there once was a man from centralia

Yup. It is still the same!

Hey Joe, is your email address still the same? BTW Merry Christmas.

Andrew

Do You Remember when we were passionatly tuned to the internet repeating political spasms. And now look at us, barely present, in all kinds of crazy states being payed for this or that.

I decided a couple of years ago never to mourn famous people who I didn't know.
Nonetheless...

Wow. I have lived in Nevada for quite a long time now. Dianna and I moved, like, two months ago. I can't belive that it has been that long. I can't believe how few updates I have made to my interweb in that time. FOr that I apologise to all of you who came to rely on my daily updates. I have been updating the website for the site of my year of service. http://carson-family.org. I know that very few people reading this are in the Carson area, and even fewer are, or have young children in the Carson Area, but you may find it somewhat interesting.

There was a meeting in Reno yesterday, and it was Dianna's birthday. The Circus Circus promises that it has world class circus acts every day. I don't really know about that. They did have a lady on a giant unicycle though.
Crazy, crazy times.

I helped assemble a newsletter for the Nevada Service Learning Partnership. If anyone has any interest in seeing it, write or call me and I will email you a copy. Unless you are involved with education, more specifically education through active engagement in service in either nevada some parts of california, it may not be of any interest to you. But it might.

Talk to you both later.
JBW

Well, hi everybody. I will soon have a computer with which to write this semi-regular update. Until then, Andrew can write stuff. I hope.
Dianna is driving to Seattle to pick stuff up and see her nephew. I am going to be sad and lonly for a little while, so send me emails and I will check them at work on Monday.
At work. Bye.

Well. It seems my laptop has, at last, returned to my desk. Sadly I suspect Joe is no longer digitally inclined in his nevada life.

Sorry about not being able to access the internet recently. I have been to the coolest Karaoke bar of my life, spent a week in Provo, and found a long lost friend since the last time I wrote. I guess that I will have to write more when I have more time.

From Drivin' On by the Breeders via This Here Website

Drivin' on nine
I sure look pretty
Carson City
Walking down the isle

Drivin' on nine
Does daddy have a shutgun
He said he'd never need one
Go another mile

So here we are in Carson.
It is the state capital, but what is really funny is how modern the capital buildings are. Maybe I will send you all a post card.

There was this crazy night at shotz wherin it was very crowded. I was dancing, it was fun, pretty girls said I was cute. Anyway the cops came around, they have cute hats here, they were looking around. I was waiting for beer at happy hour for most of the hour (crowded bar) I said to ben "this place is way over maximum occupancy I suspect"
This Kid James took all his drugs when he saw the cops (that was pretty funny)



Ben then told me about a video they'd watched in his restauranting course that day wherin a pub just like shotz was intentionally burned for the purposes of this particular educational video, it burned much more quickly than they expected (in fifteen minutes . . . nothin)



Anyway, so shotz is a deathtrap. So the next week the bouncer was no longer sitting at his usual table smoking cigarettes doing nothing, he was instead waiting by the door with a bank style line guider.



The Sad part is, now there is a maximum capacity for shotz, so one really wants to go with friends because one can't necessarily hope to run into cool kids and one doesn't want to feal awkward.



Also, there is something really gross and icky about shotz, I mean that's really part of its charm, but It just doesn't feel right waiting in line to get in. So anyway since shotz is basically my life and I haven't been there really properly for more than two weeks I'm going a bit crazy. And there's no sign of the situation really fixing itself for a while. So I'll have to find a new dive.

It has taken several days more than we had planned, but we are going to visit Amie tomorow. However, we are now in Berkeley, in the house of Jamie, who you may remember from the previous blog entry, and his wife Jayne.

They have flown to the Southern California, so they are not here, but in the region where we will be tomorow. Wacky, eh?

To explain, it has been good to visit here.

Furthermore, I am looking forward to seeing Spy Kids 3D.

Additionally, I apologise for the ridiculous transitions. On the other hand, I thought that forced transitions would be funny and very much like the writing of seventh graders. To explain, I will talk to you all soon.

Hi! This is Joe's friend Jaime. Joe and Dianna and Neville are here in Berkeley, and we're getting drunk and thinking about watching Star Trek. Earlier we went and saw Pirates of the Carribean, and all agreed that Johnny Depp is hot. Bye Bye Now!

[ the big move! ]

yay! joe can drive! and passing with a 93! very impressive!

i remember when i took my driver's test... i did so horribly, that by the time we got back to the DMV, i was sure i failed! i was so jittery that i crashed right into the wall when i parked the car. i was on the verge of hysterical laughter when my testerperson announced that i passed with a 80!!!

dianna, joe and i have plans to go to disneyland this monday!!! i'm pretty excited! i'm still trying to find ways to drive over to carson city with them, but it's looking kind of grim. i've had a string of three-day weekends the last month (mom's graduation - seattle, fourth of july, san diego comic convention...) and i don't want to push my luck!

Vroom vroom!

I am officially a licenced driver! My big, lifelong no driving rule has been permanently broken. We drove to the D.O.L. in Kelso, because it was the place where we could actually schedual a test for Tuesday morning. When we got there, everyone was so friendly! The lines were very, very short. The area was rather rural, which made the driving easier.

Yesterday, I was going to have my final driving lesson with Kirshner at 9:00 am. At 10 I started trying (unsuccessfully) to call them. When I had totally given up on the lesson happening, I got a call from them telling me that they hadn't even written me on to the schedual. Bah, Humbug!

So after the loss of the last driving lesson, I was a little bit worried. I was expecting to have somewhere between 5 and 8 lessons. I ended up only having three. Had I stuck it out, I could have taken my test in their driver's ed. car, complete with passenger side break pedel and top mounted sandwich board sign. Prior to the test, I would have a chance to practice for an hour with a trained instructor.

My score was 93, which is not bad. I only needed a 80 to pass. I wonder if my score could have been perfect had I had those last few lessons. I further wonder if I would actually like driving, or at least feel confident driving with them.
Well, I am quite sleepy. I will try to update again soon.

Here is a picture of Nevelle, our new van. Actually the van in the picture is a totally differrent van, though it is the same type. Nevelle has fake wood paneling peeling off of the side.
Vroom vroom!

Ubilupusest: on august 27th, Mars will be only 35 million miles from Earth. closer than it has been for 60,000 years. closer than it will be for another 60,000 years. i think that's pretty cool.
tmnt18: wow
Ubilupusest: yeah. put that in your blog man...

The t.A.T.u. website had nothing about the band's rumored break up, but it did have this.

Morissey Calls t.A.T.u.'s Version of 'How Soon Is Now?' "Magnificent"

Morissey, former singer of The Smiths, who originally wrote and performed the song "How Soon Is Now?" in 1984 had this to say about t.A.T.u. in the U.K.'s Word Magazine:

Word: Did you hear t.A.T.u.'s version of "How Soon Is Now?"

Morissey: Yes, it was magnificent. Absolutely. Again, I don't know much about them.

Word: They are teenage Russian lesbians.

Morissey: Well, aren't we all?

Jamie sent me this link. It is a pretty funny and may be worth the 25mb download.

[I don't think I can ever believe in anything again.]



From Pravda.ru:


The situation in the notorious Russian pop duo is getting tense

Until recently, the Russian pop duo Tatu was doing fine. The two girls have just returned from their promo tour in Japan - album sales in Japan have reached the level of two million copies. Tatu went to Japan with a commercial visit, getting ready for a future tour. The visit was rather entertaining: Lena Katina arrived with her mother Inna and sister Katya. Julia Volkova came with her boyfriend Pavel.

Ahh, well. No van yet. I guess that we will just have to walk to Nevada.
Why doesn't anyone sell working cars? Why is every used car for sale a scam?

Hey, I haven't posted in a while. They Might Be Giants has a song about Nevada. Or I guess it's just John Linell. It Goes

"Nevada Nevada, the dream of every gall/Nevada Nevada is every boy's pal"



That's all for now

[ jell-o shots ]

i felt like a twentysomething this weekend! i actually went out and had social interaction! three of my seattle friends converged at my place and we headed off to a party. we danced around and had lively (un-sober) conversations until past four in the morning. woke up early (well, 9am), slightly headachy, in a panic because i had a baby shower to cook for. i managed to make fried rice for forty people before noon. now, experienced cooks would scoff at this because fried rice is superduper easy to make, but, with a kitchen the size of half a pool table, and no large pots and/or pans, i had to prepare the rice in a dozen small batches...

came home late, after the LAPD shut down the freeway for an hour to clear an accident (all the lanes were literally blocked by cop cars, amazing really, but this is the second time i've been stuck in one of these). i chatted with dianna, got the tentative dates of our big trip to disneyland (yay!), and now i'm going to read in bed... 'night!

Joe: we may have found a van

Jamie: yeah?

Joe: it's actually a minivan

Joe: but without seats

Jamie: what kind?

Joe: 1992 DODGE CARAVAN CARGO VAN

Jamie: nice. how many miles?

Jamie: how much? 3500?

Joe: 147,000 miles. They are asking $2000, it is pretty beaten up inside and out, but it seemed to run well. Dianna is going to take it in to her mechanic tomorrow.

Jamie: damn...

Jamie: beaten up matters not.

Joe: nope.

Joe: Damn?

Jamie: damn?

Joe: I was wondering why you wrote damn.

Jamie: cheap...

Joe: very good if it works for us

Joe: it is a whole lot less space than we were planning, but the AC works

Jamie: yeah... good luck... I'm taking the vw to a mechanic Monday or Tuesday too.

Joe: Oh, and it doesn't have a second seat.

Joe: I mean third

Jamie: you can put stuff on top.

Joe: yeah

Joe: and I don't know if it is possible to get another seat in there

Joe: which would only be a problem because our friend Amie may come with us

Jamie: ooh.

Joe: Yeah

Joe: so an additional seat would be important

Jamie: why would it be hard to put another seat in? if you can find one.

Joe: I don't know. IT was sold as a cargo van

Jamie: Dianna should ask her mechanic.

Joe: yeah

Joe: I know, it's lame and super early, but I think that I may head off to sleep in the next couple of minutes

Joe: Something odd,

Joe: it was sold as a cargo van

Joe: but it has windows

Jamie: windows are good, though.

Joe: I know

Joe: I like the enough visibility to drive thing

Jamie: how's driving coming?>

Joe: I did some today

Joe: nothing scary happened

Jamie: that's good.. city streets?

Joe: and Dianna quit the more morally corrupt of her two jobs so we will have time to drive every night this weekend

Joe: my neighborhood

Joe: and auburn

Jamie: gotten on the freeways yet?

Joe: yeah

Joe: done some of that

Jamie: I like cities better... but eventually merging gets less blood-curdling.

Joe: I really prefer freeways

Jamie: yeah?

Joe: except when there are tires, ice cream trucks and ninjas in the roadway

Jamie: the ninjas can be a bit rough.

Joe: it is so much easier just going, not having to remember who's turn it is to go, not having to watch out for pedestrians

Joe: except for the ninjas

Joe: but they can take care of themselves

Joe: when things are going as expected, freeway driving is a lot easier for me

Jamie: yeah... just remember, you're more afraid of them than they are of you.

Jamie: I like cities. there are distraction, but it's all slower.

Joe: yeah

Joe: I can enjoy that

Joe: I hope I can get this driving down in a week though

Joe: because if not, I may have to get licensed there

Joe: and that would suck

Jamie: why?

Joe: But I like the idea of having a car soon so that I can practice more.

Joe: Because I don't think that I could do the drive

Joe: Do you know if it is legal for me to drive outside of the state with just my permit?

Joe: If Dianna is in the passenger side

Jamie: jeez... I think it is.

Jamie: she's over 21...

Jamie: should be... but I'm not sure.

Joe: and has been driving more than 5 years

Joe: Yeah, that is sort of vague

Jamie: that's a quick phone call away though.

Joe: because if I could, I would have had the practice to almost certainly pass once I got there. IN theory anyway

Joe: to whom?

Joe: DMV?

Joe: I mean DOL

Jamie: yup.

Joe: Well, if I fail my test, I will just have to give them up a call

Joe: and I should remember, that even now there are much worse drivers than me licensed and on the road

Jamie: definably.. and less conscientious.

Jamie: one piece of advice--be really obvious about checking your mirrors.

Jamie: don't just look--turn your head.

Joe: I think that I do already

Joe: but I will work on that

Jamie: yeah... the only thing I lost points for was 'striking an object.'

Jamie: but the guy didn't fail me.

Jamie: so hey.

Joe: that seems like something that you would loose several points for

Jamie: yeah... eight I think... fewest possible.

Jamie: just bumped the curve when I was parking

Joe: When I was taking driving lessons he would always tell me "That's an automatic fail right there"

Jamie: yeah... most of those are optional automatic fails, at least in California. all automatic fail means is that they can fail you for it... they don't always.

Jamie: 'striking and object

Jamie: was one...

Joe: Yeah

Jamie: but you'll do fine... and some of the best drivers I know failed their first time.

Joe: I have never failed

Jamie: a test?

Joe: and I don't really have time to fail.

Joe: Oh, no

Joe: not a driving test anyway

Joe: Dianna sends love

Joe: I have failed calculus tests and such

Jamie: oh--hi dianna!

Joe: but not very often

Jamie: I think I'm going to do the sleep thing. very good luck with the van.

Joe: you too

Jamie: thanks. g'night.

This blog entry makes referance to Andrew's most recent one. Go here and read all about it.

Roger Ebert has mentioned Dave Eggers.

Okay, Go to google Type in weapons of mass destruction without quotes and click on I'm Feeling Lucky. It's cool. I heard about it at thismodernworld

my god. barry white is dead.

Here is the Ron Wood Family Resource Center, Carson City, NV.

Joe, post this?


Freelance writer Lynn Ferrin offers a vivid description of Carson City by quoting Mark Twain:
"By and by Carson City was pointed out to us," wrote Mark Twain in Roughing It. "It nestled in the edge of a great plain and was a sufficient number of miles away to look like an assemblage of mere white spots." The mountain summits overlooking it, he noted, "seemed lifted clear out of companionship and consciousness of earthly things."

Here is a purple Hot Hot Heat.

I've been hoping your moping around the street again.
I've been tripping from sipping the dripping dirty water tap.
I've been poking a voodoo doll that you do not know I made.
Lyrics



It's terribly catchy, hip

and It Makes the Kids Dance

They're called hot hot heat and they are from canada and I believe they are on sub pop. Which is kind of sad because I was beginning to enjoy the whole faux indie thing and then this fun song comes from a real indie lable.


Why did the Indie Rawker cross the road?








Oh My Gawd, You still don't know?

Anyway, I hate them because they look so much like all the other indie rawkers (feel free to purpleize them joe) but I love them because they make the kids dance


In unrelated news, I rented the Animatrix Digital Video Disc and it totally kicks both of the two live-action matricies on the bottom. It was way trippy man, it totally blew my mind. Also I watched a whole lot of Kevin Smith commentry on the bonus Jay and SB SB dvd today.

We're going to Nevada!

more soon

I am not good at my job. I really shouldn't care. I have already worked for them for a week and a half, and I think that I have at least another two days to get my act together and start being good at my job before losing it. In that time I will have made a whole lot more money that I would have had I not had the job.

Still, I am not used to failure. I am so often so successful with things that I work towards.

One of the interview questions that I have encountered several times over the last year or so, as I have looked for jobs has been, "How do you deal with failure or major dissapointment?"

I have always maintained that I am good at putting things in to perspective. Not everything that I work towards is going to work out, but in the grand scheme of things, it isn't a very big deal. Further there is something to be gained from every failure.

Now I am trying to practice that in real life.

Joe, would you put this on your blog? Thanks baby
Dianna
06/26/03 12:07am

Tonight I sold $695 in play subscriptions. 2 orders, 4 sets of tickets. Two front row seats. This was more than $100 more then the next most successful seller. This earned me several high fives and a $10 bill at the end of the night. I need a non-profit guru to lead me to conviction that soliciting support for the arts is good and pure and how things should be. The arts can’t be exclusively covered by taxes. It could be that my ideal picture of Government doesn’t include burocracy for the arts because the arts are competently flourishing with the independent support of citizen groups. We studied this at the U in my comparative sociology class, I should check my notes but part of the definition of a vibrant, free democracy (or something appealing sounding like that) is strong, independent groups separate from the Government. and then I should use my powers to become...Steven Keeton from Family Ties.

[ one more casualty of being poor... ]

so i pre-ordered my copies of 'the order of the phoenix' many many weeks ago. amazon promised release date delivery (which i thought was really really cool), but when it came time to ship and they attempted to charge me, my checking account balance was (embarassingly) low enough not to let the transaction go through (where are the overdraft charges when you need them?) sigh. by the time i put money in my account and asked to retry my card... it was too late for prompt shipment but i still thought it would only be delayed a couple days. but i just checked and now my estimated ship date is now 'between june 27 - july 1'. LAME-O.

i'm kicking myself for obvious reasons, but the other little mini-kick myself reasons are: 1. i had an opportunity to pick my copy up at midnight at the official hp release party. (that would have been a good photo op.) 2. i could have picked up my copy the next day at target for $16.88 plus tax (i was wistfully gazing at the shelves of beautiful blue books, but restrained myself from purchasing one because i thought mine would be waiting for me when i got back to los angeles.) 3. i could have actually read something besides the 'airmall' catalogue on the plane...

[cool title thing that amie does]

i just thought that I would try it.

Oh, I am half way through. I know, I am taking it slowly, but it is worth it to savor every page. The exception to that would, of course, as in every book in the series, be during the quiditch matches, which one pretty much has to read as quickly so as to keep up.

[ adventures travellin' ]

so, i had adventures getting back to los angeles from seattle yesterday. my family's unofficial motto is 'A FAMILY THAT'S LATE TOGETHER... STAYS TOGETHER!' we left my house an hour before my scheduled flight and it wasn't pretty. i never carry anything in my pockets at the airport (to avoid the whole beeping/walk-through-again-please sequence), but i had gone to the fremont street fair that day and had with me some souveniers. the buttons (one peace sign, one 'i love amie') attached to my belt loop caused me to be herded into the 'm'am-i-need-you-to-spread-your-legs' line. the metal rod that went with my new dragonfly garden ornament thiniemajig caused walkie-talkies to blare and superiors to be called. (RED ALERT! RED ALERT! potentially dangerous home decor!) they made me take off my flip-flops to run through the x-ray machine.

i finally got on my plane ten minutes before take-off.

during beverage service, the waitress accused one of my row-mates of touching her butt when it just wasn't true. he was black, she was white, i don't really know if that had anything to do with anything, but she gave him the evil eye for the rest of the flight.

Amie is also the person who's interweb conversations with me are posted on this very site from time to time.

[ introduction ]

hello out there!

amie has now officially joined joe's blog! as soon as i get over the monday morning blues... i might think of something interesting to write! for a face to go with these words, check out joe's photos from the harry potter release party! you can also meet most of my sibs! i'm the one with the purple hat!

Wow! Photos from the Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix release party!

I wonder what Reno is like.
Harry Shearer's show is very cool. I just discovered it a couple of weeks ago.

tmnt18: I just got this email:

"Hello Joseph: I now have openings in Reno, Carson City, Virginia City, North Lake Tahoe/Truckee. Starts August 10. Are you interested?



Florence G. Phillips

Recruitment and Training Coordinator

Nevada VISTA Service-Learning Program #NV 310131-0

Phone: 775-888-2021 (9AM-9PM, Monday-Sunday) "

iish 003: what do you think of that

iish 003: i've never been to any of those places

tmnt18: I haven't either

tmnt18: I applied pretty arbitrarily. Where Haven't I been?

tmnt18: I asked myself

tmnt18: I had Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas on

tmnt18: and so I said to myself, "Nevada! I have never been to Nevada!"

iish 003: that movie is pretty weird

iish 003: i think i only saw it once, and i don't think i was sober

tmnt18: Nor should you have been

tmnt18: Maybe I was watching Ocean's Eleven

tmnt18: So we may be nevada bound

tmnt18: or illinois bound

tmnt18: or oregon bound

tmnt18: or not

tmnt18: but it is all up in the air at the moment

tmnt18: and it is all really very soon

iish 003: it sure is

Lost in America, the episode of This American Life that was recorded over the course of a tour including Portland Oregon has been posted on the internet. Careful followers of this journal will remember that Dianna and I went to that taping. If you listen very carefully, you may hear us.

Here is another test. There were a few things that I didn't have any real answers for, but that is okay. I was Joey last time I took it, but this time I am Dawson.

Oh, I had no idea what to answer for pretty much any of the questions in the adelaide hardcore band quiz. None the less, I took it and through a set of pretty much arbitrarily ticked boxes I was given this;

you are... SHOTPOINTBLANK


* procrastination is your middle name. it seems to
take you a while to achieve anything -
websites, a recording.. its launch! but hey it
gets done eventually and when it does its all
for the kids. you know what hardcore is all
about and you take pride in your beliefs.. its
just we dont always wanna hear about them.


which current adelaide hardcore band are you?
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Vroom vroom vroom.
The washington state department of licencing has some tips if you are looking to buy a used car.
Today, we saw one by the side of the road that was for sale, so we called. I wonder what, if anything will come of that.

Dianna got two new jobs! Geee whizzz. I'm back working at Pearson in a week, and I am not nearly ready to take my driving test. Though I have driven more in the last week than in the whole of my life leading up to it. Crazy times. Who would have guessed that I would, well, ever be behind the wheel of anything other than a bumper car?

Hi, this is Andrew. Since I moved away from all of my friends to Australia I have found that the funnest place for me to be is called Shotz. At Shotz's web page you can see some old promotions and get your own email at their domain. Mine is Entropop@shotzbar.com. Anyhow all the pretty and hip kids dance there. It is in adelaide
And I meet lots of nice people who remember that I dance silly and say "I remember you, you dance silly" and then I smile and we become friends for as long as 30 or 45 seconds.

The kids are dancing to indie rock and fake indie rock and some old Micheal Jackson music and the pixies even sometimes.

Here's a quiz I just found about adelade that mentions Shotz.
Here.It's about finding out which Adelaide hardcore band you are.
Here is my result

you are.. THE KILLCHOIR PROJECT


*its all about the drugs and the bitches..
apparently. in between flirting with
bisexuality and cocaine you find time to create
extraordinarily long song titles that are
totally irrelevant. your groupies dig your
band, its just that you hate each other so much
you may not be around long enough to enjoy it.
lucky you..


which current adelaide hardcore band are you?
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A lot of us guys think that we might find us some wives at shotz.

Shotz refers to both the shotz taken on the pool table and the shotz taken at the bar. You can get ten shots of alchohol for five dollars. There is a cheap happy hour on fridays and saturdays where you get beer for an austrlian dollar.

Shotz got robbed on Saturday. I can't find any mention of it on the net though. Apparently masked asailants dropped in through the roof after the kids left and took the till from the manager, only to escape to the roof. They got 3 of my dollars which I wanted shotz to have in exchange for some beer I drank.

Anyway, if you're looking for me I'll be at Shotz. In the future I will post more about shotz. And I'll try to get some nice pictures.

Today my friend Brian and I went to Northgate Mall. Tomorow, I have my first driving lesson.

Sorry for so few updates in the past few... um... weeks I guess. Here is a page from my zine. My friend Aime (who you may remember from such previous entries as the discussion of the final episode of Dawson's Creek) scanned and colored it.

Round up of Political Cartoons From the Animal Kingdom from TomTheDancingBug

I am a failure as a blogger. I am sorry
I will try to do better in the future.
Until then, know this
Cheap whisky is much much better than no whisky.

More later.

Before & After

Funny how a T.V. show can ruin your mistique.

iish 003: how the heck was it?

tmnt18: oh it was super

iish 003: i'm sorry i missed it!

iish 003: give me a quick rundown

tmnt18: So, it's five years later. Dawson has a show about his and his friends young life called "The Creek."

iish 003: *nods*

tmnt18: it has the exact same advertising campaign as the real show, and the same font... la la la la la

tmnt18: Joey is some editor or something, but she lives in new york with her poet boyfriend guy.

iish 003: do they look older?

tmnt18: not really. Pacey has reopened a restaraunt back home in capeside.

tmnt18: Jack and Pacey's brother, doug, the sherriff are dating. Jack is teaching english at, guess where? capeside highschool!

tmnt18: and jen

tmnt18: has a baby

iish 003: i didn't know pacey's brother was gay

iish 003: who's the dad?

tmnt18: well, he wasn't really gay until now.

tmnt18: It really wasn't addressed

tmnt18: but to say that the dad left

iish 003: ah, how convienient

iish 003: the gayness and the deadbeat dad

tmnt18: And Dawson's mother's wedding is what brings the

tmnt18: huh?

iish 003: oh, just that it was a conveinient way of ending the show

tmnt18: Well, dawson's mom's wedding is what brings them all together in capeside.

tmnt18: And what keeps them there...

tmnt18: is...

tmnt18: stop me if you don't want to know

iish 003: no, I DO I DO

iish 003: i just feel bad for making you do a complete runthrough

iish 003: thanks :-)

tmnt18: Jen is fucking dying of, um, well, I guess it isn't important

iish 003: but what about her baby?

tmnt18: but she has her heart, and it doesn't do the blood pumping thing

iish 003: i see

tmnt18: well, that's a problem, right? she loves her kid

tmnt18: and now her friends are all gathering around her.

iish 003: so *lightbulb*, someone will adopt the little baby?

tmnt18: Dawson is angry at himself for his obsession with work, Pacey is sad that he was only out of capeside for a short time.

tmnt18: they are losing one of their best friends, but they are still both totally in love with joey

iish 003: oh boy

tmnt18: big fucking duh. They aren't fighting or anything.

iish 003: drum roll please.......

iish 003: so....

iish 003: ?

tmnt18: Jen has a few touching words of wisdom over piano and strings

iish 003: is she dying dying

iish 003: like right away

tmnt18: like, she was dead a quarter hour before the credits rolled

iish 003: oh wow

iish 003: they were serious about that 'someone will lose their life' thing

tmnt18: so Jack is the god father and wants to take care of Jen's daughter

iish 003: funny how i can imagine this whole thing even though i haven't watched the show in years

iish 003: is grams still alive?

tmnt18: and doug comes around. He has been closeted all this time. Small town sheriff and all.



Yes, she is still alive, but knows that it's not for long.

iish 003: so they are going to parent jen's daughter?

tmnt18: yes

the conclusion, which was, of course perfect, at least for the dawson pacey joey thing (I think that Jen really was the central kehriktyr of the show, and that the D.P.J. thing was secondary her, not the other way around)

iish 003: ah

tmnt18: was the screen changed, in the last five minutes, mind you, to the t.v. show, The Creek, where dawson's character and joey's hook up. She starts quoating, who is it? Sarah Mcglaughlanghalaghn, "But I don't want to wait for our lives to be over."

tmnt18: The dawson and the joey on the tv kiss

tmnt18: We pan out from the tv to see Joey watching, becoming teary eyed,

iish 003: it's actually not sarah mclachlan, i don't know who it is though

tmnt18: I forget who it is

tmnt18: Paula Cole maybe?

iish 003: yes, that's the one

iish 003: so it's dawson?

tmnt18: she moves her hand up, as we pan further out, to wipe a tear away from Pacey's eye...

tmnt18: And the two of them call Dawson to congratulate him on how beautiful his season finale was

tmnt18: It was really lovely.

tmnt18: If you're in to that kind of thing.

iish 003: so it remained unresolved?

tmnt18: But despite often being really sincere, the show never left its sense of ironic disconnection unsolved. No, it was resolved. The real life pacey and joey ended up together, the fictional, tv show joey and dawson ended up together.

tmnt18: Oh

tmnt18: the clencher

tmnt18: Dawson had to prepare for his meeting the next day with Speilberg

iish 003: haha

iish 003: geezus

iish 003: and the ny poet bf?

tmnt18: It was stupid good

tmnt18: oh, dumped pretty early on in to the second hour

tmnt18: I think.

tmnt18: Oh, there was no mention of Andy

iish 003: brilliant ending in it's own way i suppose

tmnt18: and only brief mention of audrey

iish 003: i don't remember my teenage years being this... exciting(?)

tmnt18: Ahh, well. I kind of do.

iish 003: okay, well, i don't remember ever talking the way they do

iish 003: lol

iish 003: (i did laugh out loud)

tmnt18: I like to remember that I did talk that way with my friends.

tmnt18: Though it could just be my imagination

iish 003: thanks for the recap

iish 003: i appreciate it

iish 003: :-)

tmnt18: Any time

iish 003: i am going to bed now...

iish 003: i'll ttysoon...

tmnt18: night.

iish 003: goodnight

iish 003 signed off at 10:56:22 PM.

verbal abuse toward three southern white women?

kind of.

more like, "Look joe, you aren't too old to be cool."

but not creepy old, or depressing old, like at a rolling stones show.

And the fans were all our age or older!

The Fighting Whites!
The they might be giants are a wonderful band!

Well, Dianna and I went to karaoke last night. Aury, who, as it happens, was friends with Dianna's eldest sister in highschool, middle school and grade school, hosted.
Good fun.
Tonight we are going to go watch the They Might be Giants perform music. I imagine that that will be a good time.
Further, the show is 21+ which means that I won't feel like an elderly person. I do that most of the time when I go to rock and roll music shows.

WAGFD

So close and yet so far away?

dianna had to throw away something like 200 cadbury flake candies because they were out of date. Oh, to be the dumpster at Cost Plus.

I think that I will write about the Webley show tomorow.

I turned it on, it's the early morning show and, who was on but Robbie Williams?! They were playing a different song no less!
I think that I have found my new replacement for NPR and The End.

I have taken up listening to Capital FM to keep me cought up on what the kiddies in London are listening to. Right now there is a DJ interupting Avril Lavigne. He is talking about having sex in church and a busker in Brighton who sings multilingual renditions of "My Way."

Actually, I was interested in finding out how long I would have to wait until I heared a Robbie Williams song. My wait has ended. The late night DJ, (it is around 1 am there) has played an edited version of the new RW single, "Come Undone."

Yo kids, I hacked Joe's blog and now I can access his blog from my very own login. Anyhow I did this with the express purpose of telling ya'll about this new asteroid. Well it's an old asteroid but it has just been named after my friend and your's Fred Rogers. So anyway, next time you fire up the 2600 make sure you ask those asteroids thier names before you blast them out of or in to video oblivian.


LINK

Tim Robbins is ultra-hip. It is good to know that rich and famous actors can afford to speak their minds still.

Well, tomorow Dianna and I are going to go see Jason Webley here.

It should be pretty interesting.
I guess I will have that to write about. Being unemployed is much more boring that I remembered it. It was only a little more than a month ago.

And I have all of this being sick to do, you would think that that would occupy me.

being sick is funny. I spent the whole day sick. I slept most of the day. Why, i therefore wonder, am I TIRED NOW?

it is much more fun being bored when you get to complain about being bored with a lot of other people

as of a little after nine thirty today, I am officially unemployed. The temporary job did as temp jobs often do and ended. Lame lame lame, though much more of it would have totally melted my brain.
At least I can write more here.

Dean is pretty damn cool. I wonder what he would be like as president.

Well, this weekend, Dianna and I are taking care of Nicholas, the 9 month old son of Dianna's sister. This is no small task.
Further, monday is going to be my last day of work at NCS Pearson, so I am going to publish a zine to give to the coworkers who I want to impress and who I want to remember me, possibly be friends with me even in the real world.
Maybe I will put up a version of it on my internet, but it will take some help from friends.

So this may be a wait before you get any real (though not very specific, I did sign a confidentiality agreement) information on the kind of job I performed for the coolest company in the world! (sike!)

Sun Sep 23, 2001 10:26 am
Subject: When do Haloween tickets go on sale?

Note question.

I think that I can happily say that as the Devils leave us with very few
regrets.

What do I mean? When Frank Sinatra died I regretted having never seen him in
concert.
When the RCKNDY was shut down, I regretted missing whatever the last show was.
When the mother fucker cobain killed himself, I didn't walk down Queen Anne
Hill to the memorial thing at the Seattle Center, a 15 minute
walk. I watched it on TV news, ON TV!

But with the devils disbanding I am glad that I can say that so few regrets
remain.
I missed the Bumbershoot Makeup and Sword show. I never quite got around to
joining the fan club (I have a check written to the Murder City
Devils Fan Club from several years ago in an envelope with a 32 cent stamp
somewhere, but it was never sent.) I wasn't there for the first
show. I never got the Christmas single, and finally, I never found a way to
sneak in to the EMP show, (the untorn tickets are still in my
wallet.)

But on the whole, when I am old and I look back on my youth, and the devils
have a Velvet Underground, Germs or Stooges - esque postmortem
following many times the size of what they had in their time, and there is a
Rhino compilation album with a bunch of photographs I can look at
them and say, "I was at that show, I was at that show, I was at that show, I
knew her, I used to see that guy all the time..."

I've been to more devils shows than I can recall, some with crowds who
worshiped the band, some who were just discovering the band, and one
crowd that seemed totally uninterested and just wanted Shane McGowan to get his
drunk ass on the stage. I have seen them in tiny bars with
stages raised only a few inches, and at full scale festival scaffolding stages.
I have seen them while I was in states from stone cold
sobriety to really pretty damn drunk.

So while it is sad to see them go, the Murder City Devils will be just below
Christmas when I am old and when I am thinking of happy memories.

I mean, I like the strokes, but I have never FOLLOWED a band to canada...

I have never stood my underage ass outside of bars listening to a band...

I have never screamed along with every song while jumping around the stupid fucking pit for a band

and I have never seen a band so many times that I could never remember how many times I saw them

except the devils.

that's not to say that there is anything wrong with the strokes.

I miss the Murder City Devils. Though I am kind of glad they quit because had they stuck around for another six months they would have become the strokes.

More funny?

andrew found this.
it is the dullest blog in the world.


It would be friends with this

funny

I will tell you all about it soon, but tomorow marks the release of the final Murder City Devils album, the only major live album that I know of, for which I was in the audience, no less in the audience drunk and loud.

Happy Easter! Happy Passover!
these nice people have put a picture of frank sinatra on me which will be there when I die.

Matt has updated Antimuzak.com and it is really cool.

Dianna and I have This American Life Tour tickets for Portland! I am excited about that. I know I already wrote about it, but here is a photograph.

I have an appointment with some nice people who will permanently attach a picture of frank sinatra to my chest on Sunday, which is Easter.

"It seems that we are being boarded." Dianna said. I was assuming that the bus had stopped because the electrical wires and the big arms that reach up from the top of the bus had lost their connection to each other.
But two uniformed Seattle Police Department* officers boarded the bus, just as Dianna had warned.
"Yeah, there are two," the driver told the cops in a low, but-not-so-low-that-the-whole-bus-didn't-hear-him voice, and walked them to one young black man and one asian kid, maybe, though I seriously doubt it, maybe 18 years old.
"Can I see your transfer?" one of the Men In Blue asked. The first man took out his transfer instantly, with a bit of a smirk.
He asked the same question of the asian kid. He looked through his bag unable to find it.
"I can't find it."
"Either pay or get off!" one of the cops demanded.
So kid asked around, "Can I borrow 50 cents?"
A guy behind him, as baffled at the absurdity of what was going on as anyone else on the bus, offered him a dollar.
"No, I only need 50 cents."
The guy behind the kid offered the dollar again, and again the kid refused. He wasn't going to give the city a penny more than it deserved.
Someone else dug the half-dollar youth-fair out of his pocket and handed it to the kid.

The first man, the one who was quick to offer his transfer seemed amused.
"That shit was fucking racial profiling!" which it clearly was. Though he and the people around him were laughing. There was a certain smugness at being able to instantly proove the bus driver and his henchmen to be the assholes in the situation.

The kid was much less happy about it all. He resented paying twice for the bus, and further resented the idea that two fucking cops were needed to get 50 cents from him because the bus driver wouldn't say, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't see your transfer."

Dianna and I got off at the same stop as the kid and his friends. As they left one of them said to the driver, "thanks a lot Big Brother," making an apt, if uncomfortably obvious comment on the state of a world and a city in which a seventeen year old who has lost his transfer, or worse may not have the 50 cents to cover the ride from downtown to capital hill is seen as a threat requiring two large police officers.

*I think that it was SPD, though logic would sugest that it may have been the Metro Transit Police.

These are my new glasses which I wear when I want to look like Hyde from the seventies show, Bill Gates of Richest Human ever fame, Hunter S. Thompson, or an old guy.

I understand no more than anyone, no more than this: at some level I believe this administration does not even know why it chose Iraq. I believe it cannot even remember the reasons. The reasons have changed so many times - at least in public - and make so little palpable sense that it is, of course, tempting to believe, as conspiracy theorists will always believe, that there is some hidden reason which is being kept from us. But to me, the more frightening possibility is this: what if no such reason exists? If there is indeed, no casus belli?

here is the page about the tour.

Dianna and I got tickets to the This American Life tour! We are going to greyhound down to Portland to see it! Yeay!

The other day, Dianna and I saw a man on the street yelling. He looked like Santa, but he was angry, we imagined drunk, and he had a copy of the bible wrapped in clear plastic.

I am sorry for the huge delay from one entry to the next these days. In the past I had endless siting around time to waste writing. Now I have work to attend, silver to polish, dirt to move... I no longer have the energy to do too very much interneting writing.

Nonetheless, I am on my way to opening up a Some Interesting Things Shoppe. I am begining my Anti-slogan program, whereby I will make buttons, possibly even t-shirts with non-slogans. In the past few months so many catchy slogans have been tossed around, "Bomb Sadam," "No War," "Shock and Awe," "Weapon's of Mass Destruction," "Iraqui Liberation," "Mad Cowboy Disease" et cetera, that real political debate and social commentary have become virtually non-existant, and possibly even irrelevant in the eyes of many people. So I am going to provide for you, the loyal Some Interesting Things reader, with the opportunity to express yourself through clothing and accessories that are not pre-literate, (well barely literate) in message. But don't think that my Anti-slogan program will be reserved to politics. I will have anti-slogan merchandise to respond to other obnoxios catch phrases like "show me your tits" and "mean people suck!"

More later.

I have turned off the war. I know that it seems like a stupid thing to do.
"But Joe, you need to be informed."
"Just because you oppose the war as one of the greatest acts of injustice and immorality to occur during your lifetime, it doesn't mean that by just not watching it anymore it will go away."
I know, I know. Still, I have my reasons.
Fox is notable for only a few things. It is owned by Rupert Merdoch, it brought us Married with Children, and it currently brings us Malcom in the Middle and THe Simpsons, it owns a right wing entertainment station / propoganda machine masquerading pathetically as a news station, and it is the home of the most morally reprehensable reality shows of all time.

Not long ago they produced something called "Who wants to Marry a Millionaire. It was a gross little pagent of women whoring themselves off to an unseen man who they had been promised was wealty. I watched the first five minutes in a daze as the sanctity of the institution of marrige and the three decade battle of feminism were bluntly urinated on. After that, I had to leave the room.




In the time that has followed they have given us Joe Millionaire, an even grosser little pagent of women whoreing themselves to a man with promised, though non-existant millions. Feminism was no longer being pissed on, a giant stream of bowel movements had replaced the now seemingly tame "Who wants to marry" tinkle.

These are only two of the shows that Fox has put out, seemingly because they are morally dispicable. I have to admit, I have almost always watched at least part of every one, from the exploitation of dwarves and animals to the deliberate destruction of happy couples.

But as I was turning "Married by America" off the other night for the first and last time, I realized something. This war is little, maybe even nothing more than the MOST revolting, cruel, morally unjustifyable Fox reality show ever presented.

The same sort of regressive, prepubecent thought that went in to "Man Versus Beast" and "Wife for Sale" has gone in to this war.

For a couple of years now, I have been saying that reality shows will become fights to the death within a short time, now I have been proven correct. That is where I have to draw the line. I have seen my episode. I have come to realize that I am only supporting advertising by watching this bullshit.

I asked Andrew if I should buy the great big green Atom and his Package backpatch, he said yes, I did. It is really cool, in fact here is a photo of it.
The problem with the purchase was the fact that I needed to further purchase a jacket on which to pin / sew it. So I went to Value Village today and found the perfect levi's vest. I also found a levi's jacket with a giant Metalica back patch, a giant Anthrax patch, a patch with the cover of master of puppets and a velvet slayer patch all sewn carefully on to it. I NEEDED to buy it right away.

Sorry for the total lapse in websiteupdates. It's the weekend though, so I should be able to think of some interesting things to post. If anyone has a scanner, there are some stupid little cartoons about my job that drew and that no one who doesn't work in my 1/4th of the office with me.
Most of those people would take offense at them anyway.
I'm looking forward to showing them off to a bunch of people (okay, one person) who won't have the first idea of what to make of them.
Talk to you soon.

Further, hahahaha.

I like this website.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
What a stupid 227 year old America is! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

First you have to set the oven to somewhere between 250 to 450 degrees
then you take a split english muffen, or if you don't have one take a couple pieces of white bread, or pretty much any kind of bread that you have around
Spread spaghetti or pizza sauce over the tops of your bread products. If you don't have any, use katsup with oregano mixed in
Cover these things with shredded mozzerella, or any other kind of cheese. If you don't have any real cheese, you can use kraft singles, you just tear them in to smaller pieces
cut peperoni, or bologna, or slim Jims, or beef Jerky for all that it matters in to squares of about a centemeter
Hell, if you bought a hamburger at mcdonalds a few hours ago and it is just sitting in the fridge, it will be pretty gross by now. Why not slice up the patty and throw that on?

Put this stuff on a cookie sheet. Put the cookie sheet in to the oven.

Look in every 5 minutes are so. You will be able to tell that it is ready because it will be melty.

You will be suprised at how good it tastes, or, rather, how bad it doesn't taste.

Anyway, that's what I am eating for lunch

Hahahahahahahaha! What a stupid 17 year old I was!
Hahahahahahaha!

I don't have anything interesting to say about Avril Lavigne, but since I had gone to all of the trouble of purplizing her picture, that I thought that I would publish it.

Hi, this is Andrew from Entropop.blogspot.com. My friend Joe ?who is not a tyrant? asked me to submit a blog entry. As such this is the first sign of a blog merger that is destined to occur. Blogging is getting tough these days, what with everyone and their dog

MY DOG BRANTLEY'S BLOG
MY DOG BRANTLEY. This is Brantley's story. A journal about my dog, a cocker

spaniel, that is 15 years old. She has cancer, cataracts and glucoma. ...


And so we will be doing more than cross pollinating each-other's sites with lots of links back and forth, we will actually be writing stories for each other. Kind of like how in the book Mr. Slow, there is a large presence of Mr. Busy, but you see the stories were separate, but still inexorably linked.


As with all spinsters touting the exciting nature of mergers I assure you that this merger will not effect the quality of content being brought to you by notatyrant or entropop.

Sweet fucking christ the irony

My friend Andrew is writing today's blog because I am a busy working man now. I will catch up come the weekend. Until then, you will just have to read whatever Andrew writes. Don't worry, he is an excellent writer and is often quite insightful, and even humerous. Still, I have no idea what he is going to say.
Well, I have to wake up in 7 hours. Later

So I had my second day of work today. I have so much to tell the world about that job, but I am always tired when I am here and ready to type. Hopefully before I go to bed.

All I have to say is, Once this is over, the Iraqi people better be the freest fucking people on the face of the earth. They better be freer than me. They better be so fucking free they can fly.

A poll today found that visitors to the Internet Movie Database were more suprised the fact that people booed Michael Moores acceptance speech than they were by the speech itself!
And they were more suprised by the wins by Adrian Brody's win, Roman Polanski's win and the absent Eminem's win than they were by anything that surrounded the documentarian.
In fact, more people were shocked that the show ended on time than Moore's scolding of the fictitious president

Still, this is an unscientific poll...

"I'm an American and you don't leave your citizenship when you enter the Kodak Theatre."

While you wait patiently for my next piece of insight or humor, (It has been about 3 weeks since either crossed this screen,) or as you wait patiently for me to write about another famous person who you want to see rendered in purple and black, I recomend that you go look and my friend Andrew's wonderful new blog entry.
Sorry about the irony.

My gosh, the Michael Moore Operation Oily Residue page isn't working.
I wonder if it has something to do with the popularity / infamy of his brilliant oscar acceptance speech

From an internet conversation with a friend of mine:

I think that it would be cool for us to all start greeting eachother "We're all gonna fucking die!"
The way that we used to say, "hi" or "Whaddup" or "What's the Haps, bro?
I think that it is an appropriate greeting for the time
Hey, WAGFD!

This is really fucking scary.
The Oscars.
Mike, you are now officially more important than Marshal Mathers and Marilyn Manson, and in fact, more controversial. Go MMzzzz!!!!!!!
More tomorow. I promise.

From the Internet Movie DatabaseIMDb user comments for
Left Behind II: Tribulation Force (2002) (V)

utahfilmmaker (utahfilmmaker@hotmail.com)
Key to understanding world events

Date: 27 February 2003
Summary: Key to understanding world events

I rent these Christian end of the world movies for their camp value, and so far I haven't been disappointed. However, I recently read an article which pointed out that many of the higher ups in the Bush administration are big fans of this series. It was speculated that perhaps some of Bush's foreign policies are guided by a desire to hasten the arrival of the "rapture" which this film portrays. Watching Left Behind II with that new knowledge, I experienced it as more of a horror movie then a comedy. All you have to do is watch a few minutes of the news to see the terror and death that can be caused when people who really believe in this swill have the power to do something about it. I don't want to leave any spoilers, except to say that this movie, and the original Left Behind, will do a lot to clarify the motivations behind some seemingly asinine policies being implemented today. As you watch the movie, keep saying you yourself: Yes, some people actually believe this is the way the world is, and they have guns.

The Oscars have reached a point of revolting self parody

I think that the oscars are now such a joke. They booed and cheered Michael Moore.

I think that, for the first time, the awards are not the things that matter. It isn't important who wins or looses, it matters what is SAID as they win...

No matter what you think about the whole world going to hell and all, you have to admit that this stupid oscars show is pretty pathetically useless, almost offensively so

Sign guestbook for a website which no longer exists

View forgotton guestbook

Well, I used to have one of those INTERNET wesites about living the goth life of goth culture and all, but I don't anymore. Still, I found this thing


and thought I would post it in memory of that long lost web presence.
Oh, www.archive.org is SO COOL!

I will tell more stories soon.

Well, This American Life's brand new episode on the war in Iraq, The Balloon Goes Up has been preempted on my local station.

I worry that the new episode of Alternative Radio, staring celebrity historian Howard Zinn, also about the situatuion in Iraq will be preempted.

God Damned preemtion!

DEAR SWEET FUCKING CHRIST!

Well, I used to be cool like that and love the Kill Rock Stars record making people. "Gee Whiz, I sure do like all of these bands." Then I stopped buying records because I didn't have the money. Now they are dedicating their internet website to being opposed to the stupid war in which we currently are engaged.
What can I say but "good for them"?

A pop up ad just came up advertising gas masks.

_______________________________
This American Life Live Show Info
______________________________

For those who've been patiently waiting -- finally, here's the confirmed detail on May's TAL "Lost in America" tour. It's This American Life live, with Ira Glass, Sarah Vowell, Jonathan Goldstein and Davy Rothbart. In Boston only, David Sedaris will also perform. We'll also have a live band on stage, with the band to be announced ...


And among the tourdates!!!!

Friday May 16, 2003
PORTLAND, OR
Presented by Oregon Public Broadcasting
ONE SHOW ONLY 7pm
The Keller Auditorium
Tickets: ON SALE FRI 3/28
$35/$25
Ticketmaster: (503) 790-ARTS
http://www.ticketmaster.com
All Ticketmaster outlets
Portland Center for the Performing Arts Box Office
SW Broadway & Main
Monday - Saturday, 10am-5pm

May God continue to bless the United States of America in the troubled days ahead, and may we somehow recapture the vision which for the present eludes us
-Senator Robert Byrd

I remember a time when I was fond of irony.

"NOW, THEREFORE, I, GEORGE W. BUSH, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim Sunday, January 19, 2003, as National Sanctity of Human Life Day. As we reflect upon the sanctity of human life, I call upon all Americans to recognize this day with appropriate ceremonies in our homes and places of worship, to rededicate ourselves to compassionate service, and to reaffirm our commitment to respecting the life and dignity of every human being."

Under blacklight Pabst Blue Ribbon looks strikingly like antifreze.

I have been spending way too much time on the internet trying to keep up on news, but also trying to find articulate, intellegent, (if now irrelevant to everything but history) critiques on this immoral, unjust war from mainstream writers. Here, for example, is one written by former president and nobel peace prize winner Jimmy Carter.

Sometimes, when the world seems to be going to hell, the best thing to do is just sit back and sing Journey.

The little triangle that looks slightly, though not exactly like l> will make the song go!

Here is Dianna's paper on the Lysistrata Project!

It should give context to the presentation that you already saw when you went to this link.

And finally today, Michael Moore may not be a main stream figure, politically, so why not listen to Walter Cronkite?

Mr President, if the most trusted man in America and the Pope can't convince you of the danger of your actions, how about your father?

When All Hope is Lost

When All Hope Is Lost - Dealing With Depression by Radio Bible Class

When all hope is lost, it's time to laugh it off with... The Computing Fool

When all hope is lost. Along the bottom of every page is a button to get you back to the home

When All Hope IS Lost ...... Call 63401667 !!! Theyll be Waiting and Ready for neOne;-)
Lucy is a Freak who can fit her hole HAND in her mouth ahhhhhhh hehehehe jkin jkinjkin dont get cut - Just a note, yes i can fit my WHOLE hand in my mouth and it is wicked!!!! Imagine what else I can fit in there ;-)

When all hope is lost even those who deny their humanity bring sanctuary

"When all hope is lost, God does a miracle situations,"

When All Hope is Lost, an N* Sync Fanfic in Progress

When all hope is lost, as there biblical hope that God will not forget his children?

.When all hope is lost music has the power to sustain all dreams

When all hope is lost, Will is abducted by someone from his past, his cousin Wingfoot, and taken to the old Baggett House on the Cape Fear River, where he was raised by his oldest cousin Minerva in Scarlet O’Hara fashion after the death of his parents.

When all hope is lost, close your eyes and fall into the illusion

When all hope is lost, Munro stumbles upon the I-Mod rifle (Infinity Modulator), and thanks to some handy engineering by Seven of Nine, the Borg slaughter continues.

When all hope is lost You can can always cheat

When all hope is lost he travels by foot back to the one place where he thought he could live quietly and peacefully for the remainder of his days.

When all hope is lost, to restore my sight
Ere she does into the West pass

When all hope is lost, or you are really brave, throw a kick or two at your opponent

When all hope is lost, messengers come running into the city summing up their message in one word, DAVID.

DECLARATION BY THE HOLY SEE PRESS OFFICE
DIRECTOR JOAQUIN NAVARRO-VALLS
Tuesday, 18 March 2003
"Whoever decides that all peaceful means that international law has put at our disposition have been exhausted assumes a serious responsibility before God, his conscience and history."

The red carpet. Yet another casualty of this unjust, unjustifyable war.

So here it is, perverse presidential smirk and all.

"WASHINGTON - U.S. President George W. Bush sent Congress a formal justification for invading Iraq Wednesday, citing the attacks on the U.S. on Sept. 11, 2001."



"Today I weep for my country," said West Virginia Democrat Sen. Robert Byrd. "No more is the image of America one of strong, yet benevolent peacekeeper. ... Around the globe, our friends mistrust us, our word is disputed, our intentions are questioned . . . "May God continue to bless the United States of America in the troubled days ahead, and may we somehow recapture the vision which for the present eludes us," Byrd said . . . "Instead of isolating Saddam Hussein, we seem to have isolated ourselves."

Step One: Understand in your heart and mind that Tim Allen is not very funny.
Step Two: Think about how comfortable that old twin bed in your grade school bedroom, with Star Wars sheets and Ninja Turtle blankets was, even how comfortable it is when you come home for Christmas. It is true that you now sleep in a bed twice the size with a down comforter, but there is just something about the old bed.
Step Three: Give Home Improvement another chance.

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For you anti war vetrans out there

Well, here's a funny way of looking at it:



Couldn't hurt, right?

Netscape Poll:
What do you think is a bigger mistake?
Going to war 63%
Not going to war 37%

We are all going to fucking die. Thank you George W. Bush. Thank you so fucking much. It was really worth it, wasn't it?

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Well, I have done the only thing that I can do. I have been feeling totally helpless and totally hopeless. I have been watching as we have betrayed the support that the world gave us after the fall of 2001, and formed ourselves in to one of the most arrogant and dangerous powers the world has ever known.



We are going to war. Each and every one of us has blood on his hands.
So I am doing the one thing that I can do to grasp a little teeny tiny piece of hope. After reading a short article by Bill Moyers, I am sewing a small american flag patch to my jacket.
It's something.



Sorry for not writing about the trip to Portland, or Atom, or anything else of interest. Maybe later.

I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. I am among the villians.
I guess that I will write more later.

1. I promise me, Joe, the author of this sad little blog an you, the rare reader that I will write an intelegent, worthwhile entry soon. Until then, Happy Saint Patric's Day!
2. Not that I ever hope to become one, but if I ever become a genocidal tyrant in charge of a country, I am going to round up "Giggling Girls" and put them in to concentration camps, but I am going to euphamistically call them "sororities."

A trip to Portland, a musical performance by Atom and his Package at the Portland musical venue, The Meow Meow, the global candlelight vigil for peace, and Natilie Maine's depressing, and unnecessary apology, all in the next issue of "Some Interesting Things to Read"

I think that I am really begining to like these purple pictures. Along with the purple text, it looks kind of as if it were an old apple II E or something. It's just that the text and pictures are purple instead of green.

"Just so you know, we're ashamed the president of the United States is from Texas."
-Natalie Maines
Not only did she say it during a recent Dixie Chicks show, she is unapologetically sticking by it!
Now, as our politicians back down, we can be happy that one of the biggest acts country music has ever seen is not.

I have a bit of a dillema. I love Crispin Glover. I respect his decision not to do any Back to the Future sequels, I think that Rueben and Ed was a sublime film, I really want to see the Beaver Trilogy. However, I hate rats. I hate the look of them, the sound of them. I hate the way rats smell. I certainly don't want to see thousands of them filling an elevator to the ceiling. Should I be a good fan or should I go with my gut?

Despite my uneasyness, I'm sure that I will go see Willard. In contrast to Starship Troopers and Hanibal, however, I don't think that I will be able to watch the movie without wincing or covering my eyes alltogether.

This picture confirms it, by the way. I have decided what pictures in my blog should look like. If you scroll down you will see purple Everclear, purple Elvis Costello, and purple Mirah. It is a sad attempt to match the text. I actually wrote this piece of text to accompany the picture instead of the other way around. I think that I should sleep now.

41 year old Art Alexakis and his rock outfit Everclear have recorded another good record! It's been a few years. No matter how boring their albums got and no matter how many Gap, Drug - Free, and car commericals they did, I still went to the shows. I like jumping around and screaming, " I used to know a girl, she had two pierced nipples and a black tattoo!" as much as the next guy, probably much more. I like the fact that even the bad, boring songs sound good when they play them live. I liked knowing that no matter how old they got and no matter how many people said that they were "the Northwest's biggest sellouts," the shows would always be fun. I always find out at Everclear shows that I still really like the band.
But still, I never expected to buy another album after "So Much for the Afterglow."

Ahh well.

Elvis Costello was just hosting Letterman's show. Dave is a. Qitting b. Dying. Whatever the case, Elvis Costello was the host and the musical guest.
During the last few minutes he turned his hour of TV time to do something that absolutly no one on late night comedy tv shows has done so far! He made a plea for peace! He sang "What's so funny 'bout peace love and understanding" and closed by thanking dave and advocating peace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Folk Process Update!

Tie Me Kangaroo Down HAS been in the Brinkley book since the early 80s! It may have been a camp song in the region from much earlier. Wow.
So I was an important part of the Folk Process, if a totally different part than I imagined.

My guestbook told me that I didn't talk about cheese or the packers enough. Well, here is something about cheese.
Here's a nice packers link.

Chris, I would like you to take note. Thank you.

I think that we have now reached a level of thick necked, empty headed, jingoistic absurdity that makes me hope desperatly that I am killed in a terrorist attack co-sponsered by Iraq and Al Queda, just for the sake of irony.

I have been thinking. Mirah may have been nearly as good as everyone said she was. Now I am gone and she is gone. I miss Olympia. I miss hating everything and feeling left out. I miss chuckling at how inbred and self important The Scene was.
I miss taking everything, even my own ironic disconnection with everything really seriously.

I wonder, as I finish off a bottle of Jim Bean, if I had gotton in to Garfield instead of the Ninja Turtles, would I like Lasangia more than Pizza? On a more abstract level, would I like brownies more than cake?

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