so what? what difference does it make if i actually totally dig a few classic rock hits?
i mean, they haven't all played out yet.
10cc's "the things we do for love" and "i'm not in love"
crosby stills nash & young - "carry on"
so screw your righteous closeminded bullshit.
and you have a good day.
Friday, April 11, 2003
fight the real enemy (with apologies to sinead)
the real enemy are parking patrol officers. let's bomb them instead. how can you turn against your fellow human beings like that? everybody needs to make a buck, but come on. you have serious self-hate issues if you're a parking person. no question. and likely, a jones for powertripping.
in college, we used to bomb them by throwing various food items we stole from the cafeteria (what can i say, i was 19). hell, my roommate (or was it my brother?) saved eggs for like weeks/months (can't recall) and threw 'em. that must have been fun.
then again, the college parking fuckers were total Nazis.
parking people - they can't make all that much money and i'd bet it's hourly. the upside would be that you're working by yourself a lot and moving at your own speed. i wonder if they have a quota? people always suggest that but i've never known anyone to ever confirm it yes or no.
i see the same mother fuckers every day in this part of San Francisco, in Potrero hill. i walk down 16th every day and see all the junkies and various peeps.
the same dealer-looking black dude who's always sitting somewhere with people around him, he with the big fucking boil on the side of his face. yeah, you read that right.
anyway, this part of the city just isn't as exciting.
i actually miss the chaos of downtown. however, i like learning about the various areas of the city.
even the peets is too damn slow, but i go there because i need my good lattes to be strong and of good moral character.
they move soooo muchhhh slower at this peets, damn.
i wanna be in and outta there in 5 minutes, not 15.
however, the Mexican women (all quite short, i noted today) at New York Bagel next door (with jamba juice inbetween - i'm an eager patron of all three) keep their shit moving. they're on it, usually. they get a gold star today.
i found a random bra on the sidewalk the other day on alabama. i wondered "from whence does this bra come? was it stolen clothing and they forgot something? was it a woman on her way to do laundry and dropped it after finding out she was going to be late getting home to watch the conclusion of "joe millionaire." maybe it was some girl on her way home early in the morning after an unplanned one-nighter with Joey down at the Ill Perata. i estimated it to be about a B cup, though i didn't pick it up, so i'll never know.
i saw an inordinate amount of people riding scooters today. what's up with that? motorized scooters, mind you, not those shitty ones you have to use your own inept human power. who needs human power for that shit anyway? we're a civilized society, right? we shouldn't be forced to move from place to place by ourselves? we need help from machines! yes yes yes!
i'm putting my headphones back on.
because i'm still here working at aol music. it's difficult work i tell you. very very difficult. only one to three people in afghanistan could do what i'm doing right now.
remember that next election.
Drop the right kind of bomb
and also, this is, at least, something to think about.
Statue toppling wasn't what it seemed
the U.S. government, manipulating the media? no way, it can't be. i just don't believe it. i saw it on tv. it MUST be true.
the real enemy are parking patrol officers. let's bomb them instead. how can you turn against your fellow human beings like that? everybody needs to make a buck, but come on. you have serious self-hate issues if you're a parking person. no question. and likely, a jones for powertripping.
in college, we used to bomb them by throwing various food items we stole from the cafeteria (what can i say, i was 19). hell, my roommate (or was it my brother?) saved eggs for like weeks/months (can't recall) and threw 'em. that must have been fun.
then again, the college parking fuckers were total Nazis.
parking people - they can't make all that much money and i'd bet it's hourly. the upside would be that you're working by yourself a lot and moving at your own speed. i wonder if they have a quota? people always suggest that but i've never known anyone to ever confirm it yes or no.
i see the same mother fuckers every day in this part of San Francisco, in Potrero hill. i walk down 16th every day and see all the junkies and various peeps.
the same dealer-looking black dude who's always sitting somewhere with people around him, he with the big fucking boil on the side of his face. yeah, you read that right.
anyway, this part of the city just isn't as exciting.
i actually miss the chaos of downtown. however, i like learning about the various areas of the city.
even the peets is too damn slow, but i go there because i need my good lattes to be strong and of good moral character.
they move soooo muchhhh slower at this peets, damn.
i wanna be in and outta there in 5 minutes, not 15.
however, the Mexican women (all quite short, i noted today) at New York Bagel next door (with jamba juice inbetween - i'm an eager patron of all three) keep their shit moving. they're on it, usually. they get a gold star today.
i found a random bra on the sidewalk the other day on alabama. i wondered "from whence does this bra come? was it stolen clothing and they forgot something? was it a woman on her way to do laundry and dropped it after finding out she was going to be late getting home to watch the conclusion of "joe millionaire." maybe it was some girl on her way home early in the morning after an unplanned one-nighter with Joey down at the Ill Perata. i estimated it to be about a B cup, though i didn't pick it up, so i'll never know.
i saw an inordinate amount of people riding scooters today. what's up with that? motorized scooters, mind you, not those shitty ones you have to use your own inept human power. who needs human power for that shit anyway? we're a civilized society, right? we shouldn't be forced to move from place to place by ourselves? we need help from machines! yes yes yes!
i'm putting my headphones back on.
because i'm still here working at aol music. it's difficult work i tell you. very very difficult. only one to three people in afghanistan could do what i'm doing right now.
remember that next election.
Drop the right kind of bomb
and also, this is, at least, something to think about.
Statue toppling wasn't what it seemed
the U.S. government, manipulating the media? no way, it can't be. i just don't believe it. i saw it on tv. it MUST be true.
i am the type of person that tries to avoid conflict at all costs.
so it's understandable to you, then, that i don't always like to tell the friendly folks at ny bagel here in potrero hill (16th and potrero, the safeway strip mall of sorts that was once labeled the "dot-com shopping mall" by a former coworker at Listen.com - of course, that same person today denies he ever uttered such words..that's another pet peeve of mine...people who say they didn't say the things they really did say! yeah!) to make it light on the cream cheese.
having to make "special Orders" my entire life thanks to my extreme pickiness regarding eating (i have texture issues fuck off), i hate having to go above and beyond the norm, especially in the morning, when i'm at my worst usually.
so it's understandable to you, then, that i don't always like to tell the friendly folks at ny bagel here in potrero hill (16th and potrero, the safeway strip mall of sorts that was once labeled the "dot-com shopping mall" by a former coworker at Listen.com - of course, that same person today denies he ever uttered such words..that's another pet peeve of mine...people who say they didn't say the things they really did say! yeah!) to make it light on the cream cheese.
having to make "special Orders" my entire life thanks to my extreme pickiness regarding eating (i have texture issues fuck off), i hate having to go above and beyond the norm, especially in the morning, when i'm at my worst usually.
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
it's the most wonderful time, of the year...
so it's one of those "historical days" type and what have i got for you?
well, jackhammer, take a look at this wonderful piece of the pie.
remember to wear your blankets.
from AllHipHop
"After 2 years in jail, ODB has reinvented himself with a new name - Dirt McGirt ODB. 'He's coming out & feels its time to start over & take the world by storm,' manager Jared Weisfeld told AllHipHop.com. 'He's going to be Ol' Dirty Businessman now.' ODB will release a line of underwear & clothing line this year. Dirt has assumed different monikers including the infamous Big Baby Jesus."
now see man, i LOVED big baby jesus. why did odb have to lost that name? that was a good one, damn you pencil neck.
i loved that shit.
more than vanilla d.
more than pechunka c.
and you know the drill.
damn, where is mc 900 foot jesus today?
the last song on the new white stripes album is pretty funny.
i'm officially trendy - i purchased tickets to see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs in san francisco.
i guess i've sold out too.
fuck, what will the indie kids say to me now?
gravy is not as good as i say it is. gravy is just a fun word to say.
i'm using a laptop right now.
i have sweat coming from my naked skin.
too bad i'm not nude (there is a difference you know).
i have always hated pencils.
weasels aren't that cool.
my bowling pin kicks ass.
lame ass gelatin never works out.
people love vanilla ice cream.
don't they?
grandma always loved soup.
yes, she did.
my left eye hurts.
thanks a lot liz phair.
where are thou liz?
oh yeah, they toppled the saddam statue today.
or should i say, yesterday, since, we here in the bay area are 11 hours behind them.
so right now it's nearly 11 a.m. in baghdad.
b.o.b. indeed.
fierce fighting continues.
now we just need to figure out a way to get bush out of office.
dammit jim, i'm a piercer not a protector.
lay me down to sleep, soul breakers
your king stinks.
keep on wearing those eggshells, monsignor.
they'll look great with your hat.
see you real soon numbchucks!
your favorite pontiff in the whole wide fucking world,
pantry clump
so it's one of those "historical days" type and what have i got for you?
well, jackhammer, take a look at this wonderful piece of the pie.
remember to wear your blankets.
from AllHipHop
"After 2 years in jail, ODB has reinvented himself with a new name - Dirt McGirt ODB. 'He's coming out & feels its time to start over & take the world by storm,' manager Jared Weisfeld told AllHipHop.com. 'He's going to be Ol' Dirty Businessman now.' ODB will release a line of underwear & clothing line this year. Dirt has assumed different monikers including the infamous Big Baby Jesus."
now see man, i LOVED big baby jesus. why did odb have to lost that name? that was a good one, damn you pencil neck.
i loved that shit.
more than vanilla d.
more than pechunka c.
and you know the drill.
damn, where is mc 900 foot jesus today?
the last song on the new white stripes album is pretty funny.
i'm officially trendy - i purchased tickets to see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs in san francisco.
i guess i've sold out too.
fuck, what will the indie kids say to me now?
gravy is not as good as i say it is. gravy is just a fun word to say.
i'm using a laptop right now.
i have sweat coming from my naked skin.
too bad i'm not nude (there is a difference you know).
i have always hated pencils.
weasels aren't that cool.
my bowling pin kicks ass.
lame ass gelatin never works out.
people love vanilla ice cream.
don't they?
grandma always loved soup.
yes, she did.
my left eye hurts.
thanks a lot liz phair.
where are thou liz?
oh yeah, they toppled the saddam statue today.
or should i say, yesterday, since, we here in the bay area are 11 hours behind them.
so right now it's nearly 11 a.m. in baghdad.
b.o.b. indeed.
fierce fighting continues.
now we just need to figure out a way to get bush out of office.
dammit jim, i'm a piercer not a protector.
lay me down to sleep, soul breakers
your king stinks.
keep on wearing those eggshells, monsignor.
they'll look great with your hat.
see you real soon numbchucks!
your favorite pontiff in the whole wide fucking world,
pantry clump
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
I love elephants so much
and also....some words of wisdom from our good ol' pal, will shakeyspears.
Hail Ceasar?
"Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor, for patriotism is indeed a double-edged sword. It both emboldens the blood, just as it narrows the mind. And when the drums of war have reached a fever pitch and the blood boils with hate and the mind has closed, the leader will have no need in seizing the rights of the citizenry. Rather, the citizenry, infused with fear and blinded by patriotism, will offer up all of their rights unto the leader and gladly so. How do I know? For this is what I have done. And
I am Caesar."
-- Julius Caesar
and also....some words of wisdom from our good ol' pal, will shakeyspears.
Hail Ceasar?
"Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor, for patriotism is indeed a double-edged sword. It both emboldens the blood, just as it narrows the mind. And when the drums of war have reached a fever pitch and the blood boils with hate and the mind has closed, the leader will have no need in seizing the rights of the citizenry. Rather, the citizenry, infused with fear and blinded by patriotism, will offer up all of their rights unto the leader and gladly so. How do I know? For this is what I have done. And
I am Caesar."
-- Julius Caesar
so much to talk about and so little to say in the amount of time we have oh dear lord.
goodness gracious, i got me stored up in a turnpike.
looks like salad again, at least for ol' uncle grumpa.
so yeah.. i can't believe all this shit of late. the latest greatness is the oakland police shooting rubber bullets and wooden pellets at the nonviolent demonstrators. even the longshoremen, who the PD was supposedly protecting, were hit in the crossfire and one fellow even commented that there was no need for that kind of force.
lame.
but such is life now.
turmoil turmoil turmoil.
and yes, more turmoil.
and drama too.
cakes cakes cakes.
everybody loves cakes.
too bad you can't have anymore cake, for i have taken that cake and laid it to rest for someone else to enjoy.
hey hey hey.
larry decided to drop me off at the fisherman's lodge today.
grandma chicken decided it was a good day to take medicine.
medicine man no hands can they sand a man bland cand.
canned wheat makes me feel funny in the summertime.
canned heat is going up to the country.
strumming all the way.
fiery depths of hell await your masterful goodness.
too bad i wore shoes today.
i would have liked to have had bacon and spaghetti.
i went to pakwan today in the mission. that is a fine pakistani establishment, i must say.
sure, the counter help is a bit, errrm, stern and/or cantankerous, but hey, they serve up hearty dishes of steaming hot goodness.
god, i could be writing a damn porno right now.
and then we wandered off into the back, her sweaty back exposed under the gaudy fluorescent light, the polyester clinging to her round, supple ass like a sopping wet sheet.
see, i rule america and the free world of china.
english speaking people please do not apply.
your face does not apply.
you are not an animal.
you are a robot.
you are so beautiful.
to meeeee.
can't you seeee.
ribbit.
niblet.
baked ham is never better this time of year..Kurds love ham.
people often believe i am asian.
yep.
they do.
some people. a few of them at least.
dammit jim, i'm a doctor not a bricklayer.
or a hypodermic needle.
stabbing is better.
scabs are better.
luscious jackson is not better.
make love to milkmaids tomorrow.
suck mammals.
territorial dressings,
timmmmiiiiiiiiii
goodness gracious, i got me stored up in a turnpike.
looks like salad again, at least for ol' uncle grumpa.
so yeah.. i can't believe all this shit of late. the latest greatness is the oakland police shooting rubber bullets and wooden pellets at the nonviolent demonstrators. even the longshoremen, who the PD was supposedly protecting, were hit in the crossfire and one fellow even commented that there was no need for that kind of force.
lame.
but such is life now.
turmoil turmoil turmoil.
and yes, more turmoil.
and drama too.
cakes cakes cakes.
everybody loves cakes.
too bad you can't have anymore cake, for i have taken that cake and laid it to rest for someone else to enjoy.
hey hey hey.
larry decided to drop me off at the fisherman's lodge today.
grandma chicken decided it was a good day to take medicine.
medicine man no hands can they sand a man bland cand.
canned wheat makes me feel funny in the summertime.
canned heat is going up to the country.
strumming all the way.
fiery depths of hell await your masterful goodness.
too bad i wore shoes today.
i would have liked to have had bacon and spaghetti.
i went to pakwan today in the mission. that is a fine pakistani establishment, i must say.
sure, the counter help is a bit, errrm, stern and/or cantankerous, but hey, they serve up hearty dishes of steaming hot goodness.
god, i could be writing a damn porno right now.
and then we wandered off into the back, her sweaty back exposed under the gaudy fluorescent light, the polyester clinging to her round, supple ass like a sopping wet sheet.
see, i rule america and the free world of china.
english speaking people please do not apply.
your face does not apply.
you are not an animal.
you are a robot.
you are so beautiful.
to meeeee.
can't you seeee.
ribbit.
niblet.
baked ham is never better this time of year..Kurds love ham.
people often believe i am asian.
yep.
they do.
some people. a few of them at least.
dammit jim, i'm a doctor not a bricklayer.
or a hypodermic needle.
stabbing is better.
scabs are better.
luscious jackson is not better.
make love to milkmaids tomorrow.
suck mammals.
territorial dressings,
timmmmiiiiiiiiii
Thursday, April 03, 2003
take care good and faithful servants, for the hour is close at hand.
or maybe not.
who the hell knows or cares.
all i know is, where's my baked goods?
day 2 on the non-smoking tip....it's strange. but clearing my head slowly but surely.
because, i must be ready for possibly being called up with arms. cuz, i don't like legs. i need my arms. ok i need my legs too.
fucking bullshit, i tell you.
i'm mad as hell and i'm not going to take it anymore.
i'm full of self-doubt and pity and i'm not going to take it anymore.
somehow i have to get past the wall of self-doubt and fear of success. i'm sick of seeing shit happen for other people and me choosing to do nothing rather than TRY.
am i just lazy?
maybe.
stinky?
sure.
it's cuz my diet sucks.
i wish i wish i wish.,
fuck pigs.
glue your eyelids together.
or maybe not.
who the hell knows or cares.
all i know is, where's my baked goods?
day 2 on the non-smoking tip....it's strange. but clearing my head slowly but surely.
because, i must be ready for possibly being called up with arms. cuz, i don't like legs. i need my arms. ok i need my legs too.
fucking bullshit, i tell you.
i'm mad as hell and i'm not going to take it anymore.
i'm full of self-doubt and pity and i'm not going to take it anymore.
somehow i have to get past the wall of self-doubt and fear of success. i'm sick of seeing shit happen for other people and me choosing to do nothing rather than TRY.
am i just lazy?
maybe.
stinky?
sure.
it's cuz my diet sucks.
i wish i wish i wish.,
fuck pigs.
glue your eyelids together.
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