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
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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?

Hi Dianna's group. Go HERE. Everyone else, ignore this post.

I have a new favorite TV movie.

Also, I have decided that Burt Bacharach may very well be more important that Bob Dylan, or even Lou Reed.

Oh, yesterday, I installed this sink in the kitchen.
I'm pretty proud of myself.

Dianna and I went to see a play written by and staring, with a handful of other brilliant performers, my friends doug and brandon. Find out more here.

Mr. Bojangles and Mr. Jones are two of those songs that make me really sad in such a good way. I think that that is what music is for.

This morning Dianna and I woke up early to see the new Ninja Turtles show. After the first of the two episodes ended, we saw a show that was a strange combination of Iron Chef and Pokemon called Fighting Foodons (or Kakutou ryouri densetsu bistro recipe). We were up pretty late last night, so I was hazily falling in and out of conciousness, but the basic plot, and I swear I didn't dream this, is that the characters cook food and drop magical "meal tickets" on the food. The food comes to life and battles.
At least the new Ninja Turtles show is pretty good.

Sometimes I wish that reality were a little bit more like Hollywood fiction. With vicious opponents of the first amendment like Joe Lieberman running against vicious opponants of the whole god damned constitution like George W Bush, I am left longing for Chris Rock's presidential campaign.

The lighting on the first couple of episodes of the That 70s Show was much, much darker that it was in later episodes. I think that it really worked to the show's favor making it more intimate and realistic. The camera moved a whole lot more too.

It's so good that I have a job starting soon. I really shouldn't be noticing things like that.

Out of context, this won't mean much or make much sense, but here is Dianna's lysistrata power point presentation website. It is pretty much just up in case the CD that she had it on didn't work.
Still, I think that it's pretty cool.

I am not sure of this, but I think that I may have become an important part of the fabled Folk Process.
Many many years ago, I worked in a Boy Scout Camp in North Central Washington called Camp Bonapart. I was a teenager teaching environmental studies to kids, some only a few years or months younger than me, out of my sophmore Biology text book.
One of the things that I did do well, though, was lead camp songs. I brought a golf tube to camp one year because I was able to use it as a digeredoo and make obnoxious WAHH WOO WAHH WOO WAHH WOO WAHH WOO WAHH WOO WAHH WOO noises. I thought, "in honor of this packing decision, that I should sing an appropriate song for the campers."
The song that I chose was an old novelty song, the kind that you might hear on an oldies station if the DJ is actually old enough to have been around when the music that he plays was popular (which, by the way, is rare) or if he is drunk. So every campfire, and occasionally at the morning flag ceremony I would get eveyone singing "Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport."
The other day, I happened to find "The Official Camp Brinkley Songbook Online" . It was put together, on a side note, by Ray, a guy with whom I went to highschool.
The book was compiled in 1999. I had been a camp councilor singing Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport 2 years earlier at a camp some 240 miles from Brinkley.
Now, maybe this means that I don't have an original fucking thought in my head. The Scaffold's novelty classic, "Lilly the Pink," a song loosley based around the heavily alcoholic vegtable compound that Lydia Pinkum created to cure "women's issues" has been a camp song for years. Why wouldn't every other old novelty song from Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weenie Yellow Polkadot Bikinni to The Blob be camp songs eventually, right?
Still, I really do think that I brought that song in to the scouting community. I bet that under and overweight kids with bad skin and glasses all over the country are singing that stupid novelty song because of me.

So I had a terrible, but not damning interview this morining.
Ahh well. We'll see.

I have an interview in ten minutes. Scary scary.

It is 11:26 on the evening of Marti gras. I started the day with pancakes, grilled in safolla oil and ended the day in a bar. Dianna and I found a bar with one dollar Pabst Blue Ribbon pints. We met a guy named Gabe who told a wonderful story. Luckily enough, I had a tape recorder. Soon, I will have the story availible for download.
More later.

Dianna and I went to 2 count them 2 readings of Lysistrata! I am really quite excited. The second mixed two of my favorite things, alcohol and theater, and for, like, the first time in my life, both were free! More later. Go to lysistrataproject.com

I'll think about the implications of today's events later.
I hope that the right never descovers this free beer + free entertainment thing.

Here is a sound recording of the Jumbleweed Jack McCactus Cowboy Hour.

I think that everybody who visits this website already has listened to to this sound recording. It was a radio play thing that I co-directed and helped write. Soon, I am going to post a more pleasent sounding version of the recording, possibly broken up in to chapters.

Yet another reason to love F. Murray Abraham

John Densmore, the only surviving member of the Doors with any credibility is doing the percussion for the The Los Angeles Filmmaker Cooperative's Powerhouse Cultural Space performance.

Kevin Bacon, good for you. I may just buy one of your CDs.

I think that The Scaffold is a band in need of more fan pages. Hell, I think that they deserve an official web site.

I want to buy chewing gum. I wonder why.

I don't like the Rocksport. I will just get that out of the way now. I don't leave the city all that often so I find things that many people would consider totally normal are a bit jarring for me. The West Seattle bar, The Rock Sport was among those things. West Seattle itself feels a bit alien.
The bar has, like, a dozen screens, two of which are really god damned huge, so that they can show satellite broadcasts of sports games from all around the country.
One waitress, a woman who looked older than she probably was, but if she were really as old as she looked, would look good for her age had a face that looked as though it were drawn by Edward Gory. She didn't smile once the entire time we were there and I can't blame her. A hyper little bartender, who appeared to be about four and a half feet tall wore Marti Gras beads around his neck and a t-shirt that said, "Show me your nipples."
On the walls were plaques, posters, and photographs of sports stars, none of whom I could recognize. On the ceiling was a life-sized cut out of a model advertising beer. It was also signed.
Ads for grunge and metal cover bands filled all of the spaces not taken by the photographs of sports stars and scantily clad women.
There was a steady stream of classic fucking rock. Leonard Fucking Skynard! That is always, always, always a bad sign when one is at a bar.
The final kicker was the Jaeger tap.
I have just described the perfect bar for many, many people. Each and every element of the experience that turned Dianna and me off would be ideal for a large percentage of the population.
Really positive reviews use nearly the same language to praise the bar as I used to berate it.
"Dude," you might be grunting as you read this, "They have a Jaeger - tap? That horney midget bar tender sounds fucking funny. I'm going to watch the game there next week."
Enjoy! Go with my blessings!
-By the way, the Posies are a good rock and roll band.
-Dianna and I had to leave before the show had ended because the last reasonable bus back in to town was at quarter to one. Any questions that you have about how the rock show ended should be directed elsewhere.

The posies are a really good rock and roll band. The Rocksport is a really lame bar. More later.

"We can either choose to use the powerful tool of television to demean human life or we can use it to enrich it."
-Fred Rogers

I don't know what it is. I just know that it is a game, that it involves jewels falling from the top of the screen and mysteriously dissapearing, and that my father spends six to nine hours a day, every day playing it.

Today marks 4 years that Dianna and I have been boyfriend/girfriend! That's as long as Carter was president!