I have roaches.

So many roaches. Roaches in the bathroom. Spray does not kill them. Boric acid will kill them. I will go to buy boric acid now, to kill them. The roaches.

Fuck.

TOP 6 OF 2006

I've only bought/downloaded six new albums from 2006, so now that we're 3/4 of the way done, let's see how they stack up:

1. Sepultura - Dante XXI
My second favorite Sepultura album of all time now, and I'm not ashamed to say that. They finally got it right, and it's a bummer that the only good Derrick Green-era Sep album will probably be the last one before they go back to shitty Max Cavalera-fronted nu-metal. Tasteful use of horns, too.
2. Mastodon - Blood Mountain
It was probably impossible to live up to Leviathan, but they lived up to at least 99% of it. Any other year, this would have been my #1 album. Guitar-wankery is annoying, but they manage to do an entire album of nothing but guitar-wankery and make guitar-wankery not suck, while getting all "prog" without thirty-minute songs.
3. Voivod - Katorz
Shit, if this is what they managed to put out with what they had to work with, more bands need to have their guitar players die tragically before they even start recording their albums. My favorite album of theirs since The Outer Limits.
4. Lacuna Coil - Karmacode
You could tell they really wanted to break through and become more of a major mainstream-known band, but thankfully, that didn't really require changing their sound too much. There is sort of a disturbing Ross Robinson production sound going on in points, but if you can get past that, this might be their best album.
5. Iron Maiden - A Matter of Life and Death
This was decent, but definitely didn't live up to any of the "Maiden is back!" hype at all. I found myself enjoying everything I heard, but not being able to recall a second of it once the album had ended. Still, a mediocre Maiden album is equivalent to a pretty good album from someone else.
6. Body Count - Murder 4 Hire
You know, it's been all downhill since the first BC album, but I still liked Born Dead and Violent Demise, and I've been looking forward to this album ever since the first time they said a new Body Count album was "coming soon," in like 1999. But aside from a few brief moments, mainly on the two instrumentals, this album sucks shit like no other. Like it takes a big fat shit in a bucket and passes out straws. God damn, son.

Reign in Blood isn't that good.

There, I said it. The whole album is like 28 minutes long, and it still manages to have like 7 songs of filler. I mean, when was the last time you ran to the stereo, thinking, "holy crap, I sure would love to hear 'Altar of Sacrifice!'" There was no last time, because no one's ever said that goddamn sentence before! It's like the whole reputation of the album is based on the fact that all the songs kind of run together and that you don't have to listen to it for very long. Isn't that something you usually make fun of an album for? Whoopty-freakin'-doo. It's not the greatest heavy metal album of all time, it's not the greatest heavy metal album of 1986, and it's not even the best Slayer album of the 1980s. And Slayer never has been very good. Except for Seasons in the Abyss. But still.

I got that grape drink, y'all.

Shit is purple, son.

Open letter to the dog that peed on my new phonebook before I got it inside

Fuck you, too.

Open Letter to the Guy Who Parked a Bicycle in the Last Parking Space

Seriously, fuck you.

Home refrigerator repair

My refrigerator sucks. Like my popsicles were melting, and a few days ago, I went to take the last drink out of a gallon of milk that allegedly expired a week from then, and ended up spitting sour milk chunks all over my sink, because the milk had stayed too warm. So I'm all bummed, making plans to call the landlord and all. And for some reason, in my frustration, I get all pissed and punch the back wall of the refrigerator. Now, all of a sudden, there's hell of cold air coming out in my freezer, to the point where everything's getting all frosty, where there was no frost in earlier times. Hopefully, this can trickle down to the place with the milk and cheeses.

UPDATE: Last night, I put my little battery operated clock radio with a digital thermometer on it in the fridge. At that point, it was 56 degrees in there. This morning, it was 26 degrees, and my milk was ice. The refrigerator has been turned from 9 to 7 now.

Oh yeah, also

I also went to the West Side Wal Mart and scored three $8.99 bags of frozen chicken breasts on sale for three bucks apiece. Basically, a buy one, get two free deal.

METAL UP YOUR ASS \m/

Neat Random Used CD Find

I was on the west side of town today, doing my usual weekly routine, where I go to Big Lots for cheap cereal and canned food, then head over to Hastings for a while, where I'll look at things I can't afford, then get bored and leave. But today, I had to actually spend money there. $8.99, to be exact. I was looking through the used CDs, and something caught my eye. It was Metallica's Kill 'Em All, but something looked wrong with it. The spine was WHITE. I've seen a bunch of that CD; hell, I actually own two copies of it. (one with "Garage Days Revisited" as bonus tracks, and one without that I had to buy when the first one got scratched too bad to play on a track or two) Upon closer inspection, it was the original Megaforce Records release of the album, with no mentions of Elektra or "E/M Ventures" on it anywhere. Not sure if it's rare enough to be worth anything, but it's definitely rare, and there's at least one guy trying to sell it on Ebay right now for 69 dollars. Anyway, here are some pictures:
First, the front cover. The colors seem a bit different, with the picture not looking so white, and the letters being a lot brighter, almost orange in some places. Also, the title of the CD is like twice as big as on the normal version. For a comparison, here's the front cover of the 1994 version.
Inside, there's a huge difference, as there's no booklet of lyrics or anything. It's just one white page with a few credits.
The back cover is where the huge differences lie. It doesn't resemble the usual version at all, and even has the Rich "Banger" Burch misquote, "bang the head that doesn't bang," (it's supposed to be "that," instead of "the") intact, and they leave the second T out of Kirk Hammett's last name.
And, in case you care, here's the actual CD, which sounds no different from the version everyone else has.

Neat.

WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE

The Department of Homeland Security just raised the threat level.
We are all DOOOOOOOOMED.

In that case, here's your SONG OF THE DAY:

Sunday, Monday, Happy Days,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days,
Thursday, Friday, Happy Days,
Saturday, what a day,
Rockin all week with you.

This day is ours
Won't you be mine. (Oh Happy Days)
This day is ours (Oh Happy Days)
Oh please be mine.

Hello sunshine, goodbye rain,
She's wearing my high school ring on her chain.
She's my steady, I'm her man,
I'm gonna love her all I can.
(Chorus)
Gonna cruise her round the town,
Show everybody what I've found
Rock'n'roll with all my friends
Hopin' the music never ends.

These Happy Days are yours and mine (oh Happy Days)
These Happy Days are yours and mine (oh Happy Days)
These Happy Days are yours and mine, Happy Days.

MORE FREE INTERNET CRAP

Free Movies Fallen Out of Copyright

This site should fill all of your requirements for cheesy old sci-fi flicks, weird educational films, and bullshit documentaries about how George Bush and/or the Jews are going to kill us all with evil oily sex powers.

Highlights so far include:
Plan 9 From Outer Space - Ed Wood's unintentionally hilarious classic.
Reefer Madness - AHHH DEVIL WEED
Gayniggers From Outer Space - No comment necessary.
Powers of Ten - Like the neatest math-based documentary that I was ever forced to watch in school.
The Secret History of Hacking - The history of when hacking was real shit instead of just preteens downloading scripts, from Captain Crunch to Kevin Mitnick.
Duck and Cover - "Always remember: The flash of an atomic bomb can come any time, no matter where you may be." Oh, we're FUCKED.
Thank You, Mask Man - Cartoon version of the old Lenny Bruce routine about what a ungrateful homo the Lone Ranger is.

Check it out yourself. Lots of neat crap here.

The Most Inappropriate 9-11 Tribute, Ever

Mullah Omar is gonna be your Frankenstein.

FREE CRAP ALERT

Like a zillion free TV channels from across the globe.

And right now, there's an Overkill show on AFTV 5 in the USA section.

More CSS Chicanery

Here's the continuation. Cascading Style Sheets like a motherfucker, y'all. Note that it's not supposed to look like anything at all, and I'm just trying to figure out how to work the tags. I wouldn't make such a pile of crap on purpose.

Learning new internet nerd crap.

I'm trying to teach myself how to make pages using CSS styles, without relying on some program to do it for me. I now present to you like twenty minutes of fiddling with really basic stuff. Hold the mouse over the text to see my blatant abuse of the "title" HTML tag.

How to Eat a Watermelon

Lord, have mercy.

What a fucking Bomar.

Seriously.

Define awesome:

Coming to the realization that the belt I've been wearing to snugly hold my pants up for the last decade is now like way too big to even poke more holes in and use.

On the other hand,

The last thirty minutes or so were actually pretty good, with a relatively awesome ending. Still, with about sixty minutes that I could have done without, overall, Clerks 2 pretty much fucking failed.

Seriously, though

Watching this movie is like... You know, when you're reading some message board, and they're having a discussion about some really nerdy shit? It's like that in movie form, except it's like the meaningful posts where the few people who actually have lives outside the internet and intelligent thoughts every now and then who are all breaking the shit down have been erased, and it's all just the guys with screen names that end in numbers calling each other fags. This is mixed in with stuff that's like all those Saved by the Bell ripoff shows that came out in the nineties where the already bad writing and acting is way worse, but with the laugh track removed, so you can't tell where they were trying to be funny. And I think we're supposed to think it's awesome, because they're mentioning things nerds like and hitting all the standard Kevin Smith high spots where they talk about sucking cocks or whatever. This movie is like an episode of California Dreams where they keep talking about Lord of the Rings and ass-to-mouth, and it's not funny, and I'm glad I didn't pay money for this shit, and KEVIN SMITH, YOUR WIFE IS NOT THAT ATTRACTIVE AND SHOULDN'T BE IN MOVIES. BAAAAUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH.

The part with Jay talking about Jesus was alright, though.

So I Illegally Downloaded Clerks 2

And yeah, 25 minutes in, and I still haven't even smiled. Life is filled with disappointment.

It's my way, or the SONG OF THE DAY

Voivod - "After All" (2006)

Joey Died
And nothing has changed
The street corners
Are still the same
I guess he still
Lives in my Head
When it's time
To share the bread
Still got holes
On my knees
But I won't
Buy the figurine
Yeah it's kind of
Sad to see
You in a box
Wrapped and Sealed

Who cares after all?
About the rise
And the fall
Makes the papers for one day
Not for what you had to say
Who cares after all?
Another flyer
On the wall
All the times have been washed out
All the ones we care about

Seen it, been there, done that!!

When I am mad
When I see red
I refer to
What Iggy says
I want to find
Myself in you
You wanna find
Yourself too

Who cares after all?
Win the race
Or drop the ball
If I make a silly face
Is it really what it takes?
Who cares after all?
About the records
On the wall
And the tattoos on your skin
Be the one you've never been

Yeah

Seen it, been there, done that!!

INTERNET! YAAAAAY!

Yup, things are slowly getting back to normal here. Now, I'm gonna go put on some pants, run by the bank, and maybe go box up some more of the little dregs and crumbs of stuff left at the old apartment. I mean, not that I don't have on pants now, I mean like I'm gonna go put on different pants.

Also, Mike Nelson of Mystery Science Theater 3000 fame is doing a new thing where you download an mp3 of him making fun of a movie for you to play while you watch said movie, and it's only a dollar ninety-nine for the time being and awesome. Check it out. Now, I need to find a copy of Roadhouse.

Total Moveage, Pt. Three

I'm unmotivated to retype my thoughts, so this is copied and pasted from a message board I posted on a minute ago:

Right now, I'm in the process of moving out of this apartment, with the computer still here for the use of the internet, which isn't hooked up at the new place till Monday. Right now, the air conditioner is broken. Right now, it is possibly over 95 degrees inside the apartment. Right now, you can all eat, and quite possibly choke on, my balls. My sweaty, sweaty balls.

Yeah. I'm gonna go clean out the bathroom now, while chugging whatever this Wal Mart generic Crystal Light stuff is called.

And I hate you.

Total Moveage, Pt. Two

Quick update before I head back to the non-internet apartment here. Yesterday was U-Haul day, my stuff fit ionto the new place shockingly well, and my cat is all sad and needy now that she's the lone cat in an apartment, which makes me want to try my luck with a second cat to occupy her all day. On another down note, I think moving my brother's fish tank reinjured whatever the hell was wrong with my foot a few months back, which is currently stuffed into my shoe with an Ace bandage wrapped around it. There's still a lot of moving out to do, with pretty much all the kitchen stuff still here, along with damn near everything my brother owns, it seems. He acted like he was going to spend all of today doing stuff yesterday, but as far as I can tell, I'm the only one who's been here today. But seeing as it's a little past eleven PM here, and it's 90 degrees outside and only five degrees cooler in here, I can't say I blame him. Fine time for a broken air conditioner. Anyway, for some reason, I'm feeling hella-unmotivated tonight, so I'm going to head back to my place, (it's weird saying that) do a little more arranging and moving in, maybe watch a movie or something, and pass out. Updates and presence on the internet will be sparse to say the least, as most of the time here will be spent doing moving stuff, there will probably be work to do on such things until the end of the month, and the internet won't be on at the other place until Monday. Also, this is Cox we're talking about, so that probably means the dude will come Monday, the net will stop working around Wednesday-ish, and I'll have to get the guy to come back some time in September. Cable-free life preparation continues, with illegal downloadings of Cool Runnings, an episode of MST3K from the Comedy Channel/Dr. Earhart era, and the newest Venture Bros. episode. That is easily the best show on TV, and Brock Samson is my hero. Anyway, I'm going to go hook up electronics, drink canned iced tea, and snuggle my fucking cat.

Oh yeah, In other weird news, I might be coming into enough money to pay off my car and kill my student loans, effectively raising my income by over 100 bucks a month sometime soon. I'll update on that later, I guess.

Go me, it's my birthday

And my first official act as a 26 year-old was to download and watch Karate Bullfighter, starring Sonny Chiba. This was important for me to do, because a while back, I spent like fifteen bucks on Ebay for a somewhat miniaturized version of the movie's poster, and it's got to be some sort of sin to own a movie poster for a movie you've never seen. (Even if it is the most kick-ass movie poster, ever.) Also on the illegally downloaded viewing agenda for the days to come are Karate Bearfighter, Karate Forever, (Those two being the other two thirds of the Oyama Trilogy, starring Sonny Chiba, of course.) and Big Trouble in Little China. (Perhaps one of Kurt Russell's finest moments.) With my mad skillz as a downloader of bullshit, I should be well-prepared for my upcoming life without cable. Which reminds me, I need to look and see if a new Venture Brothers episode is up anywhere.
Turning out to be a fine day so far. I'm gonna go sleep till noon or so, and then see about getting a new, in-state driver's license.

Voivod and Other Stuff

Hey, so I illegally downloaded the new Voivod album, Katorz, the other day, (You know, the one they made from demo recordings after their guitar player died, etc.)and while I don't have time for a full review, I will say that unless I'm completely broke again by then, I probably will buy it for real whenever it comes out on the 25th. I'm cool like that. But anyway, there's a few different camps when it comes to Voivod:
The first are the too-old-school-for-their-own-good metalheads who have been wishing since 1989 or so that the band would just make a generic thrash re-hashing of Rrroooaaarrr or War and Pain, and have brains too walnut-sized to handle anything they've done since their (kinda shitty) early material. If this is you, you won't like this album.
The second really dug all the weirder stuff they were doing on albums like Nothingface and The Outer Limits and aren't too tied down to the idea that they have to "totally thrash, dude." I suppose you've got maybe a 50/50 shot of liking this one, I dunno.
Third, if you don't need everything to be all-out speed metal and can stand the idea of Voivod doing some straight-forward rocking, instead of just going all over the place, you'll probably dig this album a lot. Basically, if you liked the self-titled 2003 album, you'll love this, because it's along the same lines, but better. This is pretty much where I fall, thus the decision to pay money for it someday.
After that, there's the "why the hell is this guy singing through his nose?" crowd, and I suppose you guys should probably just skip this one.

But really, all this serves as a reminder of my crappy luck with bands I like putting out good stuff lately.
Anthrax puts out We've Come for You All, their most critically-acclaimed record in a while and maybe their best with John Bush, and the next thing you know, they've kicked him out of the band and put together the old lineup, which includes a singer who doesn't fit anything Anthrax has written in over a decade and a guitar player who thinks Scott Ian is going to burn in hell for reading Stephen King.
Sepultura finally puts out a good album with Derrick Green on vocals, (and I'm not ashamed to say I liked Dante XXI better than Beneath the Remains or Arise.) and it's immediately followed by the only remaining Cavalera brother leaving the band to do techno and hip-hop or some crap like that, and Andreas Kisser undecided on whether he wants to continue with the band after the tour is over. This will undoubtedly lead to them reuniting with Max Cavalera, who's spent the last decade pretending he's a rock star and making horrible mall-rock albums with Soulfly, reforming the lineup that most recently gave us the steaming pile of shit that was Roots.
Then, there's Voivod, who put out a really good album, but have to record it AFTER one of their main guys fucking dies, which kind of makes touring and future albums difficult. (I know they said Piggy had recorded enough stuff for three or four albums, but you have to assume that the best stuff got used for this one. Remember when Metallica crapped out an album of Load leftovers? Yeah.)

I just can't win sometimes.

GRANDMOTHER QUOTE OF THE DAY

"All them Indians out there, and you ain't found a girlfriend yet?"

Yep.

Gotta go to Mississippi. Be back Wednesday-ish. Whee.

Total Moveage, Pt. One

Over the course of the next few weeks, I'm totally moving out of this place, and into a place of my own. It's like either the world's smallest apartment or the world's most luxurious closet. It's gonna be sweet. And until the inevitable gap between when I ask Cox to transfer my internet over there and when something inevitably fucks up, leaving me net-less for a week, I figured I'd chronicle anything interesting that happens between now and then. So yeah, website updates will be nonexistent, as all free time will either be spent packing and moving, or spent doing nothing while thinking how bad I need to be packing and moving. Anyway, the shit went down today. All kinds of deposits and first-month's-rents, and shit like that got paid. Right now, my bank balance is officially 914.77, but by the time all the checks and stuff from the last few days clear, I'll have a little over 200 bucks. This includes the last rent for this place, (double the usual amount, since my brother paid like five whole months at once earlier this year) the cable bill I just paid, the deposit to turn the electricity on, and the ten bucks or so I spent today for some mini-blinds and one of those sink strainer things you use to keep your sink from getting clogged by hell of macaroni noodles. Also, the deposit and first month's rent had already been paid for the new place, which serves as a startling example both of how much money I can accumulate over the summer, as well as how fast it can be pissed away. Also, I paid forty-five (gotta love those 20% off coupons you get every week from Bed, Bath, & Beyond) dollars for a Foreman Grill of my very own. Turns out, my brother's girlfriend has like five and would have given me one, but fuck it, I'm getting most of my other appliances for free, so I have to do at least one giant spendathon to ring in the new life of roommatelessness. Plus, it has detachable grill plates. It'll be so clean so often. Man. Anyway, power's on at the new tinyplace, so I managed to take a Hefty Carload over there earlier. The blinds I bought ended up being too small, but this was rectified by moving the blind-holder things in a quarter inch or so with the weak-ass-but-still-useful Black and Decker cordless Battery Operated Screwdriver I splurged fifteen dollars on a month ago. The only potential problem I see so far is the air conditioner. The thing's bootleg as all hell. Like the decorative-and-functional front part air conditoners have to protect the delicate inner-workings is completely gone, and there's not even an air filter on there. Also, the fins or whatever you call them are all mashed down, (possibly attributed to the front part being gone) so air intake is probably a problem, leading to future disaster, and the thing is loud. Supposedly, a dude at work has a fairly modernized window unit back home that I can use if my window will hold it, so this might not be too much of a concern, though. If he comes through with that, I have to hook him up with pirated Venture Brothers DVDs. A good aspect of the new place, past the bootleg air conditooner and the tinyness of it all, is the shower. The shower at the current homestead sucks. Actually, it's broken, as in having to take baths. But even when it worked, there was no water pressure. But the new place, man, it has huge carloads of water pressure. I cleansed myself there earlier, and it was beautiful. And when I transfer my $17 shower head to that one, I'll be in for a new world of shower-based luxuriation. The only problem was that I forgot to take a towel, so I had to dry off with the pants I wore today.

And oh yeah, after I was done drying off, I had to run a naked lap around the living room-type area.

Just because I could.

My Fortune Cookie Finally Got it Right

HE IS THE GRAVY CHAMPION

He requires nothing less than the freshest gravy, served in a glass.

God damn

Thanks to the elimination of bread and peanut butter from my diet, in addition to the switch to nasty-ass fat-free mayonaise and the fact that I've eaten two loaves of bread in that period of time as opposed to the two a week I was going through before, I've lost roughly 23 pounds in the last two months. Only about a million more to go.

SONG OF THE DAY

Iron Maiden - "The Number of the Beast"

"Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the
beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short...
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the
beast for it is a human number, its number is Six hundred and
sixty six."

I left alone
my mind was blank
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind

What did I see
can I believe that what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy

Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me

'Cos in my dream it's always there
the evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair

The night was black was no use holding back
'Cos I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
Was this all for real or some kind of hell
666 the number of the beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released

Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
As they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires burning bright
The ritual has begun Satan's work is done
666 the number of the beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight

This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or just some crazy dream
But I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
They seem to mesmerise me ... can't avoid their eyes
666 the number of the beast
666 the one for you and me

I'm coming back
I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire
I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take it's course

CHICAGO BEAR OF THE DAY

TERRY OBEE

See you fuckers in a week or so.

Later, folks.

ONE OF THOSE SONGS OF THE DAYS

Suicidal Tendencies - "I Saw Your Mommy"

Yesterday, as I went out of the house
I saw a body lying down quiet as a mouse
Lying face down in the sewer
I got up closer and realized that I knew her
All her organs coming from her inside
Slashed up skin sliced up hide
Turned her over and saw the tire tracks on her head
That's when I realized she was dead
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead

Twisted body chopped off feet
Her body was minced meat
Bugs crawling on her arms
She's dead, can't do no harm
Gnarled up legs, broken and bent
Her last breath has been spent
I wonder how much you had to pay
To get your mom killed in such a bloody way

I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I watched her as she bled
Chewed off toes on her chopped off feet
I took a picture cause I thought it was neat
But the thing I like seeing the best
Was the rodents using her hair as a nest
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead

Twisted body chopped off feet
Her body was minced meat
Bugs crawling on her arms
She's dead, can't do no harm
Gnarled up legs, broken and bent
Her last breath has been spent
I know it's your allowance that you really miss
But make it look good at her funeral, and give her a little kiss

I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I saw her lying in a pool of red
I think it's the greatest thing I'll ever see
Your dead mommy lying in front of me
I'll always remember her lying dead on the floor
I hope she dies twenty times more
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead

Twisted body chopped off feet
Her body was minced meat
Bugs crawling on her arms
She's dead, can't do no harm
Gnarled up legs, broken and bent
Her last breath has been spent
I wonder how much you had to pay
To get your mom killed in such a bloody way

I talk to customers sometimes

Dude buying apples: You ever try one of these? (points at the Gala apples)
Me: Yeah.
Dude buying apples: You like 'em?
Me: Those? Yeah.
Dude buying apples: Shit yeah, dude, they're the fuckin' best. Especially after a FAT BOWL.
Me: Uh, right on.

Memories of Terror

Man. Someone on this one message board just mentioned the one thing thaqt truly terrified me beyond all other things when I was a kid. Q: The Winged Serpent. Back in small times when we could still afford HBO, this movie would come on, and it would freak my shit out. That flying snake-god thing just had to be real, and it just had to be coming to eat me and my dog. If I watched that movie, I wouldn't be able to sleep comfortably for weeks. Even now, as someone who rounds up to thirty years old and has seen multiple Evil Dead movies, a Faces of Death video, and got real bored one night and read a bunch of Cannibal Corpse lyrics, looking at stills from this movie gives me kind of a weird, uneasy feeling. Holy crap.

I'm better than you

Because I have a Neal Anderson rookie.

I Solve Crimes

So earlier today, someone posted this story at a message board I frequent. Basically, this dude raped somebody, and the cops released the composite sketch to the local news media type places, so people know who to look out for. And in case you were wondering, here's the sketch:

An impeccable likeness, I'm sure. Thing is, I got to looking at this picture, and something dawned on me: I've seen this guy somewhere before. But where? Then, while staring blankly at a wall and thinking about cartoons, which is what I usually do all day, the answer came to me:

The rapist is none other than Rusty Cuyler of "Squidbillies" fame. Case closed.

My name is Lucas. I solve crimes.

In other news...

Bill Introduced to make sex toys illegal in South Carolina.

If you outlaw dildos, only outlaws will have dildos.

Song of Thy Day

Vaginal Discharge - "Meth Lab Trailer Park"

So we bought the stuff and we headed home,
We're gonna make a lotta dough
Just crank out meth from our bath tub,
Won't have to work no more

And none of the neighbors gonna turn us in,
'Cause they're doin' just the same
So come on down and buy a bag,
And we'll be glad you came
Said we'll be glad you came

And the air smells bad, and the dogs are barking loud
But we've got satellite TV with stereo surround
Brand new carpet and furniture, all you see around
And it's always a party after dark in the meth lab trailer park
Said it's always a party after dark in the meth lab trailer park

Well, I've been up for four straight days,
And things are lookin' weird
No, I can't get a wink of sleep,
Though I drank about sixty beers
My head is startin' to hurt again,
Think I'll do another line
There goes my nose, it's bleedin' again,
But man, I'm feelin' fine
Said MAN, I'm feelin' fine!

And the air smells bad, and the dogs are barking loud
But we've got satellite DVD with THX surround
Brand new carpet and furniture, all you see around
And it's always a party after dark in the meth lab trailer park
Said it's always a party after dark in the meth lab trailer park

My plan

Someday, I'm going to become famous. Not sure how, but I will. And I'm going to totally become one of the cool kind of celebrities that everyone wants to be like. Like when I wear something, other people are going to wear it. And I'm totally going to bring back striped socks. That is my plan.

Messing around with some stuff.

Yup.

HAPPY EASTER

YOU FUCKS

Things I just learned...

In freezing rain that turns the road into a sheet of ice, the average driver in Norman, Oklahoma still sees nothing wrong with not using a turn sugnal and/or pulling right out in front of other cars.
Also, when my anti-lock brakes lock up, my car skids hard to the right.

When I'm God, it will be illegal for stupid people to drive.

Heard Rick Rubin's Gonna Produce the New Metallica Album

Here you go, Rick. Good luck.

HAPPY VALENTIME'S DAY

Today at work

While trying to say the phrase "put 'em too far apart," it came out as "tut 'em poo tar afart."

I've decided...

That the weight control cat food that Nutro makes smells like iced tea.
I wish we still had the bag it came in, so I could look up what the ingredients are. Perhaps orange pekoe is among them. Or something.

With all that in mind, here's a Voivod video.

SONG OF THE JUDGEMENT DAY

Anal Cunt - "Your Band's in the Cut-Out Bin"

Your record cost $3.99
Your record cost $2.99
Your record cost $1.99
And then it gets returned

Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin

You're right next to Hall & Oates
You're Right next to the Commodores
You're right next to Cameo
And you're a fucking homo

Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Cut-out bin, cut-out bin, cut-out bin, cut-out bin

You're in the return line
They don't take back records under $3.99
Then you start to fucking whine
Buy a real album next time

For the record

I can't believe I just spent ten minutes writing haikus about Terminator 2, either.

Terminator 2: Haiku Judgement Day

Terminator 2
I've watched it thrice in two days
That can't be healthy

Advanced prototype
Total liquid robot guy
Have you seen this boy?

Hey, this bigass dude
Is my own Terminator
Just don't kill those guys

How's my dog Wolfie?
Oh, Wolfie's doing just fine
But parents are dead

Learning computer
A neural-net processor
Helps Arnold find keys

A crazy-ass bitch
There's no fate but what we make
Gonna kill Dyson

The Terminator
Goes apeshit with minigun
Cacualties? Zip.

Liquid nitrogen
T-1000 all froze up
Blown up like a bitch

I know why you cry
But it's something I can't do
Now, please melt my ass

Haiku Massacre

I'm not Charlie Brown
He's a guy from out of town.
I met him in jail.

Ding Dongs, yo. Ding Dongs
You ain't fat. You ain't nothin'.
Inflatable suit.

Enis, Terrell, Haynes.
Rashaan Salaam, Cade McNown.
Cedric Benson? Fuck.

Oh, knock him out, John.
Shoot up in here amongst us;
One must have relief.

This toilet paper
It reminds me of John Wayne
Rough, tough, takes no shit.

I'm the Boogeyman
And I'm comin' to getcha.
Ha ha ha ha ha.

Ever notice...

Sometimes, I get bored and go to chatrooms. And in particular, I've noticed that heavy metal chatrooms are filled to capacity with dumbasses. No surprise there. But I've also noticed that these dumbasses will always do the same crap. Come in, yell something stupid, then start typing out song lyrics, like that's going to let us know they're truly cool, or something like that. And the lyrics are almost always either completely wrong, horribly misspelled, or both. And always in all capital letters. And it's always one of the same three or four bands: Metallica, Pantera, or occasionally Slipknot. Example:

Some dumbass: WISKY WEED AND METTALICA FUCK YEAH!!!!!!
Me: Aw hell.
Some dumbass: NEVER THREE NEVER ME SO I DONE THE UNFORGIVEN YEAH

And it's always the same, just like that. You never see one of these winners spitting out lyrics of someone like, say, Voivod:

Dumbass: NO ONE HERE NOWS REAL METAL! PASS THE WEED MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!
Me: Jesus, here we go again...
Dumbass: HERE YOU ARE, YOU'RE WITH ME, PROTECTING ALL MY CREW, I CARVED YOU FROM A TREE, MY VISION IS YOU
Me: Holy crap!

Yeah. I'm typing about weird crap. Maybe the fever is corrupting my brain or something.

And again

This morning, I woke up and all was well. My body didn't ache, I wasn't coughing, and my body temperature had lowered to a brisk 98.6 degrees. Then, when I got to work, my nose started running, which is something that it didn't do for the last couple days. So I blew my nose. And blew my nose. And blew my nose. And the pressure built in my sinuses. And everything started to hurt. And the world around me seemed to get colder and colder. I was sick in a way completely unrelated to how I was sick for the last couple days, and ended up going home an hour and a half early, which is something an iron-man like me would never do. Now, I'm back over the 101 degree mark and absolutely miserable. So, in an attempt to ease my misery, I strolled to the kitchen to get some ice cream. As I pulled it out of the freezer, it slipped, and in an ill-fated attempt to keep it off the floor, I ended up slamming the ice cream into my left ball at a high rate of speed.
The world can French-kiss my ass.

Song of the Goddamn Day.

Peggy Lee - "Fever"

Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever - in the the morning, fever all through the night

Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name, and you know I'm gonna treat you right
You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever - in the the morning, fever all through the night
Everybody's got the fever, that is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing, fever started long ago

Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her, he said "Julie baby you're my flame"
Thou givest fever, when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth
Fever - I'm afire, fever yea I burn forsooth

Captain Smith and Pocahontas had a very mad affair
When her Daddy tried to kill him, she said "Daddy-O don't you dare"
Give me fever - with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight
Fever - I'm his Missus, Oh daddy won't you treat him right

Now you've listened to my story, here's the point I have made:
Chicks were born to give you fever, be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade
They give you fever - when you kiss them, fever if you live and learn
Fever - till you sizzle, what a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
------
Currently, my fever stands at 101.4 dregrees, and you can all kiss my ass.
EDIT: 102.4 now. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

HOLY CRAP

I just got my cat to eat a tortilla.

SONG OF THE DIZZLE

Voivod - "Wrong-Way Street"

I lost my key...Where is the door?
Am I living here anymore?
My souvenirs thrown on the floor
It's never been this bad before
I went outside to get a life
But everything was closed up tight
Why should I care? Why should I run?
Now that I'm home...my guitar's gone!

I'm taking it day by day
Life goes on...oh, yeah, life goes on...

Awake at night I look outside
A burning car in the dawning light
A sorry sight...another fight
A scenery in black and white
What can I do? What can I say?
It's a hard time in a hard place

I'm taking it day by day
Life goes on...oh, yeah, life goes on...

Don't ask me if I feel alright
I'm glad that I am here tonight
Don't ask me if it's wrong or right
Remember everything is fine
Remember...Forever

It's getting worse, most everyday
But has it always been this way?
This price I have to pay today
My goddamn house is in flames
A traffic jam...commercial breaks
And politicians' big disgrace
This planet earth...it's where I live
It's where I'll die, I do believe

I'm taking it day by day
Life goes on...oh, yeah, life goes on...

Later, dude.

"Tonight is my last night in WWE, I am going back home to Japan. Thank you WWE for 5 years, thank you WWE, thank you ECW, thank you fans, thank you goodbye."
On one hand, this sucks, because Tajiri never got used as well as he should have been, and on top of leaving the WWE, he might be leaving wrestling altogether. On the other hand, it is pretty refreshing to see a guy leave the business on his own terms and with his health and his life in general intact. Because as New Jack put it, "That's the fun part about it. You die, or you get old, and you're retarded, and you're broke," and that's apparently not going to be the case here.
Anyway, if you are retiring, thanks for entertaining me over the years by making Steve Corino bleed like a stuck pig and telling Booker T that he looked "like Buckwheat on crack."

Define Irony:

Having some of the juice from a cough drop that's melting in my mouth go down the wrong pipe, resulting in a coughing fit.

You know...

I'm watching the Dimebag Darrell tribute episode of Headbanger's Ball right now, and Zakk Wylde's Darrell tribute song, "In This River" (I think that's what it was called) just came on. And I know it's the thought that counts and all, but god damn, someone needs to tell Zakk Wylde to never sing a song in public, ever again. Jesus Christ, that was horrible.

Also, drunken calls from your mom at midnight where she rambles on for twenty minutes, mostly saying the same stuff over and over and telling me she wants grandchildren really, really suck.

Winter Wonderland. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Maybe I should go make some sort of slush-man.

Two days and counting

...that my server has been offline, aside from a couple hours earlier. I can't believe I just sent those shithoses thirty bucks.

Whee.

Apparently, my entire server is down, as has been for like a couple hours now. Right as I'm about to send them a check for 30 bucks, too.

UPDATE: Well, it's 4 hours later, and it's still gone. As is the website of my server. This isn't good.

The Gayest Thing I Saw Today.

A fat kid wearing a t-shirt that showed a "sassy" looking Garfield, with the text "There's No Pity in This Kitty."

Gammacide, bitches.

Bah.

Had to change the blog settings to no longer allow comments from non-registered people. Ten seconds after the last thing I put on here, I immediately got two emails telling me there were new posts, and both were spam. They find a way to annoyingly advertise anywhere nowadays. I'll wake up tomorrow, and "CoolHomeLoans.com" will be shaved into the side of my cat, probably. I wonder if coolhomeloans.com is a real website. I should register that URL and sell it for a ton of money, if it isn't.

Undertaker vs. Cowboy Bob Orton Jr.

Hell yeah.

Sargent D and the Song of the Day

Stormtroopers of Death - "Sargent 'D' and the S.O.D."

Ruthless and vicious he'll stomp on your face
Deadly, malicious, stay out of his space
He'll rip your eyes out, don't look the wrong way
And once you meet him, there's no time to pray
He'll rip your heart out, make you eat your own lips
Then crack your elbows, and crush fingertips
He'll make you wish that you didn't exist,
Cause Sargent "D" is coming, and you're on his list

Don't cut the line, cause he'll cut off your legs
Don't take your time or you'll spend time with the dead
Don't try to trick him, he'll fill you with lead
Don't beg for mercy, he'll piss on your head
He'll kill your sister, then mail back the tits
He'll beat you senseless, then break out the whips
He'll make you wish that you didn't exist,
Cause Sargent "D" is coming, and you're on his list

He'll put gas on your kids, then throw them a match
He'll back the car over grandma, then dissect her cat
With his Stormtroopers of Death, he'll come to your town
Their Uzi's rip through flesh, then it's time to chow down
Their cause is justified, their reason is clear
The word revenge is all that they hear
He'll make you wish that you didn't exist,
Cause Sargent "D" is coming, and you're on his list

Awesome (Hopefully)

I'm pretty sure I just got rid of $100-$150 a month (depending on how long the month is) in bills. Basically, I bought my car back on October 22, after the fuel pump in the Z died, and being too drained of cash from living with Sarah to fix it, and it got towed away, never to be seen again. I miss that car. Anyway, the original pprice of the car was $3000, but after we found out that my band wouldn't loan me anywhere near that, the guy I bought it from dropped it to $2500. So with $1300 from my bank, that goes down to 1200, but since we were originally told the loan would be for $1370, I had to drop another 70 right there, bringing it down to 1130. Ever since then, I've paid the guy fifty bucks every time I've gotten paid, and between the checks for October 21, 2004 and August 25, 2005, that's 23 payments at fifty bucks a pop, totalling $1150, or twenty bucks more than I owed him. Add to that the fact that there might have been a few other $20-ish payments in those first few days that I've forgotten about, and my glorious 1997 Nissan Sentra GXE is not only paid, but anywhere between $20 and $120 OVERpaid. Fuck it, I can live with that. We'll just call it interest. So outside of the 50-ish a month I'm paying the bank, my car is paid for, at least on the seller's end.
But here's where it gets complicated. Several months back, the dude met me at work and told me he was going out of town for a couple weeks, and that I could just leave the bi-weekly fifty with his lawyer every payday. Alright. So a couple weeks pass, and I never hear from the dude again. No phonecalls, no meeting with me at work, no answers when I try to call him, and either he hasn't answered his door or parked his truck where he lives in a long time, or someone else lives in his old apartment. So his whereabouts are a total mystery to me now. I should ask lawyer dude about it. Hmm. Anyway... What's worse is that the last time I saw him, he mentioned something about the cart costing $3000, so he had either forgotten that he dropped the price or was trying to fuck me. I mentioned that he dropped it to 2500, and he said we could figure that out later, and of course, I haven't seenn him since. Overall, though, it's no biggie, since if he does show up wanting another 500 bucks, I have a tag reciept and the bank has a photocopy of the old title saying the price was 2500, so it won't make it to court, and if it does, I'll win. So yeah. One of the two car payments is gone, and I've got an extra hundred to play with every month. Think I might buy some pants.

STAND BACK! THERE'S A HURRICANE COMING THROUGH!

Fuck. Category 5, heading straight for a huge-ass city that's below sea level. If this thing is as bad as the news is making it sound, New Orleans might not exist by this time tomorrow. They're saying this one's stronger than Hurricane Camille was, and I think it's something like the fourth-strongest hurricane of all-time at the moment. Meanwhile, there's thousands and thousands of poor bastards piling into the Superdome, which might not make it through the storm anyway. The guy on the news just said something about how 50,000 people could die in this thing. This seriously could potentially be the most fucked-up piece of US history I've been alive for, and considering what went down a few years ago in New York, that's reeeeally fucked up. If you're anywhere near the coast right now, get the fuck out of there if it's still possible.

R.I.P. Piggy

I meant to put this up yesterday, but I got distracted by jobs and such. Anyway, in a major bummer for me, Voivod guitar player Denis "Piggy" D'Amour died Friday night from colon cancer. It was really a shock, as it was only about Wednesday or so that the general public knew he was sick at all, or that it was really that bad.
I honestly hadn't been a Voivod fan for very long; somehow, they just slipped under my radar until Jason Newsted curiousity led me to illegally download the 2003 self-titled album, which then led to actually me buying that album and hunting down the rest whenever I can find them. And sadly, one of the main things that made their music so cool was Piggy's work as a guitar player. He did really simple things, but made them sound so weird that you just knew there had to be more to it than that. In fact, according to Crisis Guitar player Azfaal Nasiruddeen, "I will never forget him laughing while telling me that whenever he saw VOIVOD guitar tablature in a magazine, it was always wrong. The authors could never figure out what Piggy was playing, so they always created these complex looking chordal structures. Piggy would laugh as he showed me how simple his actual approach was, and how his chords were created purely by sense of sound and feel as opposed to some technical nonsense." There aren't many unique guitar players out there, and it sucks that we had to lose one of those few. Rest in peace, best wishes to your family, etc. Later, dude.

Song of the Day

Randy Newman - "Political Science"

No one likes us-I don't know why
We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try
But all around, even our old friends put us down
Let's drop the big one and see what happens

We give them money-but are they grateful?
No, they're spiteful and they're hateful
They don't respect us-so let's surprise them
We'll drop the big one and pulverize them

Asia's crowded and Europe's too old
Africa is far too hot
And Canada's too cold
And South America stole our name
Let's drop the big one
There'll be no one left to blame us

We'll save Australia
Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo
We'll build an All American amusement park there
They got surfin', too

Boom goes London and boom Paree
More room for you and more room for me
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town
Oh, how peaceful it will be
We'll set everybody free
You'll wear a Japanese kimono
And there'll be Italian shoes for me

They all hate us anyhow
So let's drop the big one now
Let's drop the big one now

SONG OF THE DAY

Accept - "Balls to the Wall"

Too many slaves in this world
Die by torture and pain
Too many people do not see
They're killing themselves - going insane
Too many people do not know
Bondage is over the human race
They believe slaves always lose
And this fear keeps them down

Watch the damned (God bless ya)
They're gonna break their chains (Hey)
No, you can't stop them (God bless ya)
They're coming to get you
And then you'll get your
Balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall
You'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall - balls to the wall

You may screw their brains
You may sacrifice them, too
You may mortify their flesh
You may rape them all
One day the tortured stand up
And revolt against the evil
They make you drink your blood
And tear yourself to pieces

You better watch the damned (God bless ya)
They're gonna break their chains (Hey)
No, you can't stop them (God bless ya)
They're coming to get you
And then you'll get your
Balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall
You'll get your balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall - balls to the wall

Come on man, let's stand up all over the world
Let's plug a bomb in everyone's arse
If they don't keep us alive - we're gonna fight for the right
Build a wall with the bodies of the dead - and you're saved
Make the world scared - come on, show me the sign of victory
Sign of victory - sign of victory

You better watch the damned (God bless ya)
They're gonna break their chains (Hey)
No, you can't stop them (God bless ya)
They're coming to get you
And then you'll get your
Balls to the wall, man
Balls to the wall

Song of the (Birth)Day

Yup. I'm 25 now. Wheee.

Vaginal Discharge - Happy Fuckin' Birthday

Well, another fuckin' year has come and gone
So grab your fuckin' party hat and put that fucker on
We're gonna drink a lot of fuckin' beer and smoke a lot of fuckin' pot
And if you're s'posed to work tomorrow, better call and tell 'em to fuck off
Happy fuckin' birthday to you
All your fuckin' friends are here and your fuckin' family, too
Hope you get some fuckin' action, fuckin' drink until you spew
Happy fuckin' birthday to you
Well, we're gonna go out and hit every fuckin' bar
All the drinks are on the house, yeah, you're the fuckin' star
Get all fuckin' drunk and rowdy, gonna turn some fuckin' heads
Gonna party down so fuckin' hard, we;'re gonna tear this town to fuckin' shreds
Happy fuckin' birthday to you
All your fuckin' friends are here and your fuckin' family, too
Hope you get some fuckin' action, fuckin' drink until you spew
Happy fuckin' birthday to you
I said Happy fuckin' birthday to you

Some People Shouldn't be Allowed to Breed

Here's a real winner for you. Not only was the bitch drinking during her pregnancy, but she was drunk WHILE SHE GAVE BIRTH.

Melissa Irene Tanner, 37, of Dewey, Okla., is accused of having a blood alcohol content close to three times the legal limit when she gave birth to a baby girl on June 30. She is being held in jail with bail set at $30,000 and the baby has been placed in foster care.

And why was she in the hospital at the time she had the kid?

Tanner was brought to the hospital after falling off her porch, police said.

Oh, gee. It's times like this that you just want to grab two hammers, one for each hand, and just go out smashing people with them. They fucking need it. Here's another link to the story with a picture of the woman involved. Yeah, I'd have to say liquor was involved somehow in her getting pregnant. Call it a hunch.

SONG OF THE DAY~!

Sick of it All - "Potential for a Fall"

Here's another tale, a replay of society's failures
Out for ourselves, bred to consume in pursuit of wealth
And the ones in charge, once secure show disregard
For future generations who must endure what's left behind

No compassion, no caution, no forethought
Potential for a fall
No forethought, no vision, no future
Potential for a fall
Go about our lives as we turn a blind eye
As long as i get mine
Potential for a fall
Submissive, complacent, sit back and let it slip away
just can't seem to hold it together

And yet we continue with the charade of being individuals
as we get spoon-fed, kept in check by the latest trends
Are we that shallow? Is getting your groove on all that matters?
I'm not asking you to bleed, but show consideration please

No compassion, no caution, no forethought
Potential for a fall
No forethought, no vision, no future
Potential for a fall
Go about our lives as we turn a blind eye
As long as i get mine
Potential for a fall
Submissive, complacent, sit back and let it slip away

Sit back and let it slip away
We can't seem to hold it together
We can't seem to get it right

Your Wrestling Bummer of the Day

Shinya Hashimoto, Japanese wrestling legend, dead at the age of 40.
There aren't many details right now, but it looks like a brain anyeurism got him. And with the way they the Japanese guys dropped each other on their heads so much in the 90s, you have to get scared that news like this might become common pretty soon.
It'll suck not being able to watch him disco dance with Naoya Ogawa or kick the living shit out everyone in New Japan anymore. Bummer.

SONG O' THE DAY

Arlo Guthrie - "The Motorcycle Song"

I don't want a pickle
I just want to ride my motorcycle.
I don't want a tickle
I just dant to ride my motorcycle.
I don't want to die
I just want to ride my motorcy... cle.

HEY, KID

I'M A COMPUTER. STOP ALL DA DOWNLOADIN'.

I'm back, motherfuckers.

As if it couldn't get any worse...

Now, I find out that the detainees at Guantanamo Bay are eating better than I ever have. (Requires Acrobat Reader)

Well...

Went ahead and bit the bullet, and there should be a brand-new Dell on my doorstep (or at the post office; I don't know how they send these things) by Monday-ish. So yeah. Between the $273 hit I take Thursday when I pay my brother for all the various moving expenses, the 150 a month in various car payments, 60 or so for car insurance, 50 for cable/internet, whatever the hell rent is, electricty, needing to get my cat spayed, needing to get a phone, and whatever expenses are going to pop up when it's least convenient, adding that extra monthly PC payment is going to cripple my ass. I should still be able to pay all my bills, but I'll have to stay away from the $5.50 DVD bin and become reacquainted with the joys of ramen noodles and Ghetto Helper (add tuna or $1-a-tube ground turkey to Great Value brand macaroni and cheese - Total cost, about 80 cents for the tuna version and $1.33 for turkey.) for quite a while. In case an old roommate of mine ever stumbles across this page, I'd just like to point out that that's what you do when you wanna buy expensive shit: You make sure all bills can be paid and do without in other areas. You don't let rent go for 4 months so you can buy a computer that's about $1000 out of your price range, you stupid faux-lesbian moron. You know, if that woman ever paid me the money she owed me, it would knock out roughly half the cost of that damn computer. I'm not bitter. No, really. Anyway, to kill time, I'll probably go hammer out some sort of website update on my computer (the one that can't get on the internet) save it on a CD-R, and hopefully, you fuckwits can have something to read whenever the new stuff comes in. And I need to remember to pay the cable bill tomorrow. Crap.

Yup.

Crap screwed up. No internet access on my computer again. Getting a new computer is looking reeeeal good about right now.

ARGH.

Well, more computer shenanigans are afoot, and I had to reformat again. Right now, I'm looking for anyone crazy enough to give me a line of credit, since I can't afford a new computer all at once. I'm sick and fucking tired of this infernal device. Also, I have my FTP password now, but whatever is grievously wrong with my computer makes damn near any downloaded program installer corrupt, and it won't let me get in through the browser, so I still can't update the website. Life is hard. At least I have Burnout 3.

Fifty-third Time's a Charm

Ran the destructive recovery thing gain, and this time, it finally tok, so I have a working computer again. Ahhhhhhhh. Now, the problem is that last night I had to spend hours uninstalling all that crap HP inflicted on my computer, reinstalling the sound card, the CD burner, the USB 2.0 card, and several of the programs I actually use. I still need to hunt down a bunch of other programs, including a very legal copy of Dreamweaver, reinstall the DVD burner, and reinstal that damn TV tuner card that didn't come with XP drivers, so I have to hunt them down on the internet somewhere. THEN, there's the 4 years or so worth of Windows updates. Wheeeeeeeeee. Also, I lost my password to update the website. Fuck.

More FUN.

Welp, the System Restore thingy didn;t work, possibly because of the recovery partition getting fudged up when the power went out. After a chain of events that's had me reformat and run that damn thing like ten times now, I finally got it to work, and got Windows to start running. Then, while uninstalling some of the many useless programs the fine folks at Hewlett-Packard provided, I get prompted to restart. What happens then?

Windows could not start because the following file is missing or corrupt
\WINDOWS\SYSTEM32\CONFIG\SYSTEM

FCUKFUCKFUCK. The exact same thing as before. So I'm going to try again, and if it doesn't work, I'll just do what I should have done and hunted down someone with an XP disk, so I can copy their System files. God damn, I hate computers so much.

Fun Update

Decided to go ahead and do the HP non-destructive system restore, which would only leave me with about 30 minutes of reinstalling hardware and a couple hours of Windows Updates between me and a fully-functional computer, without getting rid of all my files and crap. (at least I hope it doesn't kill all my files and crap. Even if it kills my programs, it;'s suppoised to at least keep "My Documents", one would think) So anyway, that takes like 30 minutes to do, and about 28 minutes in, the power goes out, so I have to do that all again. Fudge.

So on that note, here's your SONG OF THE DAY:

Anal Cunt - "Technology's Gay"

How many megs of ram do you have on your computer?
TECHNOLOGY'S GAY
Hey, why don't you check out my website at www dot -
TECHNOLOGY'S GAY
I was looking at the Star Trek Website, and I -
TECHNOLOGY'S GAY
Let me fax you my e-mail address
TECHNOLOGY'S GAY

Fun.

Well, had some fun goings-on with my computer, and it now tells me my WINDOWS/BLAH/SYSTEM directory is either missing or corrupt, and I need the XP disk to run setup and fix my crap. Problem is, I don't have that disk. Fart. So I'm computerless until we can hunt one down or I get impatient enough to run that HP system restore thing again. Life sucks.
Also, we're supposed to have the Storm of the Century of the Day here soon, with up to 90 mph winds supposedly, so the power's gonna go out anyway.

WHEEEEE~!

So since there won't be any real updates to the main site any time soon, I'll just entertain you folks with this little thing I meant to link to the main page soon: THIS IS WHERE THE POWER LIES.

Current Status

Trying to get motivated to box up stuff and load up the car, lamenting the fact that all available recordings of Bill Cosby, George Carlin, and Jerry Clower are in a box somewhere at the other apartment, and making the five-minute drive over there to grab one would be counter-productive. Life is hard. Maybe that Richard Pryor tape is still here.

The Cuervo Gold. The Fine Columbian. The Missile Defense Strategy.

Here's a weird one for you. Apparently, Jeff "Skunk" Baxter, formerly of Steely Dan and Moody Blues fame, is now some sort of anti-terrorism / missile-defense superfreak.

"We thought turntables were for playing records until rappers began to use them as instruments, and we thought airplanes were for carrying passengers until terrorists realized they could be used as missiles," says Mr. Baxter, who sports a ponytail and handlebar mustache. "My big thing is to look at existing technologies and try to see other ways they can be used, which happens in music all the time and happens to be what terrorists are incredibly good at."

Someday, I'm going to write an action movie. Maybe not any time soon, but someday. And someone like this is either going to be the hero or the villain. Holy crap.

Good news, bad news.

The good: I'm moving out of this shithole soon.
The bad: That means I'll be without internet, cable, phone, and other fineries for a while, and until then, I'm still in a stinky pit where there's no hot water and the bedroom can also double as a swimming pool.

Song of the Day

Blood for Blood - "Hangin' on the Corner"

Oh my sweet, sweet Jesus Christ
Another Saturday night
And I'm hangin once again
on my private little corner of hell
Little Mikey C. Just O.D'd
In the alley just a block away
Him and my little brother used to play
I watched the ambulance take him away
His mom's gonna take it hard
cause his dad just got locked away
for 3 ta 5
For a deal he felt he had to make
for his family to survive

I know the world can be so cold
I know the world is so cold

(I been) Hangin' on the corner
Hey hey hey !
I got nothing to do
And I got nothing to lose
Hangin, hangin' on the corner
Wasting away.
Another wasted night
Another bottle of booze, Alright!

And I know that no one cares:
I can see it in your empty stares
when I tell you these tales of woe
I tell you these tales of woe
because we really care.

I know the world can be so cold
I know the world is so cold

Hangin' on the corner
Hey hey hey !
I got nothing to do
And I got nothing to lose
Hangin, hangin' on the corner
Wasting away.
Another wasted night
Another bottle of booze, Alright!

Down past Hayes Square
is where the wealthy dine
where they laugh and drink fine wine
Well, two blocks over
is where the Sergeant died
in a hall of fire ( here we go ! )
on a warm summer's night
All you forgotten in the projects
I hear Ya'.
All you numbers in the cell block:
We care.
All you sweatin' in the detox:
We care.
To all you hoods that are dodgin' cops:
We care.
And to all you bleeding
from a broken heart
You know you've got a brother here.

Hangin' on the corner
Hey hey hey !
I got nothing to do
And I got nothing to lose
Hangin, hangin' on the corner
Wasting away.
Another wasted night
Another bottle of booze, Alright!

Hangin' in the corner.
Hey hey hey !
I got nothing to lose and I got nothing
ro prove to you.
Hangin', hangin on the corner, wasting away.
I pray my luck will change one day.
Some day.

Random quote from yesterday

"Don't blow it out your butt, or it'll burn."

Another one down.

1972-2005

Well, if this isn't just an absolute fucking bummer, nothing is. First, the guy's a big time star wrestler with the WWF, ECW, and WCW, then the drugs every wrestler on Earth was on at he time finally caught up with him, (and his wife) and he pretty much hit rock bottom. Then, things finally start going right for the guy. Chris and Tammy get clean, Chris catches on with TNA, starts doing good, and it's the total fairytale comeback story. Then, at the pay per view this weekend, he breaks his fucking leg. Well, okay, minor setback, right? He gets surgery to fix everything, and does the whole wheelchair-bound manager thing at the Tv tapings Tuesday, and everything's cool. Then, a few hours ago, the guy just dropped dead. Apparently, it was a blood clot from the surgery.
33 years old. The world pisses me off sometimes.

Yeah.

Call me crazy, but I don't feel very confident in a financial institution that also apparently makes pizza.

Finally...

I swear, I think that I had Iron Maiden's "The Prisoner" stuck in my head for like two friggin' weeks. But finally, FINALLY, I've managed to get something else stuck in there. I mean, it's a good song and all, but there's only so much you can take of something stuck in your head like that. It's like you're fucking trapped. Like I was a prisoner of "The Prisoner", or something. But now everything's cool. Because now, I'm not a prisoner; I'm a free man, and my blood is m- FUCK.

Sam Mills

1959-2005

SON OF SONG O THE DAY

Joe Esposito - "You're the Best"

Try to be best
‘Cause you’re only a man
And a man’s gotta learn to take it

Try to believe
Though the going gets rough
That you gotta hang tough to make it

History repeats itself
Try and you’ll succeed

Never doubt that you’re the one
And you can have your dreams!

You’re the best!
Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Best!
Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Best!
Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ow-own

Fight ‘til the end
Cause your life will depend
On the strength that you have inside you

Ah you gotta be proud
starin’ out in the cloud
When the odds in the game defy you

Try your best to win them all
and one day time will tell
when you’re the one that’s standing there
you’ll reach the final bell!

You’re the best!
Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Best!
Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Best!
Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ho-how-ho-own

INSPIRING GUITAR SOLO

You’re the best!
Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Best!
Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Best!
Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ow-own

Fight ‘til you drop
never stop
can’t give up
Til you reach the top (FIGHT!)
you’re the best in town (FIGHT!)
Listen to that sound
A little bit of all you got
Can never bring you down

You’re the best!
Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Best!
Around!

repeat to fade, occasional background shouts of “Oh Ye-eah!”