1.31.2006
hmm tool the other headliner it seems now
1.27.2006
"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then, is not an act, but a habit"
-- Aristotle
-- Aristotle
1.26.2006
We scurry to our apartment doors like little frightened rabbits. Hurry hurry inside. Get inside. Lock it.
Today while retrieving my laundry from the basement I ran into my neighbor. It was in the staircase in the back of my building. We startled one another as she came in the back alley door. Its kinda creepy at night. We were reliving a scene from Waking Life as we began the 'head down silent stranger passerby maneuvering'... like ants marching, never communicating. I blurted out the rabbit analogy (I think I heard it somewhere) and we struck up a nice conversation. Talked about the crazy lady that displays 4 pairs of shoes outside her door. Only the left shoe of each pair however. I explained the nice young lady in the unit below, via landlord proxy, handed me my 3rd and "final" music/noise warning last night.
What we have here, is a failure... to communicate.
Seriously folks. Its time to Rediscover Communication. [Fuck yeh, a titular moment!]
To me this proves how destructive isolation can be, and how pleasantly surprising socializing can be.
Today while retrieving my laundry from the basement I ran into my neighbor. It was in the staircase in the back of my building. We startled one another as she came in the back alley door. Its kinda creepy at night. We were reliving a scene from Waking Life as we began the 'head down silent stranger passerby maneuvering'... like ants marching, never communicating. I blurted out the rabbit analogy (I think I heard it somewhere) and we struck up a nice conversation. Talked about the crazy lady that displays 4 pairs of shoes outside her door. Only the left shoe of each pair however. I explained the nice young lady in the unit below, via landlord proxy, handed me my 3rd and "final" music/noise warning last night.
What we have here, is a failure... to communicate.
Seriously folks. Its time to Rediscover Communication. [Fuck yeh, a titular moment!]
To me this proves how destructive isolation can be, and how pleasantly surprising socializing can be.
1.25.2006
1.24.2006
Breathe. Keep Breathing..
1.20.2006
"Someday You Will Be Loved"
I once knew a girl
In the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer
All beauty and truth
In the morning I fled
Left a note and it read
Someday you will be loved.
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
As the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And everytime tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
Someday you will be loved
---death cab
I once knew a girl
In the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer
All beauty and truth
In the morning I fled
Left a note and it read
Someday you will be loved.
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
As the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And everytime tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
Someday you will be loved
---death cab
They say that good things come to those who wait.
...
its never final.
Love just leaves ya bruised*.
*there's just something about the Ba ba ba ba ba's aural effect... a 'relaxing callgon take me away' feeling that gets me every single time. and yes, this is 2 songs in a row. but i just can't help myself. blargy.
...
its never final.
Love just leaves ya bruised*.
*there's just something about the Ba ba ba ba ba's aural effect... a 'relaxing callgon take me away' feeling that gets me every single time. and yes, this is 2 songs in a row. but i just can't help myself. blargy.
1.13.2006
Song of the Motherfucking Day.
The Smashing Pumpkins
fuck you (an ode to no one)
I'm never coming back
I'm never giving in
I'll never be the shine in your spit
I disconnect the act
I disconnect the dots
I disconnect the me in me
And you're mistaken, It's you that's faking
Living and breathing and dying too
This message is for anyoine who dares to hear a fool
You can't bring me back, you can't bring me back
Cause I give it all back to you
Thru sacred alleys, the living wrecks
Wreak their havoc upon this world
The disenchanted, the romantics,
The body and face and soul of you is gone down that deep black hole
Destroy the mind-destroy the body-but you cannot destroy the heart
And you, you make me so I need to disconnect
And you make it so real
I don't need your love to disconnect
To runaround kids in get-go cars
With vaseline afterbirths and neon coughs
Galaxies full of nobodies
Giving us the farewell runarounds
I took a virgin mary axe to his sweet baby jane,
lost my innocence to a no good girl, scratch my
face with anvil hands, and coil my tongue around a bumblebee mouth
And I give it all back to you
No way, I don't need it, I don't need your love to disconnect
And you make it, so real, I don't need your love to disconnect
No way to disconnect
And you make it so real
I don't need your love to disconnect
No way to disconnect
The Smashing Pumpkins
fuck you (an ode to no one)
I'm never coming back
I'm never giving in
I'll never be the shine in your spit
I disconnect the act
I disconnect the dots
I disconnect the me in me
And you're mistaken, It's you that's faking
Living and breathing and dying too
This message is for anyoine who dares to hear a fool
You can't bring me back, you can't bring me back
Cause I give it all back to you
Thru sacred alleys, the living wrecks
Wreak their havoc upon this world
The disenchanted, the romantics,
The body and face and soul of you is gone down that deep black hole
Destroy the mind-destroy the body-but you cannot destroy the heart
And you, you make me so I need to disconnect
And you make it so real
I don't need your love to disconnect
To runaround kids in get-go cars
With vaseline afterbirths and neon coughs
Galaxies full of nobodies
Giving us the farewell runarounds
I took a virgin mary axe to his sweet baby jane,
lost my innocence to a no good girl, scratch my
face with anvil hands, and coil my tongue around a bumblebee mouth
And I give it all back to you
No way, I don't need it, I don't need your love to disconnect
And you make it, so real, I don't need your love to disconnect
No way to disconnect
And you make it so real
I don't need your love to disconnect
No way to disconnect
1.09.2006
sometimes i like flicking off the cat in the morning, for she doesn't understand offensiveness or absurdity of it.
1.04.2006
I can't decide if this is justice or karma....
what do you think?
it makes me smile.
PS:
other recent video goodies:
Picard Song
Paladin Switch
Tom Cruise Kills Oprah
Chronic-What-cles of Narnia
I'm ghost like Swayze
what do you think?
it makes me smile.
PS:
other recent video goodies:
Picard Song
Paladin Switch
Tom Cruise Kills Oprah
Chronic-What-cles of Narnia
I'm ghost like Swayze
1.01.2006
I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I saw the worst bands of my generation
Applied by magic marker to dry wall
I should be allowed to shoot my mouth off
I should have a call-in show
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I am not allowed
To ever come up with a single original thought
I am not allowed
To meet the criminal government agent who oppresses me
I was the worst hope of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to share my feelings
I should be allowed to feel
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim one occurs to me
But sadly, this can never be
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
TMBG
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I saw the worst bands of my generation
Applied by magic marker to dry wall
I should be allowed to shoot my mouth off
I should have a call-in show
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I am not allowed
To ever come up with a single original thought
I am not allowed
To meet the criminal government agent who oppresses me
I was the worst hope of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to share my feelings
I should be allowed to feel
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim one occurs to me
But sadly, this can never be
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
TMBG



