| the unthought of benefits of cd trading |
[Oct. 31st, 2006|01:52 pm] |
In tradign cds on Lala I've come cross the task of listening to potential tradables, because I didn't really want to just trade away something without giving it an eye before... The benefit of this is you may discover, or rediscover, how good some of those dust bunny discs can be. I agreed to trade off the dvd disc of ben folds live and decided to pop in the audio disc... and am so far pleasntly pleased. As I never really liked suburbs too much, the piano only versions of the songs from that cd are actually really good. SO i think I'll keep this one... or at least give it back to Zach as I had to gank it from him after I agreed to send the dvd only to realize I'd given it away once before/
other cds found to be good... rilo kiley - execution of all things; modest mouse-lonseome crowded west (the bridge of often hardcore guitar intenisty, without the malperformance); white stripes- elephant
Maybe next I'll give zwan a spin. It will likely still suck.
also I took a lot of pictures from my notebook today... they can be found on my facebook or here and here. |
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| here's a site of intrest for those with cd collections |
[Oct. 17th, 2006|01:39 pm] |
www.lala.com
you can sign up and make a list of what cds you have and ones you want. Then you can trade away unwanted cds to people and others will do the same for you! Example... I listed ben folds 'rockin the suburbs' as I cd I didn't want and shipped out. Someone somewhere else decided to send me Lou Reed's 'raven!'. Huzzah! Also I'm getting loveless (MBV) and Apollo 18 (TMBG)... and am also giving away digital ash (BE). Right now I'm debating phatom powers (SFA)... which I never really got into, but am digging now. SO I don't know. All I know is that if someone gives me BEck's one foot in the grave I will cream my jeans.
I costs a $1.75 in the end for the cd you recieve... the one downside is that if someone decides to trade you;re not given the option to accept or decline... because sure you may want 80 cds... but you may not wanna end up getting like 30 of them in a week. So you might wanna keep your want list narrower than 80. Unless all you want are EPs, OOP stuff, and the fall. Then you may be in luck.
SO check it.
Also, been playing lot's of guitar lately. I know half of the opening lick to Johnny B, Goode, which makes me feel badass whenever i play it. ANd I've written a few songs I really like. Guitar is god. |
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| spin the wheel of chance! Arts of farts!.... maybe auto parts! |
[Oct. 5th, 2006|12:14 am] |
"the first five people to respond to this post will get some form of art, by me, about them.
the only catch: as with most memes, if you sign up, you have to put this in your own journal as well"
also, mitchclem.com - great fuckin comics |
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| BG BGB GBGBGBGB |
[Sep. 26th, 2006|02:12 pm] |
Bpwling green/nashville was fun for the weekend I gotta say. One day I'll be back, time to call UPS.
Hmmmmmm,,, apparently since I had an intreview in Feburary I can't fill out another application until 2007. Fuckin balls. I didn't ask if I could still get hired... she pretty much hung up right after she told me the lame news.
Oh well, another reason to buy less pot and save mmoney. Maybe I'll shoot for a month of sobriety. |
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| Heather is awesome |
[Sep. 22nd, 2006|01:42 pm] |
The freed man... sebadoh's first record... only halfly released on cd. Only on OOP vinyl. She got it for my brithday... the best gift ever!
Goddamn she's great |
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[Sep. 19th, 2006|09:26 pm] |
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I loft my fingers in a fight with a broom... a pair of tongs tore my skin and you can see right in....! BEyond flesh it's blood and it spills like kool aid when mixed with water rooling down the drain. I got the broke skin blues |
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| 3:46 |
[Sep. 6th, 2006|02:57 am] |
maybe feelin sick, maybe feeling a bad back ache but that could just be the shake.. I haven;t been. Not a movement made all day, just some wiggles in the bed... move a sheeet, not my feet, ah that feels more comfortable. Now my neck it creaks a crack and then I just crak my back... ouch... this chair over there and this bed i lay on dear, they make me flush.
3:48
no it's not too late, i've been awake much later, but for reason beyond me this is becoming quite the drag. Tried to find a job but you don't see hiring signs in the window of a computer and out on the streets it's too dark. ANd nowhere's open. Night time is the right for my productivity but the rest of the world isn't in step with me... they're asleep. Wake up!
3:49
Bob Dylan let's out a harmonica whine that wraps ups my mind. I feel a holee inside my stomache saying it wants to get filled... but I don't think i'll leave my room. It's too late and there's nothing good to eat anyway. I need to sleep from a to z... but i'm only catching numbers...
3:51
is that latest on my clock and in my net. No need to check it's weight, it's written right on it. Television playing loops by now, mine's off but I know this nonetheless. 2am is 11am and if you're lucky you'll catch both... and lucky if you like to hear jokes twice and take in all their detail.. and luckier in 2 weeks when they run out of episodes and play it again... this time on a thursday.
3:53
Harmonica again. Song on loop and typing is poop. Poor attempts at rhyming and timing are just trying to make sense with some words that i blurt on this electronically white page because i have nothign better to do at
3:54
In 12 hours I should be at work, maybe 13, I'll need rest. AN dum........
3:55
I think I may've drained my well on writting for now, so I think I'll call it a night and say sweet dreams... MIne will be coming in scenes of Tire factories, hand rolled cigarettes, boys kissing boys and the girls too, french armies flaming yawns on their dreamboat ice cream floats, and a raw deal well done. Harmonica whine!
#:%^ (can you read this?er that?) |
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| dum diddi dum dum dum di dum |
[Sep. 1st, 2006|11:22 pm] |
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<a href="http://www.motionabbey.net/2006/08/flatlife.html>FlatLife</a>
"FLATLIFE" (2004) by Jonas Geirnaert, is a neat animation depicting the interaction and simultaneous viewing of residents in a building.
It's about 10 minutes long but worht watching. I laughed several times and like the style and the music. |
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| examples of free flowing bordem in verse |
[Aug. 30th, 2006|05:39 pm] |
Don't leave me the only tree standing after the war, the suburban republic has dashed all the walnuts and the acorns were crushed before the squirrells made their rush. No ammunition and another tree screamed ' don't leave me i don't return.' A muddy tank trend from pushing out the dead and some drills to dig out their skelentons, roots, we were cut down and all we could hear 'don't leave me the only tree not toppled.' Saw skelenton square come up just the other day, A shaved and shaped bone made maple, my dear. Just 2 weeks ago she was so near, now saying "don't leave me the only tree living next to the bones of my family.' ANd then the concrete came, the road it twists away 200 ft to the closest street. Our little patch pillaged of living good friends, and down the court is a tree or four, guess it won't be so lonesome to lose all my leaves.
----well only one example... I'm tired of typing |
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| bg travel jive pt I |
[Aug. 25th, 2006|02:09 pm] |
Woke up later than I'd imagined after a night of less sleep than I'd hoped. Once I was on my way it was an hour later than I'd planned... not an hour to get on the road, but I was of course for the first 15 minutes. Once I hit the I-65 I was on safe sailing ship. LIt up a roach while terror twilight spun. Being on the road was a very satisfying wya to spend my early day. Every time I saw a sign for Bowling Green I felt a jolt of glee. But before I could stop at that last Bowling green sign I needed to stop for gas. I'd been driving for awhile and approaching a quarter tank, it seemed like a good time to fill up... which I did at Bonnieville, the first exit reached upon this decision.
Bonnieville appeared to be road with a row of motel homes right at the interstaes mouth/ass, an abandoned theater, and a gas station. The Citgo was crummy on the inside with a deer hunting video game, complete with fat kid palying it, and Video Redemption Game (video casion), and no condoms amongst crummy looking goods. I payed for my gas and left this place. The next exit was Munfordville which had signs boasting several gas stations and eateries for the travelin folk. I"d remember that for the future.
I arrived at Bowling Green and met Heather out in the valley, where'd I'd meet most people, and the day rolled on. We went up to her room and spent some grand there for awhile. We had missed eachother and we're pleased that we could be together today. We met with her friend Allison and we all went to get food. On the way, in the valley, we saw MIchel and Ryan and we all went to get food. The result was left with an agreement that Chic-fil-a and pizza hut are not much to miss.
The day continued lazily until the night when we started meeting more people. Stopped at Luke's where a game of Signs and then a game of tossing a beach ball around went under way. It was great how much fun can be had with 14 people and a beach ball. As Luke arrived and plans for alcohol were coming down I came ever closer to having to exit... outside everyone stood around smoking a cravity bong. CHarles leaned on the railing of a deck and fell down. It was crucial and intense imagery. But then I had to leave. Buhbye Bowling Green.
A long goodbye with heightened high worries was held with Heather holding me. I seperated out of my will and left... arriving on the I-65 with The Wall Live playing I could feel a faint fear coming up fro the ground. AT 80mph my car snaked barely in my control, at 75 it tugged itself without warning. A month ago I got my oil changed and was warned that my back tires would need to be replaced. Now it felt almost necessary. MY mind put together a picture of my back wheels. THe rollercoaster-wheel thin tires speeding off their tracks making every mile seems like it's under a thin sheet of ice. I recalled a negotiation I'd made with my Mom, "it's no more dangerous in Bowling Green than here, I'm not going to die or destroy the car." ALmost laughed. I stopped at Munfordville to fill up more gas and scope my tires. Only the back left was in critical condition. The outter edge had been worn down and was causing the corolla to veer to the left. Having this in mind made the second half of the trip home much more easy to control and lifted my thoughts of death. But it wasn't going to change that fact that it's 12:45 and couldn't go more than 70mph steadily, I was going to be late and pay for it. Rob waited for me and made a believale threat that I'd be moving by feet soon. |
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| game on! |
[Aug. 22nd, 2006|01:09 pm] |
"Pick 6 bands/artists. Answer the questions.
A: First song that you heard by them
B: First song that you fell in love with
C: Your current favorite song by them"
the kinks
A:you really got me
B:waterloo sunset
C:do you remember walter?
dead kennedys
A:police truck
B:kill the poor
C:stealing peoples mail
of montreal
A:disconnect the dots
B:the problem with april
C:i was never young
sonic youth
A:sunday
B:teenage riot
C:what a waste
the who
A:who are you?
B:i can see for miles
C:can;t explain
sebadoh
A:ocean
B:the freed pig
C:violent execution |
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| blegh |
[Aug. 21st, 2006|02:46 pm] |
I have to go to work in less than 5 minutes. Not be there, but leave for there in less than 5 minutes. If i want to show up on time, that is.
It occured to me last night that I have to change again. SItting starring at my bookcase, not many books and in closet, that most of my friends are leaving again. I have to work, and have a budget... and actually consider the pluasibility of plans I've made. They can be done but I must work.
I had a dream in which I realized I've progressed further in those than I have my real life. What I so enjoyed and thought meaningful a few months back, early summer, I have done less lately. I can do more alongside my hoeful second job. This I am speaking of is my journal. I dreamed six drawing I did about dreams I had while dreaming.
I should be leaving to work by 47, it is 44.
I need a nother job... I will start looking this week. I may comb my hair to give the impression I am serious of change and responsibilty, but also serious about claims I have made. PArticularly the promise to not cut my hair for a week. ALso serious about Heather, as I realize I miss her and she misses me. Also I feel lucky to have someone who even the situation I mad ean ass of myself in a year ago is handling to please me with promises of fidelity and good behaviour. She could break these promisses and I'd still know better than to be an ass.
GOtta get to work! |
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| oooooooooooooooooooooof montreal! |
[Aug. 16th, 2006|01:47 pm] |
In the air was the ass-shaking power of Parliment-Funkadelic... but with more gay power than black power.
LAst night Of Montreal took to the stage of Headliners complete with men in skirts, 2 basses at once, and a 5 minute groove where the guitarist reminded that love is all around and we should make it.
Coming in at the end of the Minder's set I got to catch some song I didn't know and an excellent cover of "lucifer sam," no doubt in honor of it's recently deceased author, Syd Barret. I immediately thought of montreal would have to be knock my ass down amazing for them to be better than that... and after a 30-fuckin-minute wait inbetween the two acts I was answered. They came out waving flags and busted into, I believe, requiem for omm... or the song that mentions anarctica.
The costumes where colorful and ranged from Sgt. Peppers goofery to straight up not straight. Kevin barnes in a green skirt and hooker boots... then later a shiny gold shirt (i don't know fabric terms) and back around again. ANd a cool russian hat worn by the Bassist.
ABout half way into the show I could help but to move. I did the indie idle dance. Never take your eyes of the band and do your little cubicle wiggle 'n' bounce. If only more people where dancing it could've turned into one big sexy party, with dickin' in louisville... as Mr. BArnes and his 4.99 chapagne told of his crotch-torn pants.
They moived into their hits and more recognizable numbers mixing in some new tunes from their forthcoming album. MOst notable was the first of the new songs they played, "she a rejector." At first it didn't blow anyone away, a rocker, but tamed and unfanged. But not long the band kept piling on energy and bridges of jamming unheard of in most of the of montreal canon, but still managed to keep the dance element in tact. I should've thrown my devil horns up then than later (after "disconnect the dots," i think).
For their encore They played a song theat kevin said was "the best song written in 12 months, and it's not by us, of course" and burst into a wild, yet very faithful, version of "crazy," the Gnarls Barkely hit. Even in the encore I had to dance it up on this one. ANd they played a last song... can;t remember which one... but it was good and fuckin fun... just like the show as a whole. |
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| terror! |
[Aug. 11th, 2006|01:49 pm] |
Skittles can't die. I mean he could, but he won't, he's Skittles. IF the terrorists tried to attack his plane he'd join them to stay alive, he can't die. He's on top of that shit. He also becomes a hero amongst the group because he sleeps with all the fat chicks. They now get to move up to the not-so-fat chicks, and eachother. They did that before, of course, but now even more. Especially Skittles.
(an excerpt of last night which was the best reason to sneak out ever). |
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| intresting read and something I see'd |
[Jul. 31st, 2006|10:02 pm] |
http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/feature/37553/Column_Column_Get_That_Out_of_Your_Mouth_27
This is an interesting article from pitchfork about critics and the absence of any notable figure in the field today. It suggests (that word comes off very odd looking to me) that today's game , music video games or otherwise, is a technology tale. And no one can write about technology. Also points that cosmo amounts orgasms to bullet points.
And now, a review.
Yesterday we decided to see Clerks II, and it turned out to be a good choice. The movie called to be stoned. I had read in a LEO review that the reviewie may've given the movie four stiars instead of three if he had been and it was a special Sunday. Special because I had grass. Special because there was an abandoned Winn-Dixie on the way, which itself was special because their extreme metallic-blue-truck driving security guard/dealer/pedestrian. Yes, a Sunday this special deserved a special movie... and that just so happened to be Clerks II.
After some initial post BOB O'Clock (8:08 with bringng it all back) confusion we arrived at the Showcase 16. My initial aggrivation of the route we chose to take was soon washed out by the carpet on the floor. My God, this place looks like a Casino... a treat for high... and despite all the stimuli I felt more controlled and at ease than when I had went to see Hoot. But that was Hoot. That $2... this was Clerks II, for 8. That was weak.
We came right with the previews which sported the manliest calls of the year. BEERFEST! (something else) SNAKES ON A PLANE!... SNAKES ON A MUTHA FUCKING PLANE! I can't wait (I also saw the poster for this movie on the way in, so far this is looking to be the best movie of the '00-no's). The movie slid into view... Black and white Dante rolls up to the Quick Stop and opens the metal doors of the quick stop to a burning orange fire, the rest of the color follows and we are taken to Clerks II.
Every reviewer I've read, all two, say the same thing in the end about this movie... if you like Clerks, you'll like II. And while it's true, I'm not going to say it. I liked the movie, in a Mallrats way. Beyond Dante and Randal that's II's closest cousin, not Clerks. Clerks was aimless plot where two bumblingly genius characters talk pop, geek, sex, and customers. II are the characters 10 years later and in a plot. This doesn't make the movie less enjoyable, it just makes the cogs turn differently. It guzzles a different gas. Actually, in the talking there's only one thing really missing, and that's the onslaughts against the consumers. The most you hear from character that isn't a plot movement are their orders of cow-tippers and eggamoobymuffins. No ripping like milk maids or coffee with ice... There's really no time for it given the setting so it's a minor quibble. But I'd sure rather hear that than the 10-15 minutes 1 on 1 conversations of pushing the implied that slow down the movie. The first one with Dante and Becky is acceptable, but in the end you just find yourself wishing to Jay with his balls tucked. Again.
The Mooby's shop itself is a great rip on fast food establishments with it's 5 pattied cow-tippers and cartoonish appeal. But my favorite part were the light up New Jersey signs. They remind of the Highlands KFC. Decked out in local flavor like family trying to get their yard on TV during Christmas week.
I laughed and, for circumstances of lifted sleepy-head, cried. It was Clerks II. Dante and Randall still bumbling on the bottom in their genius, even if Kevin Smith did have to push in some (acceptably)blatant Christianity and long talks about feelings. You still get get porch monkeys, pussy, and donkey shows in the end. And isn't that all you wanted from Clerks II? |
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| Bugs Bunny/ |
[Jul. 27th, 2006|02:18 pm] |
Alright, so I was looking up faster than the world, A blog about cars and punk rock, and they had a great feature today. Bugs Bunny cartoons. Now I remember watching these on nickelodieon and cartoon network when I was a kid and liking them, but not giving them much credit as I grew older. But in more recent days realizing how awesome the cartoons I watched as a kid, namely things like rocko and re& stimpy, I also remembered how great merrie melodies were. The extreme wit and violence that just doesn't fly in cartoons these days... unless you air them after 10:00 PM.
Well after reading about them I found some on you tube and it's fun to watch them. If i were a man of money I'd probably even consider buying some dvds because no one even shows them anymore. I mean Cartoon Network didn't even do June Bugs this year. Seriously, wtf on that one. I guess filling on your daytime with bogus cartoon cartoon fridays shit and totally spies speaks more to kids than Daffy getting his beak blown backwards by Elmer while Bugs argues whether it rabbit or duck season. Or Germlins trying to blow up a bomb and tear apart a plane that's an A card. But I guess smoking cigars, crossdressing, making fun of the mentally ill/black/mexican/german... UnPC stuff... it's funny.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iP61d2BCFJg&search=bugs%20bunny - Popular Black forest one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMSKpwmWB0g&search=bugs%20bunny - gremlin one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqWMlGYLjIs&search=bugs%20bunny - rabbit of seville. Elmer n bugs musical in a barber shop... I especially love the facial expressions on bugs throughout this one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9Q_Hce0MwI&search=bugs%20bunny - bugs in black face then as licoln, "look me up at my gettysburg address'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9Q_Hce0MwI&search=bugs%20bunny - wow, bugs hated the "slant eyed" "japs"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JYY6sFrNnY&search=bugs%20bunny - one of 11 cartoons that were banned and fallen into public domain. Involves playing dice with dimwitted black hunter. A real stepin fetchit.
Alright, there's some... now you don't even have to go thru the 5 clips of elmer killign bugs on family guy and minkees kool aid commercial that are on every page of you tube when you search these. Prretty fun stuff I think. Not the family guy thing though. Seriously people... It's up there once, twice, alright... but goddamn there's way too much of that clip/ |
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| 6 AM again. |
[Jul. 18th, 2006|01:02 am] |
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Wake up at 9 AM after arriving at 6. Drink. Drink. Drank. Smoke. Drive. Run. Laugh. Yawn/ Time for home/ Nap 3 hours restlessly and go to work. Don't work. No need to. Slow buisness. get paid. Go home. Nap and go. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink. Laugh. Drive to my love. Kiss, love, leave. Pit stop at how and back to my love. Escape artist ha been rescued. Kiss kiss. Drink. Love. Return. Laugh. Drink. Kiss. Leave. Smoke. Adventure. Kiss. Jealous stupor. Resolve. Kiss. Return artist/ Return home. 6AM again. NAp and get to work late. No one cares. There's no need to care. Get paid. Home and nap. Asshole. Nap. Shower. Pull the last straw and get thrown into punches of words. Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. Write a letter and leave it while I walk, asshole. Hour later get called back home. Mother knows best, as you know and knew. Cry silently in truth. Nothing to say. No reason? Asshole? Cry. Hug. Change? |
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| ememememeememem |
[Jul. 7th, 2006|11:54 am] |
Since there's actually LJing going on again I guess I'll start again too. Maybe not like all the time, but fuck, whatever. I think I've decided to keep my book journal an at home item. A mix of content and general ache to luggage around will make it more for hours at home. Though I'll probably get small stenos or anothe rjournal for the out and abouts.
Restless sleep. As soon as I started falling asleep dogs started barking. Then birds chirpped. Then people started moving things for the yard sale. Now I'm awake though, fuck all the noise.
I want the buddha machine. |
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| alex major's 3rd dream |
[Jul. 6th, 2006|11:43 am] |
There were chickens. Intelligent chickens. Intelligent in that they could talk, but they were more less the equivalence of video game characters, and more specifically in the mortal kombat vein. They were playing an escape and or war against the humans which had trapt them inside there little yard. Nothing was done for their victory, I woke up before I'd let that happen. But they did have to fight off various other chickens and assaults from a truck.
Earlier I remembered getting high in a car in a parking lot adjacent from the chicken, they must've been plotting from this early stage. We were in a n SUV in a neighbor familiar but unrememberable. We were going to see a show, I think it was in aparking lot down the street. The band? I think it've been Q and not U if I had to say anyone. There were confrontations of disproving our highness for sobreity to those who would actually care, and this were I ask why my Dad was there? Wait! He trapt the chickens! |
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| man. |
[Jun. 16th, 2006|01:56 pm] |
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fuck a speeding ticket. |
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