was the life they told me I would be living, being gifted.
It was the life I've specifically attempted, and successfully, avoided.
the second part.
Is the main character. Almost as in " Cats dont dance " with the cat who dances, He is told from every turn of the story " YOU CANNOT DO THIS " " THIS CANNOT BE DONE " - and he proceeds to do so. Proceeds to shove it down their god-damned throats that it can be done and he will accomplish that what he sets out to do.
Damn. I love it.
Im going to have to buy the film I love it so much.
Oh. and another good part :
" You want to know how I did it?
I never saved anything for the swim back. "
Hell yeah.
I understand one hundred percent.
definately a movie I have to buy.
I was originally told the story was based off of Brave New World. Having read the book and having seen the movie - I see a slight, but almost non-existant, correlation. The movie itself can be summed up with its catchphrase :
I enjoy the movie from two aspects.
The first - is that the " perfect " man in which he steals the identity of. There is a part where he states : " I wasnt drunk when I stepped in front of that car, I was the most sober I've ever been in my entire life " - or something to the same extent. It is also stated " He may have been perfect and had been born for Gattaca, but he wasnt born with the will or want to do so. "
I love it.
The concept that true perfection makes one apathetic.
The concept that being able to do almost anything would make one ...
lackluster. lose interest. why bother. hum drum. boring.
It was the life they told me I would be living, being gifted.
It was the life I've specifically attempted, and successfully, avoided.
the second part.
Is the main character. Almost as in " Cats dont dance " with the cat who dances, He is told from every turn of the story " YOU CANNOT DO THIS " " THIS CANNOT BE DONE " - and he proceeds to do so. Proceeds to shove it down their god-damned throats that it can be done and he will accomplish that what he sets out to do.
Damn. I love it.
Im going to have to buy the film I love it so much.
Oh. and another good part :
" You want to know how I did it?
I never saved anything for the swim back. "
Hell yeah.
I understand one hundred percent.
definately a movie I have to buy.
March 12, 2002
Real good horror-Steven King.
In King, the devil drives a black Daimler. (Before there was Mercedes-Benz, there was Daimler-Benz. Before that, Daimler. At that point Benz only made trucks. Now, we have DaimlerChrysler. Boy, did the Germans bring themselves down with that one.)
Anyway....Koontz does good horror too. It's not quite horror though, more suspense really. But he does write good shit.
I've never seen The Amityville Horror, but with such a glowing review from our esteemed colleague, it’s up pretty high on my list now.
For the record-the Shari’s on Meridian sucks. The one on Canyon is far and above better. The dinner I had there didn’t make the fleeting appearance in my lower GI tract that I was accustomed from Meridian. That is only one of many improvements above our usual. And I think the Albertson’s right there might sell Jone’s...
Später.
...ok Jeepers Creepers wasn't the best movie but just think for a sec. about the story line how every 27 years this thing(the devil) gets to feed for 27 days ummm ok its crap they could have put more thought into it and why wuold the devil drive a old truck? and if you tryed to fallow the story they say he feeds? so he should just go out and eat peaple right but no he has to get there scent wtf? and why does he have to get there scent and how by scaring the hell out of peaple well that explains the truck but if you could be run over 8 times and get back up and track down who did it just by thier scent would you need a truck? no.... one more thing the crasy lady who seen the whol thoing happen before it happened would you belive her? i wouldn't i would think she was working for that crasy muther fucker who smells my underpants wtf? then she sees the guys sister screeming in the dark wile the song is playing and she was wrong... i hated that... the end of the movie blew goat balls the guy was screeming but he wasnt in the dark? and what the hell happened to his sister did she not care and go home and say hey mom oh yea by the way the reason my brother is dead is because the devil grabed him flu away and i did nothing but greeve so how are you today? bahhhh dumb movies suck and this was a dumb movie... i thought it was ok at first but now that i think of it it licked ass Jeff and Raven are right
what do you guys think of system of a down?
and i didnt ramble this time weeeee!!!
what do you guys think of system of a down?
and i didnt ramble this time weeeee!!!
Review -- The Amityville Horror.
Directed by: Stuart Rosenberg
Starring: James Brolin, Margot Kidder, Rod Steiger
1979.
This movie is perhaps the scariest movie i have ever laid witness to. It did not take millions of dollars in special effects. It did not take a green screen. It did not take aliens from mars threatening to lobotomize us all and give us the intellect equivalent to Mariah Carey when she decided to make a movie.
It was also NOT, and i repeat NOT, "Jeepers Creepers" (that lowly bag of shit mixed in a cement mixer and poured out as concrete suitable only for the town of Roy).
This movie was frightening. Geniunely frightening. You can't say that about many of the movies that have come out lately. "The Haunting"? Yeah...no. "Jeepers Creepers"...hmmm, a movie about a flying bat? I don't know... My shit was scarier after i ate vegetables for an entire week. In fact, the only thing scary about that movie, aside from imagining the producer's state of mind when he came up with it, was the intro part. That, i will admit, had the ability to really set up a movie with an eerie chill...and then it threw in that piece of shit bat-demon that made me want to piss on the tape and send it back to the director...geezus that was crap.
No, "Amityville" was horrorific...because of its simplicity. It gave you an honest chill. When the cat jumps at the window screen as James Brolin's character is sitting there (with his late '70's porno beard), it was really frightening. You could relate to that fear. Who the hell can relate to a fuckin' flying bat-demon with headgear??
Blood pouring from the walls...now that's frightening. Not a giant metal freak mobile. The glowing eyes that sat outside of the window of Margot Kidder's character's daughter, that was chilling. The way they just sat staring, and then walked off.
The only movie recently that I can think of that matched that kind of simplistic chill was in "The House on Haunted Hill" when that one stupid girl is looking through her camera and sees the ghosts operating. The moment they stop and look up and just stare at her motionless and emotionless...that was chilling. Almost everything else...no (especially not "The Darkness").
It was the little things that made "Amityville" so perfect for fright. Take for instance, the chair rocking. I'm sorry, as lame as that was, if i was in a room where there was a little girl talking to a chair that was rocking all by itself, i would piss in my pants in a heartbeat.
Then there was the room with blood on the walls. The priest blessing the house, and then being told by the house to get out. The nightmares the wife had about the other previous tennets getting shot in the head. The cross being turned upside down.
In the end, what made "Amityville" so frightening, which "Jeepers Creepers" had in the very beginning, was the realistic fear. "Amityville" was chock full of it. "Jeepers Creepers" had it in the driving scene. No music, driving down a quiet nondescript town on an eeriely straight road. Pastures for miles, at dusk. Too bad that movie went soooo far offtrack that you wanted to shoot yourself toward the end of it to rid yourself of those memories.
I know that "Amityville" is an old movie, and you have all probably seen it, but still. I needed to write something about it after seeing it. It was so refreshing to watch something that was actually scary...other than "Fast and the Furious"...but that was scary because someone actually made that shit, and was sober when he/she/demon did.
Directed by: Stuart Rosenberg
Starring: James Brolin, Margot Kidder, Rod Steiger
1979.
This movie is perhaps the scariest movie i have ever laid witness to. It did not take millions of dollars in special effects. It did not take a green screen. It did not take aliens from mars threatening to lobotomize us all and give us the intellect equivalent to Mariah Carey when she decided to make a movie.
It was also NOT, and i repeat NOT, "Jeepers Creepers" (that lowly bag of shit mixed in a cement mixer and poured out as concrete suitable only for the town of Roy).
This movie was frightening. Geniunely frightening. You can't say that about many of the movies that have come out lately. "The Haunting"? Yeah...no. "Jeepers Creepers"...hmmm, a movie about a flying bat? I don't know... My shit was scarier after i ate vegetables for an entire week. In fact, the only thing scary about that movie, aside from imagining the producer's state of mind when he came up with it, was the intro part. That, i will admit, had the ability to really set up a movie with an eerie chill...and then it threw in that piece of shit bat-demon that made me want to piss on the tape and send it back to the director...geezus that was crap.
No, "Amityville" was horrorific...because of its simplicity. It gave you an honest chill. When the cat jumps at the window screen as James Brolin's character is sitting there (with his late '70's porno beard), it was really frightening. You could relate to that fear. Who the hell can relate to a fuckin' flying bat-demon with headgear??
Blood pouring from the walls...now that's frightening. Not a giant metal freak mobile. The glowing eyes that sat outside of the window of Margot Kidder's character's daughter, that was chilling. The way they just sat staring, and then walked off.
The only movie recently that I can think of that matched that kind of simplistic chill was in "The House on Haunted Hill" when that one stupid girl is looking through her camera and sees the ghosts operating. The moment they stop and look up and just stare at her motionless and emotionless...that was chilling. Almost everything else...no (especially not "The Darkness").
It was the little things that made "Amityville" so perfect for fright. Take for instance, the chair rocking. I'm sorry, as lame as that was, if i was in a room where there was a little girl talking to a chair that was rocking all by itself, i would piss in my pants in a heartbeat.
Then there was the room with blood on the walls. The priest blessing the house, and then being told by the house to get out. The nightmares the wife had about the other previous tennets getting shot in the head. The cross being turned upside down.
In the end, what made "Amityville" so frightening, which "Jeepers Creepers" had in the very beginning, was the realistic fear. "Amityville" was chock full of it. "Jeepers Creepers" had it in the driving scene. No music, driving down a quiet nondescript town on an eeriely straight road. Pastures for miles, at dusk. Too bad that movie went soooo far offtrack that you wanted to shoot yourself toward the end of it to rid yourself of those memories.
I know that "Amityville" is an old movie, and you have all probably seen it, but still. I needed to write something about it after seeing it. It was so refreshing to watch something that was actually scary...other than "Fast and the Furious"...but that was scary because someone actually made that shit, and was sober when he/she/demon did.
The trick to legally speeding.
get this.
So I'm going the speed limit.
and then all of a sudden this guy is on my ass.
obviously wanting to go MUCH FASTER than the speed limit.
Now for the past couple of days I've been thinking about a theory - and have been wanting someone to ride my ass so I can try it out. So last night was my first time in practice. lo-and-behold, police were on the road. and guess what. it worked.
the theory?
Speeding can only be " legally " accomplished by having someone speed behind you. With this in mind - in the event that a police-man decides to jump after you - or he's going in the opposite direction and turns around - he'll get the guy behind you and not you. Its ingenius really. So next time some guy is riding your ass and you know he's going to pass you - just speed up and match his speed. dont let him lag behind much, only about a car's length. Its great, really.
Also -
I almost own every NIN cd ever created. whee.
and not to include my retort to " Im sorry "
" Im sorry " would be to imply that " they are sorry that you are wrong "
take - for instance - " Im sorry, but you're a fuckhead "
you see - Im not really sorry that you're a fuckhead,
but its just to convey the fact that I feel sad that you are.
" Im sorry, but what you think about democracy is bullshit "
- not that Im sorry about anything you think,
but that Im sorry that you are wrong.
whee.
and to end it all off - My LINK OF THE DAY.
dare you click it?
I think you should.
because it is funny.
and besides.
what the fuck else are you going to do?
Chroist - it surprises the hell out of me how many people are panzy ass motherfuckers who have no balls, even if they worked at a ball factory and had a third testical. They're wussies. They've got no guts. They dont take risks. WHO GIVES A SHIT IF ITS A PICTURE OF OLD GAY MAN PORN - it isnt like you're an old homosexual man who sucks other old homosexual men off - so why would it bother you? Jesus H. Chroist.
get this.
So I'm going the speed limit.
and then all of a sudden this guy is on my ass.
obviously wanting to go MUCH FASTER than the speed limit.
Now for the past couple of days I've been thinking about a theory - and have been wanting someone to ride my ass so I can try it out. So last night was my first time in practice. lo-and-behold, police were on the road. and guess what. it worked.
the theory?
Speeding can only be " legally " accomplished by having someone speed behind you. With this in mind - in the event that a police-man decides to jump after you - or he's going in the opposite direction and turns around - he'll get the guy behind you and not you. Its ingenius really. So next time some guy is riding your ass and you know he's going to pass you - just speed up and match his speed. dont let him lag behind much, only about a car's length. Its great, really.
Also -
I almost own every NIN cd ever created. whee.
and not to include my retort to " Im sorry "
" Im sorry " would be to imply that " they are sorry that you are wrong "
take - for instance - " Im sorry, but you're a fuckhead "
you see - Im not really sorry that you're a fuckhead,
but its just to convey the fact that I feel sad that you are.
" Im sorry, but what you think about democracy is bullshit "
- not that Im sorry about anything you think,
but that Im sorry that you are wrong.
whee.
and to end it all off - My LINK OF THE DAY.
dare you click it?
I think you should.
because it is funny.
and besides.
what the fuck else are you going to do?
Chroist - it surprises the hell out of me how many people are panzy ass motherfuckers who have no balls, even if they worked at a ball factory and had a third testical. They're wussies. They've got no guts. They dont take risks. WHO GIVES A SHIT IF ITS A PICTURE OF OLD GAY MAN PORN - it isnt like you're an old homosexual man who sucks other old homosexual men off - so why would it bother you? Jesus H. Chroist.
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