word of the day: gynocracy.
i swear, instead of teaching kids the usual vocabulary in school they should just sit them down in front of The Family Guy and let Stewie do his thing. estrogenical tyranny? noisome shenanigans? the kid's gonna make a great MC one day...
so yeah, DVD's define my life right now. Buffy season 1, The Family Guy seasons 1&2, various movies left where micah's little fingers can clutch at them... as if i didn't already spend enough time in front of a goddamn screen.
there are some benefits to being enslaved to these things though: i actually worked on a song last night... what's stranger is that i made a lot of progress with recording it. such things are foreign to me. results? achievement? odd ideas those, i should be careful not to go near them too often... i may end up adopting their positive hue, which of course would immediately mark me as Not A Loser. they'd revoke my membership for sure...
in non cathode ray tube related events we were supposed to go to a show last night but it sold out. apparently Alexisonfire is really big with the kids... i honestly can't tell them from any of the other oddly named tantrum-pop bands that have cropped up lately.
the upside of the whole deal would have been ogling a wide array of girls with real tits, hair, skin, the whole deal. believe me, that's a rarity in my town... an attractive young woman free of mainstream fashion/aesthetic vices is a rare and precious jewel, which would explain the widespread covetousness in The Scene(tm). hell, Jett's hotass friend (file under yet another blonde) was locked up in near-matrimony for a good five years. yet another one lost to monogamy. how does the aphorism go again? oh right:
if you can't beat them, stand off to the side and scowl at them for succeeding where you've failed... numerously... in spectacularly lame ways... you worthless loser you... no one can ever love you, you pathetic, neuroses laden nerd.
apparently the clerk in charge of modernizing aphorisms was in a bad mood when they got to that one.
i swear, instead of teaching kids the usual vocabulary in school they should just sit them down in front of The Family Guy and let Stewie do his thing. estrogenical tyranny? noisome shenanigans? the kid's gonna make a great MC one day...
so yeah, DVD's define my life right now. Buffy season 1, The Family Guy seasons 1&2, various movies left where micah's little fingers can clutch at them... as if i didn't already spend enough time in front of a goddamn screen.
there are some benefits to being enslaved to these things though: i actually worked on a song last night... what's stranger is that i made a lot of progress with recording it. such things are foreign to me. results? achievement? odd ideas those, i should be careful not to go near them too often... i may end up adopting their positive hue, which of course would immediately mark me as Not A Loser. they'd revoke my membership for sure...
in non cathode ray tube related events we were supposed to go to a show last night but it sold out. apparently Alexisonfire is really big with the kids... i honestly can't tell them from any of the other oddly named tantrum-pop bands that have cropped up lately.
the upside of the whole deal would have been ogling a wide array of girls with real tits, hair, skin, the whole deal. believe me, that's a rarity in my town... an attractive young woman free of mainstream fashion/aesthetic vices is a rare and precious jewel, which would explain the widespread covetousness in The Scene(tm). hell, Jett's hotass friend (file under yet another blonde) was locked up in near-matrimony for a good five years. yet another one lost to monogamy. how does the aphorism go again? oh right:
if you can't beat them, stand off to the side and scowl at them for succeeding where you've failed... numerously... in spectacularly lame ways... you worthless loser you... no one can ever love you, you pathetic, neuroses laden nerd.
apparently the clerk in charge of modernizing aphorisms was in a bad mood when they got to that one.
hey kids, it's weekend update!
memorable (hazily) quote from last night: "man, who'd have thought it'd turn into a records and coke party?". thank nate for that one.
i watched Human Traffic today with barber* and was a little creeped out by the fact that it was basically a recap of last night, except of course that i didn't go home with the hot blonde i had my eye on - must be a british thing, who knows. she was in a bad mood and retired early on in the mayhem... teens nowadays are such pansies.
*a note about barber: he showed up at the party with twenty-six ounces of Jim Beam. over the course of the experience he learned a valuable lesson about corn whiskey, namely that it totally fucking rules.
a bunch of other shit happened, but the logic behind me not writing it all down is as follows: if you know me enough to care about what i did last night and all day today, you were probably there anyways. if you weren't there, you most likely don't care about the details and are only here for antics and showmanship.
right then, that's that, it's now nap time. an overactive imagination and a meticulously memorized blonde await... if you think about it, dreams involving actual people in your life are like puppet shows you put on for yourself.
update: holy god, tyler just bought the first two seasons of Family Guy on dvd. new favorite roommate. we've already made it to the part where Stewie decides he's going to alter the global climate in order to kill off all the broccoli on earth. to whit:
"Forecast for tomorrow: a few sprinkles of genius with a chance of doom!"
memorable (hazily) quote from last night: "man, who'd have thought it'd turn into a records and coke party?". thank nate for that one.
i watched Human Traffic today with barber* and was a little creeped out by the fact that it was basically a recap of last night, except of course that i didn't go home with the hot blonde i had my eye on - must be a british thing, who knows. she was in a bad mood and retired early on in the mayhem... teens nowadays are such pansies.
*a note about barber: he showed up at the party with twenty-six ounces of Jim Beam. over the course of the experience he learned a valuable lesson about corn whiskey, namely that it totally fucking rules.
a bunch of other shit happened, but the logic behind me not writing it all down is as follows: if you know me enough to care about what i did last night and all day today, you were probably there anyways. if you weren't there, you most likely don't care about the details and are only here for antics and showmanship.
right then, that's that, it's now nap time. an overactive imagination and a meticulously memorized blonde await... if you think about it, dreams involving actual people in your life are like puppet shows you put on for yourself.
update: holy god, tyler just bought the first two seasons of Family Guy on dvd. new favorite roommate. we've already made it to the part where Stewie decides he's going to alter the global climate in order to kill off all the broccoli on earth. to whit:
"Forecast for tomorrow: a few sprinkles of genius with a chance of doom!"
quick pre-bed update on the latest entry into the Critical Strike lyric book:
i represent like an avatar.
i represent like an avatar.
preface: i just woke up. expect me to make less sense than usual.
so i had this dream, which in itself is a little wacky - not for the fact that i had a dream but for the fact that i'm sitting here now knowing that i did. my unconscious self rarely lets the awake micah in on just what exactly is going on at any point in time, especially those between naptime and wakie wakie.
now the fun part: i dreamed about baseball. an honest to god, good old fashioned baseball game. i can't count the number of times that dreaming about baseball has been used as a joke involving the hiding of dreams of a considerably less Mayberry nature, and here i am spending a full night dreaming that i'm some sort of administrator at a minor league ball park (with my father of course... god forbid i do anything relating to baseball and/or command without him).
celebrity sex, world domination, sci-fi hijinks... no, no thanks i'll take baseball as subject matter for my dreams. god i hate my brain sometimes. i totally could have spent the night imagination-fucking a hot, famous subordinate in my galactic empire. why britney, you look so good with lasers...
so i had this dream, which in itself is a little wacky - not for the fact that i had a dream but for the fact that i'm sitting here now knowing that i did. my unconscious self rarely lets the awake micah in on just what exactly is going on at any point in time, especially those between naptime and wakie wakie.
now the fun part: i dreamed about baseball. an honest to god, good old fashioned baseball game. i can't count the number of times that dreaming about baseball has been used as a joke involving the hiding of dreams of a considerably less Mayberry nature, and here i am spending a full night dreaming that i'm some sort of administrator at a minor league ball park (with my father of course... god forbid i do anything relating to baseball and/or command without him).
celebrity sex, world domination, sci-fi hijinks... no, no thanks i'll take baseball as subject matter for my dreams. god i hate my brain sometimes. i totally could have spent the night imagination-fucking a hot, famous subordinate in my galactic empire. why britney, you look so good with lasers...
i just got an email with the subject line "rock hard in 60 seconds". i don't know what kind of problems these spammers have, but a full minute isn't exactly the kind of hyperbole i expect from proper advertising. honestly now, if it were like "rock hard in 60 seconds after you've been fucking for three days straight and are near death from the herculean effort you've put into destroying the hearts, minds, and tender bits of thirty virgins"... i mean, now THAT's going to catch my eye.
on another note, two people just left my house. one was a meth head who hung out on my turntables butchering my records all night. the other was his cute friend that i talked to while he tweaked away... sometimes drugs can be beneficial, they keep the users out of your hair while you get to know the flyness that just walked in your door. downright darwinian if you ask me.
on another note, two people just left my house. one was a meth head who hung out on my turntables butchering my records all night. the other was his cute friend that i talked to while he tweaked away... sometimes drugs can be beneficial, they keep the users out of your hair while you get to know the flyness that just walked in your door. downright darwinian if you ask me.
i just spent a little over an hour signing up and getting my profile _just so_. i'd like to say that most of the time was spent typing my credit card number incorrectly, but that -- sadly (pathetically) -- just isn't the case.
you know how sometimes you stumble upon a group of bloodthirsty orcs and there's that moment of silence right before you lay into them (and totally fucking chop them up) where no one -- human or otherwise -- knows what the flailing shit is going on? yeah...
you know how sometimes you stumble upon a group of bloodthirsty orcs and there's that moment of silence right before you lay into them (and totally fucking chop them up) where no one -- human or otherwise -- knows what the flailing shit is going on? yeah...
