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[Feb. 7th, 2009|09:30 pm] |
I wonder how he would react if he could travel in time and meet himself as a puppy. |
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| A rare thought |
[Feb. 6th, 2009|11:58 pm] |
Some things have came to surface in my mind that haven't been in quite some time. The words of a friend of mine named Eric, and our gym room shit chats. I only knew Eric for about five days and haven't seen or heard from him since, but one of the teachings of his has been ringing out in my mind tonight. The one about the the pool tables, and why everyone was where we were. I'd thought he was full on sociopathic at the time, but I always felt that he knew of what he was speaking.
I'm pretty sure he was on to something. Something keenly important to the state of human life.
A part of me really wants to track him down and find out what he's been up to. But I know it's best to just leave the memory intact and let the time I did get to spend there speak for itself.
There've been quite a few great people who've taught me many great things. Let's see if I can give them all one back, huh? |
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[Jan. 31st, 2009|02:45 pm] |
Of everything that's gone on in the last little while, this is by far the most important and awesome. I finally have another day to spend with my dog, and that's what I'm gonna go do. Y'all take care! |
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[Sep. 29th, 2008|04:11 pm] |
You guys,
Congress just accidentally the WHOLE BAILOUT! Is this bad? |
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[May. 6th, 2008|09:05 pm] |
So I was wondering lately what Hilary Clinton's plan for health care is. I don't watch much tv, so to Google, I descended. What I found was basically a midget with two broken legs jumping for a cookie suspended six feet in the air. In others words, if you're sick and don't have money already, you better hope that Hilary's "midget ladder" tax break is over two feet tall.
Still with me? Good. Have a cookie.
Now, Obama on the other hand has a very similar plan. Give federal subsidies to those who need it for health care. The difference is, in the Obamaverse, you don't have two broken legs.
Most descriptions of Hilary's plan compare the mandate for health insurance to state mandates for auto insurance. Can't afford auto insurance? No AUTO. Can't afford health insurance? No HEALTH (remember... midget... approximately one dollar income per inch of height). If you get caught driving without insurance, what happens? Your car gets impounded and you get yet another fee to throw in the oven. By now, the cookies might as well be burnt to a crisp. So what happens if you get caught LIVING without health insurance? What, YOU get impounded? More fees? Is there going to be a federal subsidy for whatever penalty you get for not having benefited enough from the first subsidy? I'm so confused, I'm not even hungry anymore.
This year, I'm voting for
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| norly now, about that party... |
[Mar. 24th, 2008|12:47 pm] |
^ me any time there's a high proof alcohol around
I got the JOYFUL OPPORTUNITY to chase drunkenly around the block, a black lab chow mix by the name of Burdick after letting him off his tether from taking a shit. Instead of just going straight into the house like every other time I do that, he decides that it is, in fact, quarter past PLAY TIME, and that we better dick around in the backyard for as long as possible to make up for it. So after trying to corner him and bring him inside for a while, he slips past me, out to the sidewalk. We live on a main road, by the way, so the street functions as a waffle maker for dogs. So I walk towards him, trying not to run and instigate MOAR PLAYTIEM!!!/1, but it fails, and he trots off down the sidewalk and around the corner. So I take to a slight jog.
At this point I should mention that not only have I had almost half of a fifth of the aforementioned beverage, but I've been coughing up green shit for almost two months.
So he sniffs out every porch that he passes, and finally gets to one with a really narrow clearing in the gate, at which point I use my tactical superiority (read: opposable thumb) to snag him in a near baseball-slide maneuver, and secure his collar in my right hand. So we walk home, him thinking GOOD GAME LAWL, me thinking, "you shithead, I can barely breath and don't have a free hand for my inhaler. Fuck"!
Cut to the inside of the house, everyone saying, "where were you? You missed the chicks grinding on each other! FAIL YOU".
So... that was a long story to've been summarized by the first sentence alone.
Will try again with party story later. |
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| Party picture! |
[Mar. 24th, 2008|12:25 pm] |
So, I got a hold of Jessie's camera. I don't have time for a real text update right now, but here's a picture from the party:
( WARNING: CONTAINS NUDITY )
Hope none of the people involved will be too pissed at me for posting it.
Tata!
Steve |
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| C8H10N4O2 + C2H5OH |
[Mar. 23rd, 2008|12:47 pm] |
Last night was lots of fun. Caffeine and alcohol, a social and energetic Steve doth make. Joe, Sue, Jess, Bill, Jessie and I (henceforth referred to as "we") watched Death at a Funeral. Great movie; lots of gratuitous midget shots.
... and "midget shots" we did take! Jess has a more person-by-person report on her journal. Shit was fun. It's been longer than I can remember since the whole house has been together and having fun like that. One person or another is always gone for some reason, usually work.
Argh. You know, I have some things I need to take care of right now. I'll try and write more later, on my computer. Probably be more comfortable and subsequently wordy up there. |
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[Mar. 16th, 2008|02:35 pm] |
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| | boyz in the hood (dynamite hack) | ] |
Woke up quick at about noon, just thought that I had to be in Compton soon...
norly though, I'll start updating more. Promise.
Lately I've been alright. Bipolar at best, really. Some days are great, I know I'm in the right place and everything will work out. Other days, I don't get out of bed much and am dead on convinced that my insurance is going to lapse, my body is going to slowly rot and turn into potatoes, and I will forever be no more than a high school dropout. Uuuuggghhhh.
I don't have a job yet. I need to get school all set up and buttered soon, and am getting my next surgery ASAP (which could be months for all the fuck I know), so work seems like a very distant goal, though a drastically important one, as I have no money for things like groceries and perscriptions.
Gotta depart for now. More at 9! |
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[Sep. 15th, 2005|03:55 pm] |
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| | Steve Vai - The Infinite Steve Vai (Anthology) | ] |
So, I haven't updated in a months. I'm mainly keeping this journal just so that I can read other peoples', and leave snotty comments on their emo entries (this applies to any of my friends that make emo entries). But here's a quick update:
I got, and am now using a new computer. It bombs your house for fun.
School is tolerable, I guess. I like my teachers better than my classmates, in most classes.
Everyone should go read the Adventures in the Land of Else, written by some random guy on psylocibin mushrooms. It can still be found on the main totse server. Go there.
I'm going to Kalamazoo this weekend to see Jessie. I've been looking forward to this since it was decided.
Oh, and GWAR is playing at Harpo's on October 29th with Devildriver. It's a costume party, so bring your entrails. |
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[Jul. 15th, 2005|11:49 am] |
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| | Emperor - Live Emperial Ceremony | ] |
What the fuck is with this energy I seem to have today?
I left at about 2:00 AM last night, and didn't really sleep cause I'm so cool. I crawled in the window around 9:00 with plans to go to bed, but ended up taking the logical alternative to sleep - biking ten miles in under an hour. Not too impressive, but by my recent fatty standards, it is. After that? Cooled off, ate a bowl of cereal, and am now going downstairs to work out. Maybe some time soon, I'll toss a nap in. Pssh. Sleep is for the weak. |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2005|10:09 pm] |
So, I saw War of the Worlds today with Donny. It was completely sweet, until the bullshit ending. Most of the movie was alien robots gangfucking everything in sight with their awesome lasers and 12 story blood-stealing thing. Though I wish Tom Cruise and his bitchy daughter would've gotten mulched in the first five minutes, and that the texan in the basement would've been the main character.
In scarcely related news, I've changed my mind about GWAR. Previously: Evil Dead-wannabe communist faggots from Arkansas. Currently: Human eating aliens sent to destroy the Earth and cover it with semen. When I first saw them, I saw the Bush effigy and heard some stupid comments about the Pope, and assumed it was some stupid sarcastic hippie shit, hiding behind a facade of bad ass awesome heavy metal. But I've come to realize that in fact, they're not kidding. Their reason for hating Bush? Lack of nuclear assault on other countries. See?
But yeah, GWAR is pretty sweet. So was War of the Worlds. Even aside from that, life has been good. |
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[Jun. 27th, 2005|01:28 pm] |
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| | Suffocation - Souls to Deny | ] |
I just finished reading The Da Vinci Code. What a great book. Of note was my dad's reaction to me reading it. He lectured me for around 45 minutes, trailing off on different topics, but sticking to his basic "it isn't Christian, so it's wrong". Here's a rough quote (minus stammering and bad pronounciation): "If what were in that book were true, that would make the entire theory of salvation untrue. But Christ said that he is the only way to heaven, which means that the claims in that book must not be true". Brilliant. Fucking brilliant. I love discussing religion with my dad. He is so insightful. [/sarcasm]
In other news, Suffocation's album Souls to Deny is incredibly good. It's one of those that takes a few listens to get into, especially if you were expecting a thicker sound from Frank Mullen. He's gotten much throatier since Despise the Sun, but not bad by any means.
I might be dog sitting today. Not sure when, or even if I positively am. I should call and find out soon.
Tomorrow is the Sounds of the Underground Tour, which is going to be fucking awesome. I need to find a ride, though. ... Anyone want to go sight-seeing at Freedom Hill tomorrow morning around 9:00?
And... that's all. |
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[Jun. 26th, 2005|02:13 am] |
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| | Beatles - Hey Jude | ] |
7:30 - picked up by Jessie to go to a jazz festival in Detroit
8:15 - arrived at Jazz festival with Dianne, and realized that "Detroit" meant "De-fucking-troit, the ghetto ass compound of peeling paint, gangsters and crack addicts that you see on Cops"
8:15 to about 9:15 - watched some pretty sweet jazz performers and bought cheese popcorn
after that - tried to drive Dianne to a party, but got lost, and in the process of talking more about it, realized that it wasn't exactly the kind of party that Dianne would be very safe at.
10:30? - got back to Jessie's, talked for a while in her kitchen with Dianne.
12:30 - drove Dianne home, then came back to Jessie's. Tried to learn more of how to dance, and failed miserably. I had fun, though.
So, I was supposed to bike to Royal Oak with Donny tomorrow, but I just realized that my bike is broken. As is my other bike. So that sucks. But,
Life is good. |
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[Jun. 25th, 2005|05:34 pm] |
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| | 102.0 FM | ] |
So, I made my livejournal look less like an anus today. There might still be some traces of the old one (ie. THE ENTRIES, and anything I've forgotten), but now it looks... button-up. My journal rules all. 'cept for one thing.
If I write, it's going to be boring. Very. Guaranteed. I could keep the entries limited to when something cool happens, but what's the fun of that? The only thing that makes any livejournal interesting to read is the person who's writing it - whether or not you actually want to know what's going on in their daily life. Point: no livejournal is inherently interesting or uninteresting. Counterpoint: what would make my journal interesting? Readers. A friends page. Hey! I have one of those! Let's see if they end up reading my gibberish drivvel.
AND NOW,
a brief synopsis of my summer thus far (and an archaic rating system for each bullet point):
- lack of school is nice
- new guitar is nice
- new acoustic guitar from Jessi J is nice
- new lifelong disease (ulcerative colitis) isn't nice
- spent nearly every day at Jessie's or with Jessie somewhere (nice)
- not working at National because I don't really care that much about getting the money (poultry?)
- going to the Sounds of the Underground tour (http://www.soundsoftheundergroundtour.com) this Tuesday
- visiting Royal Oak with Donny tomorrow
Next time I have this much free time on my hands that I wouldn't mind wasting on LJ, I'll write more. Perhaps less general, more omg 2day i gots pitshers of u in g0atse type stuff.
Of lesser mindedness, though. Of course. |
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[Mar. 6th, 2005|10:49 am] |
Do you like cheesy ambient noises, screaming little black girls and the overbearing funk of sweat and pepperoni? Then head on over to Laser Quest for a night of fun!
Why we decided to go to fucking Laser Quest, I may never know. But exactly half of the people in there were 14 year old, dog-leash wearing Hot Topic mother fuckers. The other half were card carrying members of the Wu Tang clan.
Some fucking runt of about 10 years old approached me before one of the games and commanded that we "leave no survivors". First, I hate people who take Laser Quest seriously. By the end of the night, I hated everyone who moved any faster than a Night Of The Living Dead zombie. But anyway, about that kid. At first, I just decided to let him have his little G.I. Joe fantasy, and make fun of him behind his back. But then, once we got in the room, he said "if we're going to survive, we need to stick together". After the inevitable shut the fuck up, I decided to do something else to fuck with him. I didn't get a chance to, but I was thinking I could just pull him to the side, and whisper into his ear, "Last weekend when you were at your friends house, I was at yours, fucking your mother... in your bed". Donny stopped me, though. Damn shame.
Oh, and also:
If you walk around seeing how many people will kiss you in one night, YOU ARE A WHORE
So there was this girl, probably about 14, covered in chains and zippers and whatnot, being led around by her friends on a fucking chain. Her friends came up to our group and told us of their predicament: they were deemed to find out how many males they could get to kiss their friend by the end of the night. So after many pre-pube jokes, we decided to pressure Donny into doing it. He ended up just getting pissed and leaving because he's always the one getting fucked with, but I don't blame him.
In summary, Laser Quest is the new Mecca of Suck. Though there is a dollar store a few doors down from it that you can nab stupid shit from when they're not looking. Or when they are. Whatever. But unless you feel like spending about $20 per person on all the dogshit described above, stay home. |
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| "If I have to suffer any more, Mel Gibson is going to make a fucking movie about me" |
[Feb. 21st, 2005|06:36 pm] |
So, there's this band called Dream Theater, and everyone says that they are just the greatest shit ever. Also, they just happened to have a live video floating around many p2p programs of their cover of Metallica's Master of Puppets.
Now, I've heard some shitty covers in my day, but this one takes the cake. Holy shit. I'll give them the benefit of the doubt, and say that perhaps every member of the band had to take a shit during that performance. Especially the vocalist. And what, now, the guitar player who's supposedly so fucking awesome has a dysfunctional whammy bar? What the fuck?
I'm encouraging everyone to try and download this, watch it, and delete it. God. Even the lookalike Metallica plays it better. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2005|06:13 pm] |
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| | metallica - kill 'em all | ] |
Every member of Metallica was killed in a plane crash in 1990, and then replaced by lookalikes who have been recording music under their name for the past 14 years. They didn't sell out. They died.
End of debate. |
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