who wants in?
just joking. but seriously.
vocals-
rythm guitar 1-
rythm guitar 2-
lead-
sitar-
keys-
bass-
drums-
black woman-
dancing midget 1-
dancing midget 2-
must be willing to travel short distances, drink lots of beer, be not attractive, and kick huge amounts of ass!
Monday, January 31, 2005
Friday, January 28, 2005
i'm losing it
matt and i finished the last episode of Smallville season 3 last night, and it has put me in a state. season 3 has been pure intensity and the final episode left us at the edge of a gigantic chasm. things happend that we never thought possible. some of our biggest fears were realized. we were distraught, naturally, and frantically paced the room muttering, "what is going on? what is going to happen to our beloved friends in Smallville, Kansas? we need some explainations, some answers!". so we made a call to tim, a fellow Smallville fan who has been watching season 4. he didn't answer his phone. we sat at our table, racking our brains. "is there anyone else we can call?....no, there isn't anybody...we're alone." we stayed up a little while longer, hoping tim would call back, but finally fell into a restless sleep.
but today the clouds have parted. i'm subbing at the high school right now. during my last period i looked around the classroom, and a thought occured to me....Smallville is a WB show....high school kids watch WB shows....i will make them give me answers! so i cleared my throat and said, "may i have your attention for a moment please. i need to know if anyone in this room watches the television show Smallville?" (i asked this with great authority) hands went up! "thank-you. i need to see you students at the front of the class please." i heard muttering as the students came up, "what about the o.c.? what about summerland?". i ignored their mutterings. i can't be bothered with such shows, Smallville is it. it is "the one".
so i asked my blessed angels a few questions. i decided not to let them tell me too many important details; i intend on watching season 4 myself. but i found out what i needed to put my mind at ease. so thank-you my angels, wherever you are. many treasures await you in heaven (or krypton).-a
but today the clouds have parted. i'm subbing at the high school right now. during my last period i looked around the classroom, and a thought occured to me....Smallville is a WB show....high school kids watch WB shows....i will make them give me answers! so i cleared my throat and said, "may i have your attention for a moment please. i need to know if anyone in this room watches the television show Smallville?" (i asked this with great authority) hands went up! "thank-you. i need to see you students at the front of the class please." i heard muttering as the students came up, "what about the o.c.? what about summerland?". i ignored their mutterings. i can't be bothered with such shows, Smallville is it. it is "the one".
so i asked my blessed angels a few questions. i decided not to let them tell me too many important details; i intend on watching season 4 myself. but i found out what i needed to put my mind at ease. so thank-you my angels, wherever you are. many treasures await you in heaven (or krypton).-a
Thursday, January 27, 2005
me in honey
i guess it finally happened. i've been listening to alot of r.e.m. lately, hold the laughter. it's been a little painful because of my long time ignorance. though i don't care much for mr. stipe, i'm still coming around, starting with "out of time" and "monster", thank you wife. any other suggestions (this is where josh talbot names off like 30 albums, because i must say, i hear tons of talbots influence with them), or questions? comments?
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
just sad
i was thinking yestarday about this time when i shit my pants. 5th grade, i'm on the bus and i really got to go. the bus rides like an hour long, then the walk home. so i'm walking down the street like i'm trying to hold a tennis ball with my knees. and as this nice man and his daughter walk by me it happens. it all just happens right then and there. and i'm just staring at this guy half laughing, half crying. it was pretty sad.
Monday, January 24, 2005
yet another
what is your biggest fear?
what do you hate more than anything?
why am i being so negative?
what do you hate more than anything?
why am i being so negative?
Friday, January 21, 2005
Monday, January 10, 2005
05' firsts
so far this year what, when, who, where, or how was your...
first kiss-
first person you thought about kissing-
first movie-
first new album-
first good meal-
first fight-
first intoxication-
first really good laugh-
first intrument you played-
first thing you bought-
first naked ass sighting-
first swear-
first apology-
and first whatever you want?
first kiss-
first person you thought about kissing-
first movie-
first new album-
first good meal-
first fight-
first intoxication-
first really good laugh-
first intrument you played-
first thing you bought-
first naked ass sighting-
first swear-
first apology-
and first whatever you want?
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
a dream
maybe i've been playing too many computer games, but i wanted to share a dream i had because it was so vivid and felt so real, which they usually do. i will read this later and realize how stupid it is but what the crap.
it was late at night. i was standing on the hill in my grandma's backyard in san diego. but rather than seeing some of carlsbad and the ocean, i was looking down on greater los angeles. i was accompanied by some members of my family and their friends, none of whom i knew. the sky was completely dark, no stars and no moon. nothing but the twinkling orange and yellow lights of the city. i was distracted from the low mumble of conversation behind me by a quiet buzz coming from the city. it's volume grew and it's pitch rose gradually, when i realized it was an air raid siren. another sounded and few miles south, followed by another just blocks away. an inexplicable fear came over me.
seconds later, the sky turned orange with anti-aircraft artillary, spraying upwards from several different locations. they were weaving back and forth, almost beautifully, as if someone had lost control of a fire hose, spewing sparks this way and that. our eyes followed the yellow streaks into the air. then, screaming from all sides came a massive onslaught of american military aircraft of all shapes and sizes careening over and under and around each other. they dropped bomb after bomb after bomb with amazing precision. giant clouds of fire and smoke rose from the city floor, enveloping the surrounding sky scrapers. on the roads in view just below we saw marines scattering into and out of buildings.
with no explanation i was enlightened.
terrorists had rapidly developed a vast tunnel network beneath the buildings, streching from one end of the horizon to the other, with concealed entrances peeking through the earths crust every so often. the government, finally reacting, had been aware all along. after the bunker busting weapons had pierced their targets, the planes vanished, as quickly as they had appeared, and the fires slowly subsided. the sound of air raid sirens was replaced by car alarms, and sceams of panic. i could hear children crying.
i lay in bed that night, in the guest room lit by the glow of the city. i was kept awake by the whistles of military police taking prisoners, and the distant roar of military tractors demolishing buildings. the noise faded and i slept.
i awoke the next morning to see that the land scape that had once been los angeles was gone completely. in it's place were green rolling hills, patched with plump avocado trees, glowing in the warm sun. the ocean was bright blue, and the birds flew high in the air.
just then, ryan wormsbecker came from behind and offered to light my cigarette, but when he lit it, it turned into a laffy taffy. though it was charred on one end, i still ate it, and we stared peacefully off into the distance.
i guess that was lame but for some reason i had to do it.
it was late at night. i was standing on the hill in my grandma's backyard in san diego. but rather than seeing some of carlsbad and the ocean, i was looking down on greater los angeles. i was accompanied by some members of my family and their friends, none of whom i knew. the sky was completely dark, no stars and no moon. nothing but the twinkling orange and yellow lights of the city. i was distracted from the low mumble of conversation behind me by a quiet buzz coming from the city. it's volume grew and it's pitch rose gradually, when i realized it was an air raid siren. another sounded and few miles south, followed by another just blocks away. an inexplicable fear came over me.
seconds later, the sky turned orange with anti-aircraft artillary, spraying upwards from several different locations. they were weaving back and forth, almost beautifully, as if someone had lost control of a fire hose, spewing sparks this way and that. our eyes followed the yellow streaks into the air. then, screaming from all sides came a massive onslaught of american military aircraft of all shapes and sizes careening over and under and around each other. they dropped bomb after bomb after bomb with amazing precision. giant clouds of fire and smoke rose from the city floor, enveloping the surrounding sky scrapers. on the roads in view just below we saw marines scattering into and out of buildings.
with no explanation i was enlightened.
terrorists had rapidly developed a vast tunnel network beneath the buildings, streching from one end of the horizon to the other, with concealed entrances peeking through the earths crust every so often. the government, finally reacting, had been aware all along. after the bunker busting weapons had pierced their targets, the planes vanished, as quickly as they had appeared, and the fires slowly subsided. the sound of air raid sirens was replaced by car alarms, and sceams of panic. i could hear children crying.
i lay in bed that night, in the guest room lit by the glow of the city. i was kept awake by the whistles of military police taking prisoners, and the distant roar of military tractors demolishing buildings. the noise faded and i slept.
i awoke the next morning to see that the land scape that had once been los angeles was gone completely. in it's place were green rolling hills, patched with plump avocado trees, glowing in the warm sun. the ocean was bright blue, and the birds flew high in the air.
just then, ryan wormsbecker came from behind and offered to light my cigarette, but when he lit it, it turned into a laffy taffy. though it was charred on one end, i still ate it, and we stared peacefully off into the distance.
i guess that was lame but for some reason i had to do it.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
oh there's more
why do i live every minute paralized with a fear of doing anything even remotely healthy or progressive or good for myself? why is this painful state of immobility so comforting?
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