The movie "Heavenly Creatures" makes me want to fall desperately in love with some creative woman and design our own world. Who knew the butcher responsible for the gore classics like BAD TASTE & DEAD ALIVE could churn up something as breathtaking as HEAVENLY CREATURES. *swoon*
(I know the whole *swoon* bit is a SG cliche but it's very appropriate for that particular film. So there.)
The dreaded snake oil GATEWAY CPU that sits in my dungeon has been "disobedient" as of late. Granted, we've always had a Kathy Bates/James Caan in MISERY type relationship since its arrival back in 2000. Even with all of the emotional and physical torture I bring upon this wretched tower, you would think I would get SOMETHING out of it. At least like a Vince Lombardi/Ray Nitzchke kinda dynamic, (I may have spelled that Packers' linebackers name incorrectly. Cheech may be able to help me with that one). Excellence through gestapo living conditions.
No, this is not the case. This hunk o' plastic & viruses has been going kaput almost bi-weekly for the last two months or so. What this means for my peeps on SG is that you get even LESS of my bullshit. So If I don't get a chance to reply to your journals as often as usual, don't think I'm being some kind of asshole. Or at least, not an the sub-category of asshole that ignores the people he usually interacts with. Cause heaven know I fit in many different pegs of the "asshole". "piece of shit", "creep", "dick", and "weirdo" categories.
I stayed away from the bars on New Years Eve. This is miraculous for someone with the name Whiskey Fight Pit. I haven't had a drop of alcohol in almost a month and a half. Baby, I'm focused on getting this Bowflex machine. It consumes me. Hell, I haven't bought a piece of music in almost a month, either. When I get this ridiculous wisdom teeth extraction paid off, its gonna be time for my photo shoot for "The Noise Rock Swimsuit Calendar".
Hope y'all pitched a serious bitch this New Years Eve and kept yerselves outta the drunk tank.
SOUNTRACK OF THE DAY
Cheap Trick "In Color & Black and White"
edited portion 1/01/04
some new material
DONALD SUTHERLAND
Yeah, things are going great for you
Youre a pretty little firefighter
doing little American things
putzing around your yard with flags
painting fences with Chicago Bears colors
Your wife is damaged goods, though
Who hasn't the bitch fucked?
Down at Pat's saloon
Hell, even the busboy at Applebee's
Tasted your domestic bliss
Must be tough to get a piece, jack
When you look like Donald Sutherland
You may as well go queer
At least you drag the cunt to parties
Sing and praise 'bout the good ole days
Talk about The Nokia Sugar Bowl
Make yourself look like a real man
A real fuckin' go-gettin' swingin' dick
You gotta feed that bitch Zoloft to get a smile.
The portrait is surreal
Almost a drugged up Mad TV sketch
The town pincushion
With the town half-cock
Spittin' out kids that look like mascots
With that hint of Donald Sutherland
You're such an ugly fuck
8 out of 9 Cable Repair Men might be up in they DNA, sport.
Drag the lambs to a baseball game
Yer son hangs on to her momma too tight
Looks like a case of the pink sheets
Donald Sutherland puffin' dong
Yer little linebacker is out to pasture, Jim
Hate to carry on, but I'm a straight shooter.
Take the money out the bank, cheif
Leave the drug cunt and the limp wrist behind
Plow some bang-tail in the south pacific
Start some fires in Bangladesh
Do what it takes to get your rocks off, sport.
American Gothic is the devils business
Sirens callin' for your doom
Roll The Dice
Devil May Care
And do somethin' bout that Donald Sutherland hair.
You look like an extra from Kelly's Heroes, bubba.
(I know the whole *swoon* bit is a SG cliche but it's very appropriate for that particular film. So there.)
The dreaded snake oil GATEWAY CPU that sits in my dungeon has been "disobedient" as of late. Granted, we've always had a Kathy Bates/James Caan in MISERY type relationship since its arrival back in 2000. Even with all of the emotional and physical torture I bring upon this wretched tower, you would think I would get SOMETHING out of it. At least like a Vince Lombardi/Ray Nitzchke kinda dynamic, (I may have spelled that Packers' linebackers name incorrectly. Cheech may be able to help me with that one). Excellence through gestapo living conditions.
No, this is not the case. This hunk o' plastic & viruses has been going kaput almost bi-weekly for the last two months or so. What this means for my peeps on SG is that you get even LESS of my bullshit. So If I don't get a chance to reply to your journals as often as usual, don't think I'm being some kind of asshole. Or at least, not an the sub-category of asshole that ignores the people he usually interacts with. Cause heaven know I fit in many different pegs of the "asshole". "piece of shit", "creep", "dick", and "weirdo" categories.
I stayed away from the bars on New Years Eve. This is miraculous for someone with the name Whiskey Fight Pit. I haven't had a drop of alcohol in almost a month and a half. Baby, I'm focused on getting this Bowflex machine. It consumes me. Hell, I haven't bought a piece of music in almost a month, either. When I get this ridiculous wisdom teeth extraction paid off, its gonna be time for my photo shoot for "The Noise Rock Swimsuit Calendar".
Hope y'all pitched a serious bitch this New Years Eve and kept yerselves outta the drunk tank.
SOUNTRACK OF THE DAY
Cheap Trick "In Color & Black and White"
edited portion 1/01/04
some new material
DONALD SUTHERLAND
Yeah, things are going great for you
Youre a pretty little firefighter
doing little American things
putzing around your yard with flags
painting fences with Chicago Bears colors
Your wife is damaged goods, though
Who hasn't the bitch fucked?
Down at Pat's saloon
Hell, even the busboy at Applebee's
Tasted your domestic bliss
Must be tough to get a piece, jack
When you look like Donald Sutherland
You may as well go queer
At least you drag the cunt to parties
Sing and praise 'bout the good ole days
Talk about The Nokia Sugar Bowl
Make yourself look like a real man
A real fuckin' go-gettin' swingin' dick
You gotta feed that bitch Zoloft to get a smile.
The portrait is surreal
Almost a drugged up Mad TV sketch
The town pincushion
With the town half-cock
Spittin' out kids that look like mascots
With that hint of Donald Sutherland
You're such an ugly fuck
8 out of 9 Cable Repair Men might be up in they DNA, sport.
Drag the lambs to a baseball game
Yer son hangs on to her momma too tight
Looks like a case of the pink sheets
Donald Sutherland puffin' dong
Yer little linebacker is out to pasture, Jim
Hate to carry on, but I'm a straight shooter.
Take the money out the bank, cheif
Leave the drug cunt and the limp wrist behind
Plow some bang-tail in the south pacific
Start some fires in Bangladesh
Do what it takes to get your rocks off, sport.
American Gothic is the devils business
Sirens callin' for your doom
Roll The Dice
Devil May Care
And do somethin' bout that Donald Sutherland hair.
You look like an extra from Kelly's Heroes, bubba.
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Oh yeah it's on Saturday the 3rd
Drone sounds like Nirvana mixed with Kyuss and some old school Pixies thrown in for good measure. Legbone is straight up hardcore skate punk of the Dead Boys/GC5/"Fugazi eating meat" variety. But they both pretty much have their own unique sounds, so trying to describe them using other bands is pretty futile.
And I'm not snubbing football at all man. I was a runningback for Central my damn self. I wasn't any good, but it was still good times.
[Edited on Jan 02, 2004 3:36AM]
Anyway - I say toss your current problem and buy a Mac. Since the G5 came out you can buy used G4 machines for cheap and even a G3 iMac for next to nothing. I've had NO problems since I switched from a PC and would never go back. Check it out.