tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54847382011-04-30T12:43:08.390-07:00If you don't like it, you can eat your own head.Dappnoreply@blogger.comBlogger571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-77412006375435910202011-04-20T09:59:00.000-07:002011-04-20T10:18:15.037-07:00

To the high and mighty Dina, sitting smugly behind me in her covertly commandeered window seat, passing judgement down upon me palpably with no discretion:Fuck you. Fuck you so fucking much.How's that for your delicate ears, Dina? Is that what you're sick of "having to sit there all day listening" to? Hmm, is it? Well why don't you just go and play a nice game of hide and go fuck

Dapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06495303191398198676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-50920649562279378392007-11-03T18:08:00.000-07:002007-11-03T19:25:07.055-07:00

Phew. That's a mouthful. And so is this, literally. Or several mouthfuls depending on how much (or little) willpower you have, which, once you smell and/or taste this culinary masterpiece of my own devising, will be nigh but completely out the window. I know, good use of "nigh," right? Yeah. I know.Anyway, this is a pretty simple recipe, and I'm going to skip lots of steps, because, as will

Dappnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-87331610137970870052007-10-13T00:09:00.001-07:002007-10-13T00:46:20.918-07:00

Oh god. Fantastic Four 2: Rise of The Silve Surfer, how you have lived up to my every expectation I'll never know, but, regardless, the fact remains that... you did. I'd like to call attention to the punctuation of that last sentence. Just stare it for a minute, like one of those computer generated 3D wall posters. Now squint a little. Now relax your eyes. No, no... look through the

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-51108414068921305632007-10-03T14:53:00.000-07:002007-10-04T12:40:40.950-07:00

I love TV. I spend way too much potentially productive time absorbed in entertainment, accomplishing nothing, letting my brain rot and allowing the corporate sponsored stimuli to work it's subliminal crimes on me day in and day out. And it rocks.TV totally kicks ass. Or, at least, it did... until I discovered the absolute face on fire, edge of your seat insanity that is: 24. 24 is without a

Dappnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-18683068609736577652007-10-02T09:30:00.000-07:002007-10-02T22:04:59.220-07:00

Ok, just calm down. I wanted to like this movie. Really, I did. I was totally psyched to like it. I went in expecting to love it. Tarantino, car chases, gruesome gory awesomeness all in a convenient homage to the grindhouse movie watching experience. And I get that it's supposed to be bad. I get that it's made to be a "B" movie. But here's the thing about "B" movies: They suck ass.

Dappnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-83877954085375051902007-09-05T09:41:00.000-07:002007-09-06T10:44:10.427-07:00

It's quite possible that the PSP sucks. But it might also be that I'm not sufficiently "hardcore" in my gaming enthusiasm. Let me give you some background, and you can decide for yourself.I've been playing video games or, as we say in the industry, "gaming," for about 18 years now, (Christ, I'm old) and I've had my fair share, or what I'd like to call, a crapload, of gaming experience.

Dappnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-11838443825459315402007-08-27T21:24:00.000-07:002007-08-28T20:07:44.347-07:00

Well, I've done it. I've polished off an entire box of tastykake rich frosted mini donuts. I started, and I couldn't stop. The worst part is, this is not my first time.Oh no, I'm a repeat offender. Do I feel bad about it? Of course. I've just consumed enough fat to recreate that guy from "The Practice's" lips.That's a lot of fat. Plus just the sheer amount of calories is staggering. So

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-86563279888039505402007-08-24T11:19:00.000-07:002007-08-24T12:21:49.035-07:00

I'm thinking maybe I should change the name of this blog to "Stuff That Sucks." If only because of the unbelievable multitude of stuff that really, really sucks that's out there. Someone needs to just stop and go through it all (See: Stuff That Sucks:: David, The Guy Who Registered The StuffThatSucks blogspot blog, Never Posts To It and has No Contact Info).Look, we all know the dangers of

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-77803774753551419692007-08-09T09:13:00.000-07:002007-08-24T12:23:45.324-07:00

Quite often, everyone just seems to love something that very obviously sucks swollen monkey balls. This is most certainly the case with the movie "Dreamgirls."Winner of two academy awards, most notably one for best supporting actress Jennifer Hudson, a decision I thought must have been made by gerbils. Now, truthfully, I only saw two of the four movies with actors nominated in this category,

Dappnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-65367772700376985012007-08-08T11:00:00.000-07:002007-08-24T15:01:25.781-07:00

Ah, Funky Butter. How beautifully backwards you are.Funky Butter, the five piece funk rock firedrill from NYC, gave their farewell performance this past weekend at the World Cafe Live in Philadelphia, PA. Though I only caught the last few songs of the night, they were all intricate and complex, challenging at times for a listener but always entertaining. The band has a song writing style all

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-72526632342377430812007-08-01T13:02:00.000-07:002007-08-22T18:57:15.270-07:00

Well, it appears to be in the shape of a Big Boy! Good God! He's back! Well, in many ways, the Big Boy never left, sir. He's always offered the same high-quality meals at competitive prices.Holy.Shit.I'm back.It's true. Loyal followers, unite! I have returned! And I'm just as pissed off as I used to be! Well, maybe not quite that pissed. It would be hard to ever really attain that level

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1113123953222158672005-04-10T01:50:00.000-07:002007-08-07T13:25:49.381-07:00

You've been served your ass::Nothing makes me pissed-er than when I have to spend a significant amount of money on some shit that's not even remotely my fault, and there's literally nothing I can do about it.Like when, in an effort to find a parking spot close to a venue we were supposed to play in one night (because incidentally the last time we had played at that particular place some bullshit

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1107936667395524672005-02-08T23:47:00.000-08:002005-02-09T00:11:07.396-08:00

Nasty Trolls with Big Tits:: Well it's happened. My friends are engaged. Like, all of them. Except, fittingly, the only one that I still hang out with. He's high and dry--just like me. So that's comforting. But the rest, my god the rest. My friends from high school, who, until about a year ago, before I joined the band, were my only friends, are all settling down. As if they ever

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1104220817961144822004-12-27T23:48:00.000-08:002004-12-28T00:00:17.963-08:00

Hair Today.... :: I think I'm losing it. My hair that is. My dad is mucho bald, and I always figured I'd go the same way, if for no other reason than that my Mom's dad was also mucho bald. So that old failsafe about where the actual genetic predisposition for hair loss comes from, not so safe in this case. The thing is, I've been shedding mad amounts of hair for years, with no visible

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1103455962998371652004-12-19T03:08:00.000-08:002004-12-19T03:39:24.050-08:00

That snot coffee:: We had a gig tonight. Simply put, we dominated. We played this huge brand new venue in center city, and the entire staff loves us there, not to toot our horn or anything. I think it's mainly because they have mostly singer/songwriter - guy with a guitar and cheesy lyrics, or whiny chic who's angry at the world kind of acts there, and it's refreshing to have a party band come

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1101284352288517402004-11-24T01:00:00.000-08:002004-11-24T00:21:32.803-08:00

On guard... Douche:: Simply put, Lon is a huge douche. Lon is a guy I kind of work for. I say "kind of" in the sense of "not really." You see... actually you know what, it's pretty complicated so just be content with the facts that he can't fire me and doesn't sign my paychecks, but, inexplicably, he's still in charge. The thing is, he's slightly southern, implying an accent, which under

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1097397975441712282004-10-10T01:12:00.000-07:002004-10-10T01:46:23.603-07:00

The Deep End:: Respect. What's sad is, the memory of being with a girl that I respect is fading. It's faded. I just can't remember what it's like. Does that make me a bad person? Or is it just that I choose not to simply give out respect? Could it be that everyone else just has low standards when it comes to whom they should show respect? Or am I just a prick? Well I definitely am a prick. No

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1097040999343095952004-10-05T22:12:00.000-07:002004-10-05T22:36:39.343-07:00

Idle Time:: Is this it? I'm so disappointed. Where's the glamour? The interesting people? Where's my life? Dave. Dave is my friend, my colleague, my mentor. At work, anyway. We also drink together sometimes. Dave has a wife and a new daughter and he's moving away. He's moving away to a better job in a nicer area that costs less and has better schools for his daughter. His daughter.

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1096430173291344472004-09-28T20:13:00.000-07:002004-09-28T21:41:49.260-07:00

Choices. Period. There come, infrequently, times in each person's life, or at least in my life, that suggest the cusp of an event; the beginning or end of something; an anticipation of newness; a kind of wonder and curiosity and fear of and about the future, a feeling I might compare to losing sight of the shore. These times simply evoke a feeling, a silent and perhaps unexplainable premonition

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1096007781547145962004-09-23T23:06:00.000-07:002004-09-23T23:38:02.673-07:00

If this van's a'rockin', don't come a'knockin':: Ahh....the eve of yet another journey bound to be fraught with awkward physical positions. Packing, trying out new toys that I plan to illicit much awe and envy with on the unbelieably long road to friggin' canada tomorrow. Well not really friggin' canada, but I could just about spit on Ottawa from the stage. Or so I'm told. Tomorrow The Blue

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1091866857853440422004-08-07T01:06:00.000-07:002004-08-09T13:14:28.710-07:00

Hell Phone:: Let me just say, right off the bat, that I just cannot grasp how amazingly idiotic cell phone companies are. The only way wireless carriers can succeed is if they prevent any problems from happening in the first place. Because once the tinest, most insigficant problem arises, the entire customer service division of any wireless company completely shuts down and morphs into a giant

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1090999493062328792004-07-28T00:03:00.000-07:002004-07-29T14:04:20.613-07:00

Goldfarb...Sandy Goldfarb:: Dude,let me tell you something about life that may save you some trouble, some aggravation and a little bit of time someday if you take it to heart: Rich people suck a big fat one. Now, obviously blanket statements like this one are nearly always wrong in some instances, because you can never really account for every little skewed outlier in the distribution. But

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1087964620305631842004-06-22T20:47:00.000-07:002004-06-27T21:38:11.080-07:00

Blend in the Clowns:: A quick aside that has nothing to do with anything. My new favorite song is Vibrate, by Rufus Wainwright. The first line is, "My phone's on vibrate for you." It's gold, jerry, gold. With that out of the way lets get to the meat. My blender, my poor precious blender, which I use without fail each and every single day, is no more. Due undoubtedly to the consistency of

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1085184525267303602004-05-21T16:35:00.000-07:002004-07-31T09:22:09.720-07:00

You're a Peein':: So, a journal is not a journal when you only write about trivial inconsequential shit that you think you can make sound funny. You have to be honest, you have to tell the gritty details in all their ugly accuracy no matter who is reading. So, that's what I'm going to do. I have returned from Europe for the third time. Each time I've gone it has changed my life. Not sweeping,

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1083736728832352072004-05-04T22:58:00.000-07:002004-05-04T23:01:59.966-07:00

Going Klunk in the Night:: I do not have time for Klunk. In fact, I do not have time for much, much more important things than Klunk, such as eating, and sleeping, and often times the blowing of noses, and generally most things, which are, in general, more important than Klunk. Sarah Klunk. A fitting name, as it sounds like something you would hit an intruder with should they happen to

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1083490543491221082004-05-02T02:35:00.000-07:002007-10-02T21:59:38.327-07:00

Matrixilated:: Ok, so I watched "The Matrix: Reloaded" again, because I refuse to believe that it sucks as bad as just about everyone says it does, and I hate to be the guy submitting half baked theories on directoral motivation in sci-fi movies, but hey, I am that guy so I guess I can deal with a little self-loathing. Right, so lets start off with the crazy shit, like when Neo gets to see

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1083310788444608072004-04-30T00:39:00.000-07:002007-10-02T21:59:38.334-07:00

Passion of the Cheese:: I think my ultimate goal is to just never need to sleep. Silly, you say? Unttainable you say? Misguided,you say? Well I say shut your pie hole, nobody asked for your crappy opinion, which, by the way, is stupid. Whoa. That's lack of sleep talking. Wait, no...that's me talking, I forgot, I'm a prick. So look, it's not like I don't like to sleep. I love to sleep.

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1080631756993966372004-03-29T23:29:00.000-08:002004-03-29T23:35:29.356-08:00

My Ants in Town:: Killing one or two is easy. Stomp, swap, smash, crush. That's all there is to it. One motion, no remorse, easy. But it doesn't matter. Ants. Fucking annoying. Killing ants isn't like killing a bear. Its not like ripping off a bandaid. Ants are like your sleeping grandmother on the couch at Christmas. Sure, she's not bothering you now, but it's only a matter of

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1080111316639014332004-03-23T22:55:00.000-08:002004-03-26T09:40:45.560-08:00

Brand New Car Smell Its gonna smell good. Like, new good. Brand spankin new good. Is how it will smell, I mean. I'm talking, of course, about my brand spankin new car, which I pick up tomorrow morning, and which will smell brand spankin new good. It will fill my nostrils with newness, and there shall be much rejoicing. So yeah, new car, finally. My old clunker has finally reached the end

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1079654386412350662004-03-18T15:59:00.000-08:002004-03-18T16:03:15.403-08:00

Careful not to step in my debt. I, finally and after long periods of the opposite, am on the fringe of being without debt. Well, that's not exactly true. Well, that is exactly true, but what's false is the implication, being that I was, up until now, and for allegedly long periods previously, in some sort of debt, which, in fact, I wasn't...sort of. the fact of the matter is, or was, at

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1078992084209882712004-03-11T00:01:00.000-08:002004-03-15T14:07:30.110-08:00

Frustrated with the idiocy of youth "hey well i dun feel like updatin bout nethin b4 2day cus nuttin happened neway so 2day i came bac 2 atlantic city and me an ava went 2 da beach but it was freezin so we came bac an messed wit pplz online (soo funni lol) then we went bac down2 tha beach an then afterwards we went bac 2 her house an went in tha hottub then bianca came ova so we stayed in

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1078654296458156632004-03-07T02:11:00.000-08:002004-03-07T02:13:49.403-08:00

My stand up routine. Declared hereunder for the first time ever, and possible last time, though not likely, whoa too many commas already in this sentence, is my new standup routine, which I have never, ever performed live and which stands a very good chance of never, ever being performed live by anyone, anywhere. These jokes are listed in no particular order, and without segues. Man, the

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1077606669804384462004-02-23T23:11:00.000-08:002004-02-23T23:13:54.420-08:00

Blow it out your exhaust pipe. What a person generally wants out of a car is for it simply to get them from point A to point B. Now that statement is a steaming pile of gooey festering elephant feces. In general, a person couldn't care less if their car got them about a half a block from point A and broke down, leaving them thousands if not millions of miles, if not lightyears away from

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1073818979406746172004-01-11T03:02:00.000-08:002004-01-15T14:20:20.763-08:00

Car you Retarded? Cars, sometimes, can make you throw your hands up into the air in frustration...in the middle of the street with hopes of getting hit by one. The maintenance, cleaning, maintenance, court costs, maintenance, vehicular homicide, and maintenace make cars very expensive, and stressful possessions. Sometimes, it may seem as though you're actually going to work for the sole

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1061950701955913922003-08-26T19:18:00.000-07:002003-08-26T19:18:29.316-07:00

This is an old post from :: 3 / 21 / 2003 :: Shit's a Wonderful Life Alright, so I did it. I didn't want to, and I was wholely against the idea from the start, but it was an emergency and I caved.I took a shit at work.Yeah, that's right, I took a big shit at work, and what are you gonna do about it, huh? That's what I thought.I hate doing it really. I mean you're in there, there's only one

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1061950657441148222003-08-26T19:17:00.000-07:002003-08-26T19:17:37.450-07:00

This is an old post from :: 2 / 24 / 2003 :: Apt Breaking News Flash: often times, apartment listing can be intentionally decieving.By this of course I mean that most apartment listing seem to bring to mind huge open spaces with sunlight streaming in through floor to ceiling windows and lush wall to wall carpeting in a beautiful, rockwellian neighborhood, that is so nice you almost want to vomit

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1061950613186282342003-08-26T19:16:00.000-07:002003-08-26T19:17:05.506-07:00

This is an old post from :: 2 / 10 / 2003 :: Snow Job Snow makes people idiots.Scratch that. People are idiots all on their own. Snow just helps to illustrate how idiotic they are.So I get up and its friday morning, luckily, because the prospect of spending more than one more consecutive day at my as of late spirit crushingly boring job makes me want to cut up my organs into bite size chunks

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1061950526964628362003-08-26T19:15:00.000-07:002003-08-26T19:16:23.250-07:00

This is an old post from :: 1 / 12 / 2003 :: Fear Nothing People with no talent or vision or insight are revered because they look a certain way, or sing certain songs that appeal to mass stupidity. And even these people are just pawns in a master plan formulated by huge coporations to make money, capitalizing on the predictability of the idiot masses. Because they're smarter than you. And

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1061950495151929432003-08-26T19:14:00.001-07:002003-08-26T19:14:55.173-07:00

This is an old post from :: 1 / 11 / 2003 :: Fat-tay People are so predictable. You can't change anybody. People are always gonna be fat, or stupid or ugly or have lupus, or whatever. It's never gonna change. And if it does, it will inevitably change back.Take geoff for instance. He's on a diet. Has been dieting and exercising for years now...dropped a ton of weight. I'm in his car

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1061950463688024922003-08-26T19:14:00.000-07:002003-08-26T19:14:23.700-07:00

This is an old post from :: 1 / 9 / 2003 :: Not Really's My life is full of not really'sI work a job I don't really like.I get to and from it in a car that I don't really own.I come home to people that don't really know me.I live in a house that's not really mine.I have friends but we're not really close.I know women but we're not really together.I'm not really a little, not really alot.I'd like

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1061950431637518732003-08-26T19:13:00.000-07:002003-08-26T19:13:51.663-07:00

This is an old post from :: 1 / 9 / 2003 :: Hardly Workin' work.work blows.I'm at work. And it is currently blowing. They pay me alot though, and that's a plus, but is it really worth putting up with the degree to which it blows? A difficult question on many levels.So I've come to the conclusion that most work really sucks, but my work sucks even more. this is because I work in a technical,

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1061950367100904312003-08-26T19:12:00.000-07:002003-08-26T19:13:07.656-07:00

This is an old post from :: 12 / 14 / 2002 :: Goddamn Morals.... I'm sick of being that guy.I'm sick of being the guy they call while their boyfriend is out of town, or because he lives 500 miles away, or because they're "taking a break", which is really just a glorified way of saying that one of them had other options they wanted to pursue for a little while, but without the risk of losing the

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1061950319165178822003-08-26T19:11:00.001-07:002003-08-26T19:12:13.180-07:00

This is an old post from :: 8 / 10 / 2000 :: I Nose My Rights Look, just admit it, you've picked your nose.We've all done it. Now I know, it's "gross" And it's "unsanitary" and it may even be a little "coo-coo", but you know, deep down inside in places you don't like to talk about at parties, you know that you've felt something...something deep inside your nasal cavity making it difficult for

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1061950287052924372003-08-26T19:11:00.000-07:002003-08-26T19:11:27.080-07:00

This is an old post from :: 6 / 28 / 2000 Air conditioning. That's all I really need. When it comes down to it, as long as I have air conditioning, I can scrape some happinees off the floor. I prefer to be cold. Slightly at least. I'm not a fan of the sticky, sweaty, smelly morning blah, waking up in your own stink, peeling open your eyes which had been painted shut by the heat induced goo

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1061950257480643062003-08-26T19:10:00.001-07:002003-08-26T19:10:57.513-07:00

This is an old post from :: 6 / 14 / 2000 I've never been a fan of antiquity. I'm not old fashioned, I don't collect...things. I'm modern. I have digital cable, electric guitars, and the internet. I enjoy technology. But, alas, technology comes at its price. And, double alas, I have no money. Being poor sucks a big fat ass. Not that I'm destitute, or anything. I mean, I live in my

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1061950217911656222003-08-26T19:10:00.000-07:002003-08-26T19:10:17.943-07:00

This is an old post from :: 6 / 9 / 2000 There they were, as I came over the hill, speeding toward me, confident, menacing. They teased me a little bit, laughing at me, as I cringed and shrunk. They forced me to react, and then made me think.Headlights.They were bright. Seemed brighter than normal headlights do, but I think my eyes were just accustomed to the dark. After all, it was late.

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1061950172587845802003-08-26T19:09:00.000-07:002003-08-26T19:09:32.623-07:00

This is an old post from :: 5 / 19 / 2000 There are many things in this world that absolutely suck...diarreah, that asshole with the subwoofer in his pinto next to you at the stoplight, your ex-best friend's manipulative whore/bitch girlfriend who makes me completely nauseated with her stupid little baby voice...but the things that are pissing me off this week are cd burners and

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1061950131282866012003-08-26T19:08:00.000-07:002003-08-26T19:08:51.353-07:00

This is an old post from :: 5 / 10 / 2000 The thing about staying up all night is, you're up all frickin night. Now I'm not talking about your wild, all night party where there's alcohol and loose women and mind expanding drugs. No no no. I'm talking about your boring, hellish, I'd -rather- be- operating- on- my- own- eyeballs than- be- here- doing- this -stupid -shit -all -night all

Dappnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5484738.post-1061950068240692142003-08-26T19:07:00.001-07:002003-08-26T19:08:17.066-07:00

This is an old post from :: 5 / 7 / 2000 So let me just say I admire their bravery, but enough is enough. I had the extreme displeasure of enduring 50 minutes of high school students mutilating well known works of music. There were violinists, pianists, and of course the most humbling...vocalists. Now I'm sure as high school students go, these were pretty decent, but as musicians go, they

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This is an old post from :: 5 / 4 / 2000 Fucking foreigners.You know, I really shouldn't make generalizations like that.Fucking Stamen. He's fucking foreign.He's really starting to piss me off, with his all too american winks and his not using any pronouns. Where does he get off? Stamen is the foreign kid who is in my group for Statistics class. And let me tell you, he's about to become one

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This is an old post from :: 5 / 3 / 2000 Now admit it, there's a lot to be said for infomercials. Now they may not all represent the best and brightest products on the market, but you know you love 'em, and you know you've fallen for at least one of the "as seen on TV" gimmicks. Don't lie.You know, deep down inside in places that you don't like to talk about at parties, you know that you

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This is an old post from :: 5 / 3 / 2000 Let's face it. I have bizarre dreams. There's really no way around it. Now by bizarre, I don't mean the kind of funny, sort of HA HA dreams that you tell at parties and make into movies. No sir. I have the weird, disturbing sort of dreams that you ponder late at night along with the ontological necessity of man's existential dilemma and scrapple and

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This is an old post from :: 5 / 2 / 2000 So called "student leaders" suck my ass. Not literally of course, because I wouldn't let a "student leader" get anywhere near any part of me, especially my ass. I fear that if one did stray from the single file, follow-the-mindless-slob-in-front-of-me path of the "student leader" so as to get within close proximity of my ass, I might feel the need to

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This is an old post from :: 4 / 27 / 2000 So called "student leaders" suck my ass. Not literally of course, because I wouldn't let a "student leader" get anywhere near any part of me, especially my ass. I fear that if one did stray from the single file, follow-the-mindless-slob-in-front-of-me path of the "student leader" so as to get within close proximity of my ass, I might feel the need to

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This is an old post from :: 4 / 18 / 2000 :: Feel The burn Clearly human beings are not meant to be that big. Too big, that's what they are. By "they," of course I mean the bulky, bulging behemoths that frequent the weight room. Now I'm not knocking the beloved pastime of working out. Oh no, not at all, for of that crime I too am guilty. But really there's just no need to be that

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This is an old post from :: 4 - 17 - 2000 I suppose now I have an audience.Well technically I don't have an audience yet since no oneknows that I'm doing this, except Amy of course, but as you (when I say you what I really mean is the collective, plural you consisting mainly of Amy) will inevitably learn, she doesn't really count as an audience.Anyway, to start things off, lets talk about me.

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Alright, so I did it. I didn't want to, and I was wholely against the idea from the start, but it was an emergency and I caved. I took a shit at work. Yeah, that's right, I took a big shit at work, and what are you gonna do about it, huh? That's what I thought. I hate doing it really. I mean you're in there, there's only one stall and one urinal. Everyone knows everyone else. They know

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