[ pay to cum indeed! ]
CONGRATULATIONS jack on 25 years of THE BIG TAKEOVER... more on this later. i'm late for work!
wednsday 14 december, 2005 (early AM edition)
CONGRATULATIONS jack on 25 years of THE BIG TAKEOVER... more on this later. i'm late for work!
CONGRATULATIONS jack on 25 years of THE BIG TAKEOVER... more on this later. i'm late for work!
tuesday 13 december, 2005
you know what i hate probably more than anything? people accusing me of doing stuff i'm just not doing.
and this is what it feels like.
[ domo arigato mr roboto ]
you know what i hate probably more than anything? people accusing me of doing stuff i'm just not doing.
and this is what it feels like.
monday 12 december, 2005
i was looking at creem's archive website, and a couple keen cheap trick pages today... tom petersson
still looks ace! he designs 12-string basses! woo!
the bunezuela
this man ^ made me smoke tareyton 100's... at least no one ever bummed them off of me. so now i can see why people have midlife crises and want to return to their teens... that was some great shit! and getting those first-time feelings all over again... oh brother... it's a little overwhelming!
i made this on sunday:
the dePfeffel
i sent a link of it to the guy who runs boriswatch.com and... no words of praise or horror. yet.
the neocons, as we like to call them, are insane dangerous theocrats who truly believe they are doing the work of god by bringing the apocalypse. "when the last tree falls, there will be fire" and christ will return. it goes much deeper and darker than just returning favours and keeping their oil friends fat and happy. why can't more people see this? they are here to destroy us, and the planet, and they must be stopped.
so, everybody sing!
Au revoir, auf wiedersehen
You won't see another morning, you won't see another evening
Good night
Buenos noches oh senor
Senorita see ya later, buenos noches bye-bye
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is a joke
And for you we sing this final song
For you there is no hope
Sayonara, oh suicide
hari kari, kamikaze, you won't see another evening
Goodbye
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is a joke
And for you we sing this final song
For you there is no hope
Bye-bye so long, farewell
See you later....suicide
Suicide
Suicide
Suicide
(this is the abridged version without all the zander-screaming and yelping at the end)
if you don't know this song, you certainly should. just 'cos it kicks ass! i'm not *all* doom and gloom you know.
[ you won't see another morning
you won't see another evening goodnight ]
you won't see another evening goodnight ]
i was looking at creem's archive website, and a couple keen cheap trick pages today... tom petersson
still looks ace! he designs 12-string basses! woo!the bunezuela
this man ^ made me smoke tareyton 100's... at least no one ever bummed them off of me. so now i can see why people have midlife crises and want to return to their teens... that was some great shit! and getting those first-time feelings all over again... oh brother... it's a little overwhelming!
i made this on sunday:
the dePfeffel
i sent a link of it to the guy who runs boriswatch.com and... no words of praise or horror. yet.
the neocons, as we like to call them, are insane dangerous theocrats who truly believe they are doing the work of god by bringing the apocalypse. "when the last tree falls, there will be fire" and christ will return. it goes much deeper and darker than just returning favours and keeping their oil friends fat and happy. why can't more people see this? they are here to destroy us, and the planet, and they must be stopped.
so, everybody sing!
Au revoir, auf wiedersehen
You won't see another morning, you won't see another evening
Good night
Buenos noches oh senor
Senorita see ya later, buenos noches bye-bye
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is a joke
And for you we sing this final song
For you there is no hope
Sayonara, oh suicide
hari kari, kamikaze, you won't see another evening
Goodbye
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is a joke
And for you we sing this final song
For you there is no hope
Bye-bye so long, farewell
See you later....suicide
Suicide
Suicide
Suicide
(this is the abridged version without all the zander-screaming and yelping at the end)
if you don't know this song, you certainly should. just 'cos it kicks ass! i'm not *all* doom and gloom you know.
wednesday 7 december, 2005
since i've been getting home by 5:15 every evening, i've become re-addicted to the weakest link and now, eggheads. i like to think that watching general knowledge quiz shows will keep my brain sharp. man am i deluded! but i kick some serious quiz show ass when i'm sitting on the sofa. i do try my hand at university challenge from time to time and... well, it is quite the reality check.
going back home to NYC in october really knocked me for a loop. i had no idea how emotional it would be. who knows when i'll see any of the sights i grew up with again. funnily enough i didn't set foot in williamsburg or the lower east side, but i think the reasons for that are obvious enough. if i'm going to have any memories of the city of my birth, i'd rather they be the enchanted-optimistic-childhood ones and not the gritty-depressed-noisy-ugly ones. i do regret not seeing enough of my friends but the reasons for that are many and deep. i guess i'm supposed to bare my soul on here but it's just not going to happen, not today anyway. i do apologise though, maybe i just didn't try hard enough. now THERE'S a tombstone inscription.
maybe i just didn't try hard enough. sounds about right.
here's me looking at warhol's wall of soup.
at the new nyc MOMA (which is fantastic & we were in there for about 6 hours) people kept asking me for directions cos they thought i worked there. just because a girl wears a tie, vest & wool navy coat why do the normals assume i am in public service? oh, never mind. william wegman's short films were fantastic, what a sense of humour!
before i disappeared off the face of the blog-earth i found this:
Bushco's How-To manual:
When the truth does not suit our purposes do the following:
1. Hide it, if it gets out anyway go to step 2
2. Deny it, if it persists anyway go to step 3
3. Distort it, if they aren't fooled go to step 4
4. Manufacture a competing truth, if that doesn't work go to step 5
5. Attack the source of the truth
Note: On really important matters steps 2-5 should be performed simultaneously.
david cameron could be the next dubya, he's too young, too smug, and he's surrounded by a neat little coven of even more young-and-smug. and he's branded his all-too amorphous campaign as 'compassionate conservatism'... now where have i heard that before? more empty buzzwords. fuck off.
math. it sucks. just keep it away from me...
[ getting down just for the funk of it ]
since i've been getting home by 5:15 every evening, i've become re-addicted to the weakest link and now, eggheads. i like to think that watching general knowledge quiz shows will keep my brain sharp. man am i deluded! but i kick some serious quiz show ass when i'm sitting on the sofa. i do try my hand at university challenge from time to time and... well, it is quite the reality check.
going back home to NYC in october really knocked me for a loop. i had no idea how emotional it would be. who knows when i'll see any of the sights i grew up with again. funnily enough i didn't set foot in williamsburg or the lower east side, but i think the reasons for that are obvious enough. if i'm going to have any memories of the city of my birth, i'd rather they be the enchanted-optimistic-childhood ones and not the gritty-depressed-noisy-ugly ones. i do regret not seeing enough of my friends but the reasons for that are many and deep. i guess i'm supposed to bare my soul on here but it's just not going to happen, not today anyway. i do apologise though, maybe i just didn't try hard enough. now THERE'S a tombstone inscription.
here's me looking at warhol's wall of soup.
at the new nyc MOMA (which is fantastic & we were in there for about 6 hours) people kept asking me for directions cos they thought i worked there. just because a girl wears a tie, vest & wool navy coat why do the normals assume i am in public service? oh, never mind. william wegman's short films were fantastic, what a sense of humour!
before i disappeared off the face of the blog-earth i found this:
Bushco's How-To manual:
When the truth does not suit our purposes do the following:
1. Hide it, if it gets out anyway go to step 2
2. Deny it, if it persists anyway go to step 3
3. Distort it, if they aren't fooled go to step 4
4. Manufacture a competing truth, if that doesn't work go to step 5
5. Attack the source of the truth
Note: On really important matters steps 2-5 should be performed simultaneously.
david cameron could be the next dubya, he's too young, too smug, and he's surrounded by a neat little coven of even more young-and-smug. and he's branded his all-too amorphous campaign as 'compassionate conservatism'... now where have i heard that before? more empty buzzwords. fuck off.
math. it sucks. just keep it away from me...
tuesday 6 december, 2005
i haven't done an update in so long, i forgot that tables collapse when there's no text in them. so for about 20 minutes i was a'cussin & a'fussin over, well... nothing. and so it goes.
more tomorrow. sorry but 'the 40 year-old virgin' and seinfeld series 5 & 6 has arrived in the post. so much for being productive!
my 'plan' if you can call it that, is to really upgrade the graphics & fun bits on this page... more bells and whistles if you will. in the interim, take a look at this cheeky goat!
cheeky!
laters.
[ my brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare ]
i haven't done an update in so long, i forgot that tables collapse when there's no text in them. so for about 20 minutes i was a'cussin & a'fussin over, well... nothing. and so it goes.
more tomorrow. sorry but 'the 40 year-old virgin' and seinfeld series 5 & 6 has arrived in the post. so much for being productive!
my 'plan' if you can call it that, is to really upgrade the graphics & fun bits on this page... more bells and whistles if you will. in the interim, take a look at this cheeky goat!
cheeky!
laters.
