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Sun, 08 Feb 2009 02:31:33 GMT

I wonder how he would react if he could travel in time and meet himself as a puppy.

A rare thought

Sat, 07 Feb 2009 05:03:42 GMT

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?

Sat, 31 Jan 2009 19:51:17 GMT

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!

took that test everyone has been doing

Wed, 10 Dec 2008 03:01:00 GMT

http://typelogic.com/intp.html

also, if interested, http://typelogic.com/pairs.html

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 20:07:35 GMT

You guys,

Congress just accidentally the WHOLE BAILOUT! Is this bad?

Wed, 07 May 2008 01:33:40 GMT

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

norly now, about that party...

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 18:27:15 GMT

^ 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.

Party picture!

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 16:22:52 GMT

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:

Hope none of the people involved will be too pissed at me for posting it.

Tata!
Steve

C8H10N4O2 + C2H5OH

Sun, 23 Mar 2008 17:14:52 GMT

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.

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 19:32:59 GMT

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!

Thu, 15 Sep 2005 19:55:28 GMT

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.

Fri, 15 Jul 2005 15:50:39 GMT

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.

Sun, 03 Jul 2005 02:10:32 GMT

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.

Wed, 29 Jun 2005 20:57:43 GMT

Show review time!

I began the day on 3 hours of sleep, and no food aside from a couple miniature packs of candied almonds. At around 7:30, I become the first person there. Even the staff wasn't there yet. God, I rule. Some worthless Fitz' kids showed up next around 8:30, and we talked and fucked around until doors opened at 11:30. On with the concert itself.
I found out when I looked at the set times that two of the bands I was looking forward to most were not going to be on this stop of the tour. Terror, who I was looking forward to the most of anyone on the bill, and Full Blown Chaos, who fucking rule.
SHOW:

The first two bands were some stupid scenester bullshit; I forgot their names. The entire metal portion of the crowd (75%, I'd say) were laughing balls during this, as a few of the scene kids were trying to 'dance'. Rule of thumb: If a person has a bandana quarterfolded and hanging out of their pocket, they can not dance for shit. Some fat guy kept dancing like an asshole, slow motion karate bullshit that has nothing to do with the rhythm of the music being played. I don't think I've seen more scene kids in my entire life, than the two main tall skinny cocks 'dancing' it up during the first two bands. Limp wristed air swatting mother fuckers.

All that shit ended for a while when The Black Dahlia Murder came up. The scene kids had been confused, and thought that with a name like The Black Dahlia Murder, that they would be another shitty scenester band. So they tried to dance... and were effectively raptured to hell when all of us decided to bring some real mosh into the show. I mean, when somebody goes flying across the pit horizontally, and you can FEEL their head hit the ground, and they stand right back up and keep moshing, you know the pit is not half-assed. Though TBDM's pit sort of faded in and out, partially because of a shitty sound mix, and because it took a while for the metal people to really realize that hey, there's a metal band playing. Let's go mosh.

After TBDM, I think Devildriver played. Maybe another scene band first, but Devildriver played soon after. Devildriver opened Ozzfest last year on our stop, and fucking ruled this tour as well.

A couple more scene bands, then Throwdown. Again, another band that ruled at Ozzfest, and ruled again here. Another instance of scenesters thinking that the term "hardcore" applies to them, and getting plowed the fuck over. Opened with Never Back Down, and played a few songs from Haymaker. Somewhere in there, they organized the bulldozer again, which was hilarious with seats being right behind the pit. Bulldozer = everyone in the pit turns around, vocalist counts to three, and pit charges whatever is behind the pit for not moshing. But it was just seats, and people who thought it wouldn't really go down. It went down, and I was in the front. We flooded back to about the third row, tearing shit apart and having an awesome time. Best part of Throwdown's set was the Sepultura cover, Roots Bloody Roots. One of the best covers I've ever heard, and being a festival like this, everyone knew it. Almost puked at the end of their set from pitting so hard. I need to get in better shape. Bad.

Again, another shitty band played, then GWAR took the stage. Everyone was freaking out before hand, saying, "GWAR is awesome! Holy shit! This is going to fucking rule! I LOVE GWAR! I WANT TO HAVE GWAR'S BABIES! GWAR IS LORD! HAIL GWAR!! AHHHHH!H!!11`1`1`1`1`1`". But... they were kind of retarded. Their music was alright, nothing too spectacular, but their stage show was the dumbest fucking thing I've ever seen. They're a pretty big band, so me saying this probably doesn't matter, but whatever. They were going for a sort of Evil Dead type horror/comedy edge, which would've been great, but they tried to weave political bullshit into it. The first thing they did was some elaborate shit about the current pope being a Nazi, which has been so over exploited and defeated so many times, it's sick. I DON'T CARE THAT HE WAS INVOLVED WITH THE HITLER YOUTH AS A TEENAGER, SHUT UP ALREADY. All the dirty little communists in the crowd thought it was awesome, of course. As they did for the Bush effigy being disemboweled, and the Reagan Robot being destroyed. Ugh. Fucking communists. I could tell the US Marine in front of me agreed, just by his posture: frozen still the whole time with arms folded in the I'm about to impale some of these fucking pinks... style.

Bah, enough about GWAR. I don't know who played next, probably more scene bands, so I'll just skip to the ones I remember. And that would be...

Chimaira. Fucking awesome. Chimaira rules. Anyone who complains that they were on TV, and are a more popular band, blah blah blah, they're not underground! rahhh! is more than welcome to jump in their pit during something like Pure Hatred, Power Trip, or really any song that has the floor moving. During their set, I got an elbow to the right eye socket pretty good, something to the top of the head (fist? foot? ice cream truck? I don't know), and numerous other good hits. Saw quite a few red chins during this. This one guy decided to dance during them, which was actually fucking funny, just because he knew it wouldn't fit, or go over well with the metal crowd. He was talking to me, and said something about, "yeah, I'd get beaten up if I tried to mosh. It's way too tight in there to dance". I agreed, and he said half kiddingly, "UNLESS WE OPEN IT RIGHT HERE", and started moving people out of the way to dance. Everybody got pissed at him, but he just kept laughing at all of them. It was great.

Opeth. Opeth is a great band, but honestly, the music just doesn't come off as well live. I saw someone walk by with a Blackwater Park vinyl, which was fucking sweet, and if I had a record player, I would want one. They only played one song that I actually knew, but then again, since they only had a half hour to play, and all their songs are long as hell, they only played three songs.

Between Opeth and Clutch, I met some guys from Toledo who are in a band called Distopiat. I'm looking forward to hearing them some time, just from what I learned by talking to them. The drunk guitarist tried to explain differences in musical structure between jazz and thrash metal, while getting drunk off his ass. 'Twas quite funny. As Clutch was coming on, I went back to the hill with them and smoked a little bit. Not a whole lot, but enough to where I didn't really feel like moshing when Lamb of God came on. Damn shame, I say. I guess I should definitely not smoke at shows.
But about Clutch: they were not a metal band or scene band or anything like that. They were like... some kind of blues rock stuff. It was pretty interesting, really, and I'm thinking about downloading some more of their music. It didn't fit at this tour, though. Whatever.

Poison the Well. They were alright; good as a 'hardcore' band. The lead singer kept saying things like, "Heh, I know you guys want us to get the fuck off of here so you can see Lamb of God, so we'll make this as quick as possible", which was pretty true. If they'd have played earlier, more people would've gone apeshit during their set.

Lamb of God. Seriously, if one band at this tour has all your base in their belonging, this was that band. I stayed on the floor, but didn't mosh at all. They played 11th Hour this time, as opposed to Ozzfest (I'm beginning to see a pattern in who rules and who played at Ozzfest here...), where they didn't. But yeah, Lamb of God fucking dominated all. Just wish I would've actually gotten in their pit for a while. At least during Black Label.

It all ended around 11:00, when I tried to get a hold of my mom for a ride, but had some miscommunication, and ended up calling her from a payphone a mile away. Got home around 12:15, and went to bed about a half hour later. Overall, it was a great fucking concert, and I hope they have it again next summer.

SUMMARY FOR THE LAZY READERS:
Great concert. A few bands really kicked ass, most were pussy scenester bands who got mowed down during the real metal acts. Food was overpriced, as always. The pits were good, but honestly could not even begin to think about fucking with Hatebreed's pit from their last stop at Harpo's. Bands always say things like "OK, NOW EVERBODY MOVE! THE WHOLE FLOOR!", but I've only seen one band to ever get literally the ENTIRE floor moshing, and that was Hatebreed. By "entire floor", I mean front bar to back wall, left building exit, to rightmost guardrail. Bands wish they were as cool as Hatebreed, but they're not. Anyway, great concert, they better have it again next year. But... bring Hatebreed. Seriously.

Mon, 27 Jun 2005 17:30:12 GMT

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.

Sun, 26 Jun 2005 06:15:51 GMT

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.

Sat, 25 Jun 2005 21:36:16 GMT

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.

Sun, 06 Mar 2005 15:48:42 GMT

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.

"If I have to suffer any more, Mel Gibson is going to make a fucking movie about me"

Mon, 21 Feb 2005 23:36:34 GMT

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.

Mon, 31 Jan 2005 23:15:33 GMT

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.

Wed, 26 Jan 2005 02:15:29 GMT

SKIP TO THE LAST PARAGRAPH

K, up until right about now, I had a chain letter posted ten times in a row on this, to prove a point. I think the point was proven to anyone that scrolled past all that, and it's safe to delete it. Why? Because even I can't stand fucking looking at it.

And right now, I'm just going to swallow my fucking pride and post this thing, because I'm bored, and I wonder who will leave their name. You know the drill.

1) Comment
2) I'll name a song that I think represents you or makes me think of you, or is somehow related to you. Or I'll just name a song and say that it does one of those, even if it doesn't.
3) 'Tell you what celebrity... yeah.
4) One word summary of you. Probably be something stupid, so expect food items and hygienic supplies.
5) Sex. Lots of it.

Wed, 19 Jan 2005 23:13:41 GMT

RETARDED PROTEST BASHING TIME

So, apparently, a bunch of kids who hate Bush got together, and formed a brilliant idea on how to protest the fact that he won the election (that's my understanding, at least). Their plan? Don't spend any money on January 20th, the day of his inauguration. Why? cause wouldn't it b funny 2 hav the countries worst economny day b on teh same day as his inawgeration? Yes, kids. That'd be great. It'll really send the message.
Like Republicans are going to get word of this, that a bunch of suburban punks aren't spending money, and they're going to take off their cowboy hats, put down their shotguns, and think, "well dayumm. if all deese kids aint spendin no money cause theys hatin bush, there mus be som'in c'rupt wit heeyum. we better vote heam out!". Right around this time, all of the world's religions will come together, guns will be abolished, rape and murder will vanish, and Elvis will be resurrected.
Seriously though, you guys - whoever you are, are fucking dumb. How is your tiny ping at the American economy going to effect anything? Is Bush himself going to step down at the sight of all the madness this will cause? How about voting, instead?
Tried that, and it didn't work? Tough fuck. More people voted for him, he won, you lost, it's over, shut up. The next four years might suck ass for you, yes, but that doesn't change the fact that he won. Neither will your shitty protest, or any number of hippies marching on Washington tomorrow. I hope they have a lawnmower big enough to fit you all under the blade during your stupid fucking protest.
If you want to have some sort of military junta or something, by all means, go for it. If you can quit writing four-chord songs about fascism long enough to learn how to fire a gun, that is.

This could go on forever, me making crude remarks at relatively vague targets and the like. But, I think I'll just end it with a link, and a special contest: see if you can find the problem with this other protest. I'll give you a clue: THE WHOLE THING. Read this.

Militant Anti-fascist Contingent

Sun, 09 Jan 2005 17:39:28 GMT

so, i was looking through the bible to find something about beating your kids, because that rules, and i wish more people did it. instead, i found this (KJV, blueletterbible.org):

Deu 21:18 If a man have a stubborn and rebellious son, which will not obey the voice of his father, or the voice of his mother, and [that], when they have chastened him, will not hearken unto them:

Deu 21:19 Then shall his father and his mother lay hold on him, and bring him out unto the elders of his city, and unto the gate of his place;

Deu 21:20 And they shall say unto the elders of his city, This our son [is] stubborn and rebellious, he will not obey our voice; [he is] a glutton, and a drunkard.

Deu 21:21 And all the men of his city shall stone him with stones, that he die: so shalt thou put evil away from among you; and all Israel shall hear, and fear.

Mon, 03 Jan 2005 21:06:46 GMT

you know what my journal has too much of?

TEXT.
and words, in general.
so, here's what i'ma do: delete stupid entries, and replace them with the following graphic.

BEAT THAT, ASSHOLES!

Edit January 04, 11:02 pm: I'm also using this graphic to let people know when their entries are shitty.

Sun, 02 Jan 2005 20:31:49 GMT