I'm drunk, so i'm pretty sure this is going to offend. consider this a warning on a website that already warns you i'm not family friendly.

This is what happens when I don't blog in a while, then try and type out a blog and waste too much time on it. I end up missing out on playing Warcraft before I go to bed and now I am too drunk to play warcraft, but still too awake to go pass out. hence, another blog. a blog of... hate. The apple HATES the bannana. hey that reminds me, I should try something for the blog carnival.

Anyway, now my mind is on overdrive and hacker Schorr(DRINK IT MY NUBIANS, AND REJOICE) and i have no structure. So anyway, thanks to cybrpunk for bringing this to my attention! I am Jack Thompson And i am still trying to be relevant! I hate Video games because they raped me and stole my lollipop! don't play them! Watch godTV and read boring-ass books and don't look at video games! they're the Debbil and they simulate MURDER and RAPE and OTHER GIANT HORRIBLE WORDS THAT SHOCK AND AWE YOU! I need massengil for my GIGANTIC HURTING CENTIPEDE-FILLED VAGINA.

you know who else pisses me off? Fred Phelps. i'm not even going to give that degenerate motherfucker a link. i think i hate him more than my neighbor or a certain Ex. Fred phelps hates gay people. I don't Gay people free up resourses that would otherwise be unavailbale to me or my gender. also, some of them are cool. women are not resources. i know this. I think Fred Phelps gets off on using the word "fag" as many times as possible in a sentence and combining it with other words to make his point. Fag-enabling faggots are fagfucking fagerica's faggot fucking fagsystem. that's pretty much fred phelps, other than the requisite "You are all fags and are going to hell except me and my fag-hating family. we're cool with jesus somehow." jesus hung around with a bunch of dudes. fuck fred phelps and fuck his stupid cult church. I hope gay robots fuck you to death. you are a good reason why I hate religion and believe in nothing and have Nightmares about Bannanas!BWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!elevenzors!

BUT HEY, did you know that not all is lost? according to a completely fucked up nonscientific study most likely funded by the same group endorsing it: Focus on the Family. fuck them too. fuck your "we want america to be just like what we think it should be" bullshit. conform. obey. consume. sleep. if religious mediation can make a gay man straight, Then if I mediate religiously enough, I could make Jessica Beil and my girlfriend make out? And then I get to watch and make Sexy time? right? right?

RAWWWWKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!! COCK ROCK POWERS UNITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i'm gonna go act like an asshole in second life now. cuz that's how I roll, yo. ther's lot's of spelling errors i'm sure. and i'm sure i don't care right now.



it's the american way
it's the american me
it's the american you

Work is work.
I nearly renounced my Atheism on account of a customer who just wouldn't leave.
I really have to try to like people sometimes.
Love life sucks, still and seemingly forever.
My Walls have been rebuilt.
Spent 5000 fake dollars gambling in my fake life.
I lost 20 bucks of my very real money.
That was a bad idea.
I wanted to do an April Fool's Update.
I didn't have time.
Next Year, flag semaphore.
Maybe.
Brandocrap would shove Jesus for A chance with Kari Byron.
I would murder all of you if I had the same chance.
Or even for a passable look-a-like.
I'm Morally Questionable.
I don't mind that so much anymore.
My Throskie is only a 63 :( and wears outdated gear.
Year Zero is absoludicriously fucking awesome.
You knew I would say that.
Alanis Morissete does My Humps.
you've probably Seen it.
Tori Amos does Raining Blood.
You should hear the Classic first.
I'm a future 419 Scam victim.
I could go on and on.
Getting the fuck outta here on a one day trip.
All work and no play something something something.



Here, I Haven't done one of these in nearly forever. Enjoy.

Read/Watch/Listen/Play:

Promise of the Witch-King; R.A. Salvatore.
300; Gerard Butler, Rodrigo Santoro, Vincent Regan.
Collected; Massive Attack.
God of War 2; Sony Computer Entertainment of America.




Nothing's right if you ain't here
I'd give all that i have just to keep you near

The other night an Asian fellow with a briefcase comes in, and asks how I am doing.

"Eh, not bad tonight. How about yourself?"

He lands me a glossy flier and starts speaking in heavily accented english about this program that shows lots of smiling people, and has words like "INTERNATIONAL" and "FAMILY" and "PROGRAM" and "OTHER LARGE WORDS". I didn't really look too well, as i had to strain to hear him as he spoke fast and I wanted to make sure I wasn't agreeing to selling off the store for a thousand bucks or something like that. I think he's talking about how they bring people overseas to this wonderful country to live long and prosper.

Then he asks "where were you born?"

"Right here, actually. Born and raised." I don't see a reason to explain my growing up took place a town over, as all the towns in SoIL are basically the same to anyone not from SoIL.


"Do you know where Japan is? Have you heard of it?"

I was playing Pac-Man before I could count properly. I Spent Grade school and a good portion of high school tethered to my NES and SNES. Of course I know where the fuck Japan is. But this guy obviously wants to speak to a Big Dumb Guy, so I play along.

"I got a general idea of where it's at. Never been there though."

At this point I take notice of a lanyard hanging from his neck with an ID badge stating he's from the Unification Church. Now I know where this is heading. He wants money.

Sure enough, as if on que, he opens his briefcase, showing off an assortment of "natural stone" bracelets and starts talking about how he's selling these to bring more people overseas to America. and at the low low price of 2 dollars, I can make my contribution and get a nice shiny trinket to remind myself of how I helped people move from Japan to America. Now this may be just me, but when I think of Japan, I don't think "Poor Backwater third-World". Somehow, I suspect Treachery.

"no, sorry. I don't have any money."

"Surely you can afford 2 dollars, sir."

I pull out my wallet, and let the moths fly in his face.

"No, I sure can't."

I didn't quite have the heart to tell him that me and all things Religion went through a messy divorce as he left.


Unlike the devil(yeah)
I've never seen the face of god

Blah.


This is a bit old, but I thought it was an interesting article. I didn't find out about it until I saw something in a Harper's excerpt a couple of weeks ago. It's not entirely suprising, but I do i have a question; Where Do i pick up my "minority card"?

I don't really think what I believe (or rather, lack thereof) entitles me to some kind of special status, like "minority", though I do find it somewhat insulting that I'm basically not considered American because I don't believe, or I'm not worthy of someone's daughter becuase mom and dad assume that I'm a horrible person and have no sense of morality. I am a horrible person(many can attest for that), but it's wrong to base that on the idea of what i believe.. It should be based on the fact that I kick babies when angry and eat puppies every morning just to hear them whimper as I pre-digest them with the acid dripping of my Atheist Mandibles of Searing Doom.


I guess I'll just need to convert if I ever want to have hopes of getting married in this nation. How about this, rest of the world? You give us our own continent, and we'll leave you the fuck alone and you can continue to Be horrible examples of your own faith? North Korea and China dosen't count because they have cults of personality.

sorry, not trying to be hateful. Stuff like this just dosen't inspire faith in my fellow man.


Something nice later.



staring in the face of condemnation

Happy 6/6/06! May you dine eloquently on the entrails of lesser animals such as yourself as you worship your various dark gods!

Or just do housework, or your regular job. Whatever floats your boat.

Raining blood
From a lacerated sky

And now for something completely different.

I'm a dick because I don't call people back. I have a horrible record of that. and text messages, I'm not so good at that either. or email. Might as well throw that one in, too.

And I still haven't done that work on the site itself yet. I'm such a lazy fuck. This is what happens when you have an (nearly)unrestrained addiction to Diablo 2 co-op.

Is there something going on next weekend? I was planning on going to springfield becuase I wanted to see the Jacksonville crew, but I was reminded that next weekend is easter weekend, and that's when Jesus died, came back and passed out Wal-Mart candy to all the kids or something. Anyway, so no trip to Central Il this weekend. My question is WTF is going on, then?

Anywho, I have to sign off now becuase of that whole work thing I got going on tomorrow morning.


If you're bored, check out Petra Haden's rendition of Thriller.


I'm still confusing love with need

Dear whatever imaginary person this is supposed to go to:

This is kind of a last minute thing(much like anything I do), and I seriously doubt that you will come through with this(I’m still waiting on that Tonka Dump Truck And Crane when I was five), but I thought I would give this a try nonetheless.

Now, if you ask me and several relations, I haven’t exactly been a stellar person this year. What with the drunken rampages, getting kicked out of school, completely fucked things up with the ex, all the hatred I keep pent-up, and the general disdain i have for my fellow man, but I think if you’ll sit down and listen to my side of the story over a plate of cookies and vodka-spiked milk, you’ll see that I’m not the complete villian that said people would paint me. It would take too long to refute all these charges at the moment, but i thought I would go ahead and let you in on what I feel I deserve for whatever the fuck this holiday is supposed to be. It’s a short list, as i’m not a greedy person:


1. I want to Strangle every last human being in the world to the point of death.



Merry Whatever,


Livingdead



P.S. If you don't come through, I hope you choke on Frosty's Icicle, You fat fuck.



I wasn't born with enough middle fingers

ugh. i think i'm getting sick.


Wonderful.


but hey, getting closer to October, and it can't get here fast enough.

So, since my update sucks, here's a C&P of something i found.

______
This morning there was a knock at my door. When I answered the door I found a well groomed, nicely dressed couple.

The man spoke first: "Hi! I'm John, and this is Mary."

Mary: "Hi! We're here to invite you to come kiss Hank's ass with us."

Me: "Pardon me?! What are you talking about? Who's Hank, and why would I want to kiss his ass?"

John: "If you kiss Hank's ass, he'll give you a million dollars; and if you don't, he'll kick the shit out of you."

Me: "What? Is this some sort of bizarre mob shake-down?"

John: "Hank is a billionaire philanthropist. Hank built this town. Hank owns this town. He can do what ever he wants, and what he wants is to give you a million dollars, but he can't until you kiss his ass."

Me: "That doesn't make any sense. Why..."

Mary: "Who are you to question Hank's gift? Don't you want a million dollars? Isn't it worth a little kiss on the ass?"

Me: "Well maybe, if it's legit, but..."

John: "Then come kiss Hank's ass with us."

Me: "Do you kiss Hank's ass often?"

Mary: "Oh yes, all the time..."

Me: "And has he given you a million dollars?"

John: "Well no, you don't actually get the money until you leave town."

Me: "So why don't you just leave town now?"

Mary: "You can't leave until Hank tells you to, or you don't get the money, and he kicks the shit out of you."

Me: "Do you know anyone who kissed Hank's ass, left town, and got the million dollars?"

John: "My mother kissed Hank's ass for years. She left town last year, and I'm sure she got the money."

Me: "Haven't you talked to her since then?"

John: "Of course not, Hank doesn't allow it."

Me: "So what makes you think he'll actually give you the money if you've never talked to anyone who got the money?"

Mary: "Well, he gives you a little bit before you leave. Maybe you'll get a raise; maybe you'll win a small lotto; maybe you'll just find a twenty dollar bill on the street."

Me: "What's that got to do with Hank?"

John: "Hank has certain connections."

Me: "I'm sorry, but this sounds like some sort of bizarre con game."

John: "But it's a million dollars, can you really take the chance? And remember, if you don't kiss Hank's ass he'll kick the shit of you."

Me: "Maybe if I could see Hank, talk to him, get the details straight from him..."

Mary: "No one sees Hank, no one talks to Hank."

Me: "Then how do you kiss his ass?"

John: "Sometimes we just blow him a kiss, and think of his ass. Other times we kiss Karl's ass, and he passes it on."

Me: "Who's Karl?"

Mary: "A friend of ours. He's the one who taught us all about kissing Hank's ass. All we had to do was take him out to dinner a few times."

Me: "And you just took his word for it when he said there was a Hank, that Hank wanted you to kiss his ass, and that Hank would reward you?"

John: "Oh no! Karl's got a letter Hank sent him years ago explaining the whole thing. Here's a copy; see for yourself."

John handed me a photocopy of a handwritten memo on "From the desk of Karl" letterhead. There were eleven items listed:

1. Kiss Hank's ass and he'll give you a million dollars when you leave town.
2. Use alcohol in moderation.
3. Kick the shit out of people who aren't like you.
4. Eat right.
5. Hank dictated this list himself.
6. The moon is made of green cheese.
7. Everything Hank says is right.
8. Wash your hands after going to the bathroom.
9. Don't drink.
10. Eat your wieners on buns, no condiments.
11. Kiss Hank's ass or he'll kick the shit out of you.

Me: "This would appear to be written on Karl's letterhead."

Mary: "Hank didn't have any paper."

Me: "I have a hunch that if we checked we'd find this is Karl's handwriting."

John: "Of course, Hank dictated it."

Me: "I thought you said no one gets to see Hank?"

Mary: "Not now, but years ago he would talk to some people."

Me: "I thought you said he was a philanthropist. What sort of philanthropist kicks the shit out of people just because they're different?"

Mary: "It's what Hank wants, and Hank's always right."

Me: "How do you figure that?"

Mary: "Item 7 says Everything Hanks says is right.' That's good enough for me!"

Me: "Maybe your friend Karl just made the whole thing up."

John: "No way! Item 5 says 'Hank dictated this list himself.' Besides, item 2 says 'Use alcohol in moderation,' item 4 says 'Eat right,' and item 8 says 'Wash your hands after going to the bathroom.' Everyone knows those things are right, so the rest must be true, too."

Me: "But #9 says 'Don't Drink,' which doesn't quite go with #2. And #6 says 'The moon is made of green cheese,' which is just plain wrong."

John: "There's no contradiction between 9 and 2; 9 just clarifies 2. As to 6, you've never been to the moon, so you can't say for sure."

Me: "Scientists have pretty firmly established that the moon is made of rock..."

Mary: "But they don't know if the rock came from the Earth, or from out of space, so it could just as easily be green cheese."

Me: "I'm not really an expert, but I think the theory that the Moon came from the Earth has been discounted. Besides, not knowing where the rock came from doesn't make it cheese."

John: "Aha! You just admitted that scientists make mistakes, but we know Hank is always right!"

Me: "We do?"

Mary: "Of course we do, Item 5 says so."

Me: "You're saying Hank's always right because the list says so, the list is right because Hank dictated it, and we know that Hank dictated it because the list says so. That's circular logic, no different than saying 'Hank's right because he says he's right.'"

John: "Now you're getting it! It's so rewarding to see someone come around to Hank's way of thinking."

Me: "But...oh, never mind. What's the deal with wieners?"

Mary blushes. John says: "Wieners, in buns, no condiments. It's Hank's way. Anything else is wrong."

Me: "What if I don't have a bun?"

John: "No bun, no wiener. A wiener without a bun is wrong."

Me: "No relish? No Mustard?"

Mary looks positively stricken. John shouts: "There's no need for such language! Condiments of any kind are wrong!"

Me: "So a big pile of sauerkraut with some wieners chopped up in it would be out of the question?"

Mary sticks her fingers in her ears: "I am not listening to this. La la la, la la, la la la."

John: "That's disgusting. Only some sort of evil deviant would eat that..."

Me: "It's good! I eat it all the time."

Mary faints. John catches her: "Well, if I'd known you where one of those I wouldn't have wasted my time. When Hank kicks the shit out of you I'll be there, counting my money and laughing. I'll kiss Hank's ass for you, you bunless cut-wienered kraut-eater."

With this, John dragged Mary to their waiting car, and sped off.
______


mdame


I’m not a slave to a god that doesn’t exist

i had the shortest date ever friday night.


"so, what would you like to do?"

"well, I have a confession. I didn't really come here for a date. I already have a boyfriend."

"okay, But i remember asking if you would like to meet up for a date, so... what gives?"

"well, it's my opinion that If you're trying to reach out to people on the internet, You're looking for some meaning in your life. Let me tell you about someone who changed my life...Would you like to hear about Jesus Christ?"

It's at this point i basically say "have a nice life" and immediately leave. Only me, folks. Only me. seriously, WTF? the rest of friday was spent drinking heavily, for obvious reasons.

anyways, i found a link that you tinkerers might get a kick out of. Check out Hack-A-Day, a blog for those crazy people who like to make crazy shit out of old tech and whatever else they got lying around.

that's it for tonight.

mdame


What choices do I have?
I'm not educated and I'm not respected
And what am I to do?
As the train leaves for Kensal Green
I can't come back to you
So I send this music box to sleep to

link whore for today. and not a lot of them, either.

I think i finally found a belief structure i like. if that falters under my inpeneratable logic, and there's always my backup choice. unfortunately i have to pay money to get into this one.

meet Legothulu, destroyer of all, devourer of souls, and quite possibly, a cousin of his Noodly Appendage, the Flying Spagetti Monster.

ALL GLORY TO THE FSM!
HEIL! HEIL!


okay, done. work time. tomorrow i will expound on how i am appearantly on the cover of teen Beat Magazine, SI edition.

mdame


Drain you of your sanity
Face the thing that should not be

first and foremost(other than the awesome picture). New URL: http://livingdead.newbloodstudio.com

if you're linking me, please update your links. i don't know how long the old URL will be valid. right now both point to the same page, but this one is a lot easier to remember, thus, i'm expecting the more faithful of you to spread me like the virus that i am.... and i should get a million hits a day by next week. Other updates are going to be made as i go along as i monkey around more with the PHP code. i can already tell that some changes that are different that i gotta get hammered out.

anywho, Weekend was great. got to finally meet My niece Noelle, who is quite the ham. I can tell she's going to be cool, becuase she liked me right off the bat for being a total stranger. I think she can tell how cool i am... so what's your guys' problem? anywho, had a weekend of playing around with her, Playing some Campaign Halo 2, ate some good food at an irish sports pub... and went to Evans City, which is awesome on so many levels. my first nightin Ohio was rather uneventful due to the fact i had been up for 30 hours, so all i did was sleep. but the rest of the weekend has fun-fueled chaos. more pictures will be posted later this week, as time allows.

Got to see Chicago from the air for the first time, which was another awesome. these days i don't really make much of an effort to go up there due to personal reasons, but seeing it from above made me remember fonder times in that city. maybe i'll actually want to go sometime soon and see what other better days i can remember, or better yet, create. i can tell you one particular memory i created this weekend in that city already.

I was wondering around O'Hare during a layover after coming in from having a smoke break. well... i obviously looked lost or something, becuase this guy comes up to me and asks if i need help. "sure, looking for concourse F..." i said. he points me in the right direction, and i thank him, ready to go on my way.

"Oh sir! could i talk to you for a minute?" he says as i turn away.

"uh, ok." i didn't have anything better to do.

"you're a big gentleman, very hardy-looking."

"that's what i hear." i'm half-creeped out and half-annoyed at this point, as a strange, effiminate man has just politely called me fat.

and this is where i learn that Hare Krishnas no longer wear bed sheets at airports. I get to hear a little bit about stuff about the ocean(which is why i think he mentioned that i was a big'un), and he showed me all this cool sanskrit, and then a kickass picture of a minotaur with a axe getting ready to sever the head of a cow with a human head. then he wants to give me this big book, that appearantly holds the keys to a deeper understanding.

for a donation.

"The Gideons give me a free bible, why can't you?" I also mention i was joking to him before he gets offended.

"Look, all i got is four bucks, can i buy it for that?" which was true, becuase most of my money was on my card, which, much to my chagrin, was in the red all goddamned weekend becuase appearantly, hand deposits don't show up as a pending transactions like they do when i go to the ATM. jackasses. he didn't look like had a Credit card machine on him either-which was good.

"Let me give you the travel edition."

So, for four bucks, I got the "you didn't spend enough money so you're going to be roach in your next life" edition of the book. but hey- i bought four bucks worth of good karma, which, if you have followed my shakespearian nature of my life for the last year, i need all the bonus points i can get.

most likely though, i used it up the moment i went to MCdonalds and bought a couple of cheeseburgers. which i did right after i met him.

I can't win for losing.


mdame



You've got that look I wanna know
You've got that look the hy pro glo
it burns a hole inside my mind
it burns a hole inside my mind

where do i start?

First off, NEVER, and i mean NEVER, take food that's in front of me. This means you, Larry Tittle. I hope you search for your name and find this webpage and see that i am going to spell something very clearly out: If you ever touch my food again, i will break your fucking arm. Try me and see, bet me and lose. The same goes for the rest of you, though i don't think you are on the same level as this sorry excuse for a troglodyte.

Now, as for other things...

Slowbek brought this..ahem... Article(third letter down) in the Op/Ed portion of our fine paper, the Southern.

oh boy, where do i start?

Let's forget, for just a moment, that me and god are about as chummy as say a slug is with salt. This letter to me, is the very definiton of a nutjob. When you start demonizing others becuase they don't follow your own code of belief, you're tend to be standing upon a moral slope that has been frozen over with about six feet of ice. What a horrible way to justify the death toll, by more or less saying they deserved it becuase they believed in a different higher power. how do you know that the face of god isn't a cow's head? how do you know that Buddha is only a dead fat asian and not a supreme power? Hell, for all we know, God could be a group of aliens and that we're nothing more than a giant ant farm of Izhgaphth's desk? I don't, and you don't. You have faith and choice, and that is all you're supposed to have. if everyone knew for sure beyond all doubt, everyone would believe.

Nevermind the fact that if you've ever taken an Earth Science class, you could tell this overzealous Fundie that the places affected by the earthquakes and tsunami's are situtated upon a highly active tectonic plate zone, and that Earthquakes and tsuanamis are a part of life when you live on a trench island chain. just that this one was a particularly devastiving one. But then again, it's easier for him to condemn them all and throw in a little extra chiding for Florida, California, and Nevada, and top it off with some Vague-as-fuck predictions of his own(a tornado is going to hit West frankfort? OH NOES! THAT'S NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE!!!!111!!!!shift+oneoneoenoenoenone+one!)

christ almighty, i got on my high horse there for a minute. remember, i can't be held accountable becuase i don't believe in the first place and i don't care if we're all going to die! My life sucks right now anyways! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! TAKE THAT, FATE!

mdame


If there is a hell
I'll see you there

All of my hope is gone. I was asked tonight "if togan told you she had changed, that she was different, would you go back to her?"

I have raped her faith in me. i tore a gaping hole in her heart. i have no more dreams to sell, no more promises that hold any weight.

I'm told i choose to hang onto my bitterness. I have nothing else to hang onto. I want to change, but i can't do it when i have nothing left to change for. "change for yourself", some of you will say. "there will be another" some of you will say.

I say: I don't want Someone else. i want her. everything and anything else is empty and meaningless.

I'm left with ghosts of the past, whereas she can get away from them. she's got so much go look forward to, and for that i am happy.

the sun on my world, however, has set for the last time.

i am not worthy of being given a chance. and i'm sorry for ever asking of such a thing.

but i cannot move on. The best person in my life is no longer there. i cannot go on under the false idea that i am still somehow "whole" after this, and i can't believe that i ever will be.

there is nothing left in my world except bitter regret. things i should have done, things i want to do but will never be able to.

i wanted a family. i wanted to grow old. Believe in God. Watch sunsets on the front porch sitting with her in a swing. I wanted Life.

i would do anything to get that back. I belonged to something so grand, so exquisite, so wonderful... and i completely ignored the right now becuase i was so focused on the somedays.

now, anything i ever do will never be good enough.

she is gone, and with it... the last of my hopes.

if there is a god, please let me die soon.

mdame


I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be the sun
In somebody's else's skies
But why
why
Why can't it be
Can't it be mine?

A lot of little stuff to talk about today.

I walk into My Ecology Class, and What do i see? A Teacher Evaluator. Seems that someone else Has not been too impressed with the fact that We're halfway through the semester and

1. Have Taken ONE test
2. Have Never done ANY sort of Experiment
3. Have Only Moved to Chapter Three
4. Has only rattled on about anything I already learned in my Earth Science classes. I know Ecology is an Interdisciplinary Science, but you gotta Wonder a little bit about what we're supposed to focus on when the course is Named "Plant and Animal Ecology."


The sad part? Teacher didn't even make an attempt to change her style to cover herself. Maybe she already knows that she's gonna be canned at the end of the semester. Oh well. Go back to studying for your Master's, Teach.

Anyways, after that fiasco, I decide that I need to go and spend all the money that I don't have yet and Head on over to Best Buy to see what kinds of goodies I wanted. Not suprisingly, I wanted to buy the entire store. after killing about an hour in there, I decide to come back to school BUT (dun dun duhhhhh!) i ran into something that Made me furious!

As i was driving out of Best Buy, i got stuck behind this chick in a BMW X5(the SUV That they Make, help me out here if it's the wrong model). The combined show of reckless Dino-killing combined with the haughtiness that Just comes with Driving A Beemer, Made Me sad for the person.

And it was right about then that i saw The License Plate ringer that read "Like what you see? Call 1-800-YOU-WISH".

So, What do I do? As always, I chose the high Road: Cutting across the entire parking lot and Beat her to the stop sign that leads out to The highway, and let her suck on my 4-banger exhaust fumes. I'm also 25, by the way, in case you were wondering.

Now that the Net in general has serious doubts about my Impulse Control, Let me Leave you with a Deep thought about Higher Spiritual Powers.


If you believe in a higher power(s), that's cool. But I'm willing to Argue that The Power(s) that Be are not Just And righteous. Why, Do you ask? It's simple: There are five, count 'em, FIVE Air Bud Movies. The same people went on to create another Animal playing Sports Line called Most Valuable Primate. And Don't forget MXP becuase, like, it's MVP, only it's Extreme, dude!

No, my friends, there is No just and fair Being when stuff like that Exists.

now if you will excuse me, i'm going to go wash my eyes with Boiling Bleach.

Mdame


I'm real straight
You wanna see my peccadillos
Hot dog 7:30 every morning
And I'm big into war

yup. here's a real update. I'm sorry they have been short and sweet the last few days, but i am on spring break. that means, drinking, video games, and general hooliganism. but, i have found today to be rather good to give you the update you crave. I have been a bit busy with sticking my manhood into a VCR since i now have one once more, so sorry about that.

uhm... right. here's some news to distract you from that mentally scarring thought.

Some priest said that it's okay to rape little eskimo boys. Michael Jackson has been reported to me moving to Alaska.

do you really want to know why shit like this happens? because people are stupid. I'll not lie to you... I like to spend a good chunk of time playing video games, but to me, it's like Drinking liquor: drink too much, and you'll go comatose. not only that, but i tend to play games that don't suck down a good chunk of my billfold money per month. another theory i have(excuse the american ignorance, if you will) is that the places that this usually happens in are so terrible in real time that the kids would rather spend thier lives online all the time as an escape from reality. my third idea is that the amount of people in the world are playing games more... so there's destined to be a couple that are going to die whilst playing video games.

either way... i always get a little pissed when the Presses that be call them "video Game Junkies". it always makes me feel like I'm some addict on methadone treatment when i'm playing Ogre battle. nevermind the fact that when i was growing up, i played video games all the time, when i could have been doing other things, like Drugs, robbing old ladies, Vandalism, and the like.

blah. I'm going to get off this rant. it's better than having to hear about how My shiny little discs and cartridges are murder simulators.

if nothing else pisses you off today, This Should. or maybe this will. either way, long as you get pissed, that's fine with me.

anywho, enough for now. I have to find my cell. appearantly i have twelve bajillion messages on it.

mdame


Half a pound of heroin
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the story goes
out comes the evil

Okay, i just want to be honest. I didn't come up with this alternative name for the Passon of the Christ, but I love it.

been reading up a little on it, and it seems someone decided to Up and Die before even seeing how it ended. interesting as that is, i want you to take a good look(careful, you may end up spending several hours) in the fark Forums. gauranteed hilarity, kids. and that's not me being insensitive. Just try and not crack a grin.

anyways, since i'm talking about religion, i thought it would be a good way to segue into another Second Coming of a sort. another funny for you, if you can stand that type of thing.

now, to get off the suject of me being a link whore...

i bought a mp3 player, and i can already tell it's the best investment i've ever made, that is if you don't count that time i tried penis implants.

seriously though, it's about the size of my hand, has some built-in memory, and has room for more. Now, i can rock out with all those Portishead Tunes i've wanted to hear in my car. it also gives me a reason not to listen to anyone while i'm at college, becuase i have them in right now and i can't hear a damn thing. Isolation sometimes is a wonderful thing.

Another thing i like about it is that in my own way, i'm disproving the theory that the RIAA has about people who use digital music-that they're thieves with no intention of legally owning the music they steal. let me tell you something, boys and girls, for every Mp3 that i ever downloaded that i didn't own a album for, i was introduced to something i seriously wanted to have the whole album. Digital music is now i heard of ruby oh so long ago, when i had to listen to it over the shitty-ass realplayer back in high school. it's how i learned of Sparklehorse, A Perfect Circle, and oddly enough, it's how i heard of another Ruby album i am drooling over. so, what i'm saying is that i love my MP3 player and the RIAA can kiss my ass, as i'll own the Portishead Album soon enough. nevermind the fact that i'm buying it second-hand. that's neither here not there.

Game Dorks: Heard of the New console called Phantom? go to Penny Arcade and see why Someone is a liar and we'll never see this vaporware P.O.S.

anywho, that's enough for today. i'm gonna go rock out some more and freak out the blood drive nurses.

Confidential To The Lady: I loved your update that took all night.
Confidential to The Lady, Again: What do you want for your B-day?


mdame



On hookers and gin
This mess we're in