Helly Everybody!!
I don't even know where to begin, which is partially why I didn't get around to doing this yesterday. Let's suffice it to say that, even in my very dull life, a lot has happened since I last bothered to post.
A random recap of thoughts, adventures, and minutiae (which is really what it's all about):
--Hey, I've been here for over a year now! Fucking hip-hip-horay.
--Shopping for vinyl is worlds apart from regular used record shopping. No annoying clinking of jewel cases, no used copies of your favorite, life changing albums, no utterly horrible finds (even the shit you run across is more amusing than disturbing), and cheap as fuck. I picked up the eponymous first records by the Pretenders and the Violent Femmes for about 9 total (roughly the cost of one of 'em on CD, used).
--The Decemberists kick fucking ass. Anyone with an ounce of taste should buy this album; anyone who digs music and has an English major should be required to own it. And it's just plain tasty.
--Finally got around to watching "The Godfather," and half of the second film (fucking video store...gave us one wrong disc). I have to say, while these films are extraordinary and excellent and so forth, I could name a dozen others in the film canon that I'd give a higher rating.
--After nearly a week of time spent in the company of friends (consecutive time), I'm ready to explode. I've always said I need my alone time as I need oxygen, and last week went far to proving this.
--My friend Jack has conceived of a new world that he'll be writing and drawing a graphic novel based on. It will be an ongoing series loosely based on angels and an apocalyptic scenario, and the roving cast will include characters based on many of his friends (& thus my friends). It sounds cheesy in summary, but it's not. Well, no more so than anything so blatantly geeky. Also, I get to do some writing on it. I guess that friend of yours majoring in creative writing is good for something, right? Write.
--I apologize for that pun.
--Chuck Palahniuk's latest book, "Haunted," seriously jumped the shark. It also sucked ass in a lot of ways. Saving grace: since it's more a collection of short stories than a novel (though it is a novel), a couple of the short stories were genuinely good. One was actually creepy as fuck. Still...Chuck, the shtick is over. We get it. Now try writing a compound fucking sentence.
I'm already bored with reporting my inane observations. I'd really rather go home an smoke a cigarette, make some dinner, and watch a tape of "Babylon 5" (don't judge me!) than sit here in this over-air conditioned computer lab, so adios.
Fucking Karl Rove.
I don't even know where to begin, which is partially why I didn't get around to doing this yesterday. Let's suffice it to say that, even in my very dull life, a lot has happened since I last bothered to post.
A random recap of thoughts, adventures, and minutiae (which is really what it's all about):
--Hey, I've been here for over a year now! Fucking hip-hip-horay.
--Shopping for vinyl is worlds apart from regular used record shopping. No annoying clinking of jewel cases, no used copies of your favorite, life changing albums, no utterly horrible finds (even the shit you run across is more amusing than disturbing), and cheap as fuck. I picked up the eponymous first records by the Pretenders and the Violent Femmes for about 9 total (roughly the cost of one of 'em on CD, used).
--The Decemberists kick fucking ass. Anyone with an ounce of taste should buy this album; anyone who digs music and has an English major should be required to own it. And it's just plain tasty.
--Finally got around to watching "The Godfather," and half of the second film (fucking video store...gave us one wrong disc). I have to say, while these films are extraordinary and excellent and so forth, I could name a dozen others in the film canon that I'd give a higher rating.
--After nearly a week of time spent in the company of friends (consecutive time), I'm ready to explode. I've always said I need my alone time as I need oxygen, and last week went far to proving this.
--My friend Jack has conceived of a new world that he'll be writing and drawing a graphic novel based on. It will be an ongoing series loosely based on angels and an apocalyptic scenario, and the roving cast will include characters based on many of his friends (& thus my friends). It sounds cheesy in summary, but it's not. Well, no more so than anything so blatantly geeky. Also, I get to do some writing on it. I guess that friend of yours majoring in creative writing is good for something, right? Write.
--I apologize for that pun.
--Chuck Palahniuk's latest book, "Haunted," seriously jumped the shark. It also sucked ass in a lot of ways. Saving grace: since it's more a collection of short stories than a novel (though it is a novel), a couple of the short stories were genuinely good. One was actually creepy as fuck. Still...Chuck, the shtick is over. We get it. Now try writing a compound fucking sentence.
I'm already bored with reporting my inane observations. I'd really rather go home an smoke a cigarette, make some dinner, and watch a tape of "Babylon 5" (don't judge me!) than sit here in this over-air conditioned computer lab, so adios.
Fucking Karl Rove.
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Fucking thank you. i've been saying that. #2 is better, but that's not saying much.
Like Resident Evil Apocalypse was better than Resident Evil--shit with nuts in it is only good if you like yr nuts covered in shit... wait, i can come up with a better metaphor--with shit... uh... The Exocist sucks too.
well, thank you. it's glad to know my writers aren't getting pain for nothing. er.