Monthly Archives: November 2004

OK, check out this.


Then come back and talk about what utter shit these people want us to watch. I don’t care if family-friendlyness is your big thing – but to try to claim Billy-Ray Cyrus vehicle, Lifetime-watcher masturbation fodder syrup crapfest “Doc” is a better show then the notoriously well shot and written James Caan-helmed ensamble piece Las Vegas? Come on. And I don’t even want to get into “Reba”


Some of their pan picks are dead on, tho. Fear factor may well be the devil.


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As a young man, I plug into the tube, but the stench of all that pretense I cannot muddle through.
I lay on my back and scan the radio all that comes out my speakers is a steady syrup flow.
I suck information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full.
I stood by watching and I seen ’em come and go. I seen ’em make that million then vanish in the snow.
They come upon you like a pack of rabid hounds as they slobber in your ears and purge you with their sounds.
Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skull my belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full.
I am Antipop; I’ll run against the grain till the day I drop. I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop.


OK, You thought the coast was clear, but I’m back.

First things first: Social Distortion in Denver.


This rocked.


First off, I had expected Social D to have lost a step – they’re getting older and breaking in a new drummer, and I was anticipating a lost step. Not so. The band was in good form, and did rock verily.


The stuff from their new album was worked smoothly into the show, and Tiger Army made the perfect opener.


Later, I slept in the house a blind photographer.


The next day, we shopped and went home. I get uncontestably surly every time I come home from one of these expiditions – I want to stay, I feel I belong, and I’m forced to leave.


On the election: I will say only one thing. This beast of a man thinks he speaks with the will of the people now. So, if you are unfortunate enough to hold a minority view or to fear the changes in the wind, this is not the time to make the best of a bad situation or to give in and hide – this is the time to be louder then ever, to hold as tight as you can to everything you hold dear. Hold the line for four years and rally all that time, and when the time comes again, stomp the monsters into the ground.


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When I was young I was invincible,
I find myself now thinking twice,
I never thought about no future,
its just the roll of the dice.

But the day may come when you’ve got something to lose,
and just when you think you’re done paying dues
And you say to yourself, dear God what Have I done?
And hope its not too late ’cause tomorrow may never come.

Guess I need to post before everyone goes away.


I want to talk about things I like. I like the Tales of the Otori, by Lian Hearn. They’re a set of fantasy novels set in a long-ago, far-away samurai kingdom.
They’re pretty good and you should check them out.


I also want to talk about things I don’t like.
I can do without snow. I aspire to move somewhere with none, and I resent the societal and ecomonic forces that conspire to keep me here, in what for all intents and purposes could be Siberia.


I like good music, and I’m going to go see some soon.


I don’t like having to work at five in the morning, which I’m about to have to do for a month.


I like being decandent and lazy, which I’ve been doing.
I don’t like being fat, which I’m getting….


Question for the day: What heroes would we have in a world at peace?


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We’ll dance across the wheatfields
There’s a place I know just east of here
It wouldn’t take to long
To drive out there.
–Cowboy Junkies, Carmelita