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You can't trick me!
I'm onto you!
I've caught your scent and now I'm hot on your trail, howling at the moon in my slavering bloodlust! The thrill of the chase consumes me!

My heightened senses have alerted me that you've rejoined the site, and may I add: MWA HA HA HAAA! You can't evade my razor-edged clutches indefinitely!

Now BLOG! BLOG you demented ear weasel, you semi-translucent pinecone extractor, you multi-tailed cactus monkey, you steaming furnace packed with the freshly dried towels of humanity no longer damp with the foul ichors of treachery and self deception!

BLOG!

BLOG as though your life depends on it!

Because I can assure you, my carefully hand-sculpted earwax doll of duplicity and/or high-octane currency disinterment...

IT DOES.

Yeah, well, that was just an idea I had. I guess you can do whatever you want.

FOR NOW.....


Yeah, I'm on the mend now, but it got pretty fucking bad. Bad enough that I might consider getting a flu shot next year.

Bad enough that I actually went to the doctor. Yeah. THAT bad.

Hope life in Troy is good!!!

Was nice know'n ya, bro.

Off to the land of the non-interweb.

Happy birthday

Woo!
So I saw Land of the Dead. It was good, but it left me with many questions. I can't wait for you to see it so we can discuss the issues raised in the film.

Yeah, I think the weird feeling is from too much being crammed into a rather short movie. Especially since there's a functioning society that has issues you don't get to see much of, and zomvie characters which is something you don't see that often. Let alone the "thinking, problem solving zombie" item which is of course the big new item in the movie.
Speaking of which: what did you think of the way the "thinking zombie" thing was implemented? And, as a lesser question, how long ago do you think the "Day of the Dead" was? In other words, how long do you think these people have been dealing with the undead menace?

Huh? I just tested the link twice and it worked....well anyway you're on my MySpace friends list so you can just find me there if the link really is freaking out.

Shit I forgot about the speeder bike thing. Funny story though, I actually did stab myself in the hand at the end of the track, but I forgot to turn the mic on so I had to do it TWICE. Oh, and I hired some guy to stand in the 2nd storey window next door and shoot me right as the track was ending, but he missed his cue and instead shot me while I was trying to eat my cereal this morning. But that was cool, because I wanted my breakfast to be an experience, not just, like, you know, a regular meal.

Hmm..
You know , I hadn't really thought about it, but there are indeed similarities. For one, you know how among the locals there's a sense of "We're all in this together"? Well out here there's none of that because EVERYBODY is completely oblivious to anything but themselves. And even then I'm not sure. Actually I'm not sure how else to account for the daunting number of car accidents I see out here.
On the plus side though, the scenery is REALLY nice here.

Also, I can't stop watching this flashtoon I saw on here.

In case you don't know about the "Makeover" that the Loony Toons characters are getting, click this. Look upon the blasphemy, and feel the rage. And then, click this and have a good laugh. I hope.

Unless you've seen this already. Then you can just tell me to go fuck myself.

Hey how was I-CON?

I got the weirdest urge to go to a Con yesterday. I don't know how to make sense of it....

Yeah, see?
My wrath don't take no guff.

My wrath, man,it sees that guff comin' an it's all "You don't even COME up dis if you know whass GOOD fa ya!"

Word/

Was Garden State actually good? I had really wanted to see it cause i heard it was good, but Core warned me that it might be one of those movies that eveyone says is good that really sucks. So, we never watched it. Like Sideways. I saw that movie. It was alright.. but Jesus? I dont know why everyone has to shoot their load over it. It wasn't award worthy or anything...

I know what you mean about typing more actually making you type worse. something kind of related, but not quite:

What i've found as of late, is that I'm speaking nonsense alot. I've gotten so socially retarded lately, that I cant even put my sentences together right. At least I catch myself after a fuck up though... usually... like I was talking to Core today and I said something like "I'm feeling are very about going out right now" Not exactly that, but like, my sentence will ALMOST make sense, but my brain replaces the word(s) it thought it was gonna put in the sentence with some random nonsense, so the sentence sounds like jibberish. I caught myself doing this like 10 times today. I don't know whats wrong with me. Core suggested brain damage, but I think its just what happens when you dont talk to poeple for over a year.

I may actually add this to my journal too. cause.. um.. id be interested to see if anyone else does shit like this...

Thanks, bro! I'll pound a shot for you, man.

geez, I should update huh?

By your commenting in my journal, you have forthwith excluded all articles in aforementioned subsection B of the previous arrangement, and by venitor emptor majoris, etcetera, etcetera, and excluding all personal belongings not properly registered at time of defendant examination and deboweling, etcetera, etcetera.... YOUR SOUL BELONGS TO ME NOW, by the power of the Minnesota charter treaty on foo and other nonsensical mess.

Good day to YOU, sir.

Blast!

:: looks with a furrowed brow and wild eyes to the sky, starts shaking fist ::

daammmnn you, Roger Ebert.....DAAAMMMMNNN YOOOOUUUUUU!!!!!

:: gets sucked into a black hole ::

Woo! Christmas! Let's all bodysurf in the Yule-tide!
Ugh.
Torturous Christmas puns abound.
Anyway, hope your Christmas is good!!!!!

I hope you had happy holidays to you too, good sir.

Now to make sure I don't fall victim to death by dessert...

[Edited on Dec 26, 2004 8:21PM]

Heh. Well, long story short, work is unfuckingbelievably hard to find out here (just like the rest of the country), and all I have right now is this thing that only gives me 2 days of work once or twice a month. And I thought I got terminated when in reality I've just been cut back...it's a long story. Suffice it to say that after that phone conversation I was thinking "Yeah, sure enough I'm out of money and I lost the only meager employment I was able to find in the 10 months I've been out here. This is pretty much what I figured things would be like right now." So, no...not totally ruined yet...but I'm getting close. Not to go on and on about my problems, but it's fucking bad out here. And the terrifying thing is that it's only going to get worse.
Yay!

That's funny, because I was just about to drop you a note to ask if you had seen Trinity. I want to drag The 'Zam to see it, but I know she'll pull her mind tricks on me and make me about it.
And, by way of closure...I AM glad I came out here and got away from the Hamptons...it's just hard for everyone right now...I don't feel singled out at all.

I fear nothing. Except batshit crazy republicans, the fact that they are recognizably the majority of this country now, the fact that my apartment will most likely be firebombed soon by fucking retarded Bush-supporting nazi's (because I live with, oh no, GAYYYYY PEOPLE!!!), the fact that I even need to be on a SIDE to support a womans right to her own body, or that of a group of people's descision about how they like to fuck, the fact that the rich will invariably get richer, inversely making the poor get poorer, as crime will rise and the aire of revolution becomes rife in American life, and the simple, plain, immistakable fact that:

If you have a brain, you are NOT proud to be an American.

(for the simple reason that, whereas you might not have pulled the trigger yourself, your mere exsistence spells death for a larger/unfortunate subset of this planet's population. Fuck Bush, fuck the terrorist assholes, fuck Kerry, fuck the media, fuck the rising anti-semitism/anti-homosexuality/anti-choice/anti-life movement, and fuck all those people who would struggle helplessly to resist the idea that they might actually not be right about something)

whew. ahem. excuse me.

Always write journals, bro. Getting it down on web-paper keeps it from taking up space in your dome, which in turn leaves you more room to comtemplate... stuff...

piece.

you WENT to a party swarming with half naked girls, and you're saying your life is DULL?
How i envy you :p

heh heh