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Archive for March, 2003
Who created or who is to blame for all of the crappy but catchy tunes that are out there. I mean shit, there are all these songs that suck, but when you hear them, or parts of them you get it stuck in your head. It’s really not fair. For example, the past few days I’ve had the riff, “I never want to feel so complicated”, in my head. I don’t even know where it came from. There are so many songs out there with these damn hooks in them. These things float around my head forever. It’s kind of annoying when you can’t push them down or out. If listening to other songs solved the problem I’d do it, but usually that doesn’t work. I just have to wait for the next hook to take precedence.
This blogger dude is like my new best friend. Someone I can conspire with in order to initiate my evil plans to take over planet Earth. It’s going to happen. It’s just a matter of time. You really should start watching out and getting out of my way. Actually this is like my imaginary friend that I tell my deep dark secrets. Well actually I’m not going to tell it any of my secrets so it will just have to deal. Monday! Word
AND AWAY WE GO!. the other night i was thinking about starting an online code bank. i am pondering that thought, but mostly honestly i wrote it here for myself to remember. I am the audience here not you.
So I am driving back from Beardslee last night at 3 AM and I’m getting tired. I pull over at Dunkin Donuts in Amsterdamn and lay back and fall asleep for a little bit. At one point I remember waking up and putting my feet on the brake, probably dreaming or something that I was actually driving while asleep. Then later I barely remember what happened but some lady talking to me about not being open yet but if they were the cops would come or some bullshit. I was all fucked up from being woken up after what was probably only an hour of sleep and was like mehhh, alright lady i’m leaving. Whatever. I got out of there and got home to go to sleep. I like sleep. Someday I will do it.
Weekend
Man, It has been so nice outside the past few days it makes it so hard to concentrate on what’s going on inside. Tonight i’m going to Beardslee Castle in Little Falls to see REZI and I’m looking forward to that. It’s going to be sweet, here is a picture of the place from their site.
I somehow misplaced my cell phone charger last weekend, no clue, so I broke down yesterday and bought a car charger for it. The damn thing was dead so it hadn’t worked for a few days, but now its up and running with 2 out of 3 bars of juice. Tonight I’ll be able to juice it all the way with this drive to LF. Looking forward. Will also be watching the Syracuse basketball game. Peace
I somehow misplaced my cell phone charger last weekend, no clue, so I broke down yesterday and bought a car charger for it. The damn thing was dead so it hadn’t worked for a few days, but now its up and running with 2 out of 3 bars of juice. Tonight I’ll be able to juice it all the way with this drive to LF. Looking forward. Will also be watching the Syracuse basketball game. Peace
Well my NCAA brackets are officially done. I lost two more final four teams tonight and only have one remaining. Oh well. Dang.
Yeah. I don’t know. I don’t want to focus on this war thing all the time but I can’t stop. I have to have the information when it happens. I know right now that it is 8 AM in IRAQ because I just saw it on TV. That and I don’t remember anything like this when we took over Afghanistan a year ago, but I believe that was a much dirtier war with the Taliban and other such forces of magnitude.
But I will have moments that I can take a moment and get my head away from this war, like tonight when I went “out” with Eden on the town or rather to Bruno’s for dinner who didn’t exactly meet our reservation needs, meh!, and then later to a production by Saratoga Stages, our neighbors, called Paul Pry. Paul Pry is a modern interpretation of The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Andersen. I don’t know who Paul Pry is after going to this thing and it very much mystifys my mind right now. Yes, I don’t really know what I just saw but it was cool. There was a face talking on two screens in the top corners of the stage which also told the story for the play at times I thought too much to read right now I want to see whats going on down there, also a problem with subtitles. but. The music was really cool and there was a lot of action in the play. The actors were fairthly good, but many times they were wearing masks. The lead role male actor basically swung from the top of the stage (black box style) eventually spelling out the word “ETERNITY”.. The Snow Queen a whole other story, spelled out the word “HOPELESS” in his fortress behind and above the stage. It was creepy and at times sinister. Who Paul Pry is? I don’t know, I think there was a million times more to the story than I saw. Oh man. I’m glad I saw this, because it’s probably something I’ll never see again. Unless I go again. Or unless the writers of Paul Pry put the play on again in the future. FOVEA FLOODS
some are funny some are stupid most are dumb
But I will have moments that I can take a moment and get my head away from this war, like tonight when I went “out” with Eden on the town or rather to Bruno’s for dinner who didn’t exactly meet our reservation needs, meh!, and then later to a production by Saratoga Stages, our neighbors, called Paul Pry. Paul Pry is a modern interpretation of The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Andersen. I don’t know who Paul Pry is after going to this thing and it very much mystifys my mind right now. Yes, I don’t really know what I just saw but it was cool. There was a face talking on two screens in the top corners of the stage which also told the story for the play at times I thought too much to read right now I want to see whats going on down there, also a problem with subtitles. but. The music was really cool and there was a lot of action in the play. The actors were fairthly good, but many times they were wearing masks. The lead role male actor basically swung from the top of the stage (black box style) eventually spelling out the word “ETERNITY”.. The Snow Queen a whole other story, spelled out the word “HOPELESS” in his fortress behind and above the stage. It was creepy and at times sinister. Who Paul Pry is? I don’t know, I think there was a million times more to the story than I saw. Oh man. I’m glad I saw this, because it’s probably something I’ll never see again. Unless I go again. Or unless the writers of Paul Pry put the play on again in the future. FOVEA FLOODS
some are funny some are stupid most are dumb
74.7 Billion Dollars
$63 billion for defense for the war itself
$8 billion for foreign aid and humanitarian aid
$4.2 billion for homeland security
how much are all you rich guys/gals chippin in?
$63 billion for defense for the war itself
$8 billion for foreign aid and humanitarian aid
$4.2 billion for homeland security
how much are all you rich guys/gals chippin in?
What up? Not much. What’s going on. Not a lot. I’m back. A whole 500 miles later and a short visit to brooklyn, manhattan, and jersey is over, done, and history. In the books. Written. Complete. I had a lot of fun and can’t wait to do it again. No jokes. Anyway, I’m going to put some pictures of the trip up right now and have them later.
Tomorrow I am off to Oneonta to pick up a friend on my way to New Jersey to meet up with another friend on my way to Brooklyn NYC to meet up with another friend. It should be a grand grand time and I am looking forward to it and not letting anything stop my from going. I think it’s pretty weird how there are these live images from this “war” on tv. Yeah, I know it’s all propoganda, but it’s interesting in that no event like this has ever been televised in such a way like this. It’s pretty much shit all together. Man, it is also weird to have an online journal and wonder who might read this crap while I type. It’s kinda spooky, like I know I’ll read it, but who else is. I need a way for you to post comments.
So I’m sitting here at work listening to a fucking war and flipping to my live camera feed on Baghdad in between every thought? What the fuck ever happened to music? What a load of shit.
