This ol' neglected blog. Cliche around these parts it seems. Ed Villa on a crucifix. Don't even mention it. What's he doing up there anyway? Nobody cares. Fuck em, leave him there. Just fuckin' update it.
And with a Castlevania style, So have at you.
While I sit and wait for the 4 final episodes of Arrested Development that I missed Friday to download, I replay the festivities the weekend beheld and with the assistance of some good old fashioned libation and the Silent Hill 3 soundtrack I will now attempt to recount it for you. In random spurts all spattering and contrivedly.
Hard drive ninja, daiymo, retaliation and it's funeral for those paying attention. The strange clicking sound it'd spew continous attempting to boot up the sign. Good fortune and I find a computer ripe for the gutting down the hall. The bit of snooping stopping at the interracial porn clips, Lexington Steel and Sean Michaels, massive black gangbangs, and i'm off to dos for format keeping an eye out for Marissa in the hallways. And of course my fucking Ipod has more memory than this thing. Barebones it will be until I get a new drive. Now which reminds me that I'm going to have to find some goddamned video codecs for these Arrested episodes.
Fuck. I'm sorry Xvid you rock.
Friday night at a going away party for someone who might not be going away just yet. "I can't be gay I'm drinking Budweiser" across someones cell phone screen. A few beers and then a very sudden I'm not feeling this shit from I and sleep.
A Nightmare Before Christmas and Danny Elfman rawking out with the Jack Skellington puppet frame. My baby's first time viewing and my umphundredth. Hours later illstabyou, stella_marie and I getting snowed on on the way to the PresidentNumber2's birthday celebration. Entrance to the unsightly mess of a thousand ill cologned frat boys at the Pioneer bar and the refuge of the group of SG freaks dominating the good section of the club. A fabulous night thick in introductions, libation, and ironic rawking to inane musical bar staples. Many encounters with many new and hello'd before. The established I love you guys, the new ones including the birthday girl, it was very cool to meet you all. I look forward to more inebriated interactions with all of you. stella_marie's got some lovely captured images of the evening and for those privledged enough (i am now) the kickass Kris10 put up a bunch (oversized albeit) in the SGNY group for the viewing pleasurable. They'll sum up the madness in ways I could only attempt to reproduce in text. Thank ye folks for the brilliant encounters on the weekend. For the appreciation and the appreciated. The gratitude.
Now I'm looking at my finished bittorrent files and lasciviously awaiting the viewing of these Arrested swan songs. Fuck Fox and their children's children for walking away on what quite possibily the greatest sitcom ever created.
You dumb fucking bastards.
And with a Castlevania style, So have at you.
While I sit and wait for the 4 final episodes of Arrested Development that I missed Friday to download, I replay the festivities the weekend beheld and with the assistance of some good old fashioned libation and the Silent Hill 3 soundtrack I will now attempt to recount it for you. In random spurts all spattering and contrivedly.
Hard drive ninja, daiymo, retaliation and it's funeral for those paying attention. The strange clicking sound it'd spew continous attempting to boot up the sign. Good fortune and I find a computer ripe for the gutting down the hall. The bit of snooping stopping at the interracial porn clips, Lexington Steel and Sean Michaels, massive black gangbangs, and i'm off to dos for format keeping an eye out for Marissa in the hallways. And of course my fucking Ipod has more memory than this thing. Barebones it will be until I get a new drive. Now which reminds me that I'm going to have to find some goddamned video codecs for these Arrested episodes.
Fuck. I'm sorry Xvid you rock.
Friday night at a going away party for someone who might not be going away just yet. "I can't be gay I'm drinking Budweiser" across someones cell phone screen. A few beers and then a very sudden I'm not feeling this shit from I and sleep.
A Nightmare Before Christmas and Danny Elfman rawking out with the Jack Skellington puppet frame. My baby's first time viewing and my umphundredth. Hours later illstabyou, stella_marie and I getting snowed on on the way to the PresidentNumber2's birthday celebration. Entrance to the unsightly mess of a thousand ill cologned frat boys at the Pioneer bar and the refuge of the group of SG freaks dominating the good section of the club. A fabulous night thick in introductions, libation, and ironic rawking to inane musical bar staples. Many encounters with many new and hello'd before. The established I love you guys, the new ones including the birthday girl, it was very cool to meet you all. I look forward to more inebriated interactions with all of you. stella_marie's got some lovely captured images of the evening and for those privledged enough (i am now) the kickass Kris10 put up a bunch (oversized albeit) in the SGNY group for the viewing pleasurable. They'll sum up the madness in ways I could only attempt to reproduce in text. Thank ye folks for the brilliant encounters on the weekend. For the appreciation and the appreciated. The gratitude.
Now I'm looking at my finished bittorrent files and lasciviously awaiting the viewing of these Arrested swan songs. Fuck Fox and their children's children for walking away on what quite possibily the greatest sitcom ever created.
You dumb fucking bastards.
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