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[Nov. 7th, 2006|06:37 pm] |
Okay, so Johnbo posts on LJ again.
Hi Johnbo!
Let's all play Phantasy Star Universe together.
Oh, yeah, this is Livejournal:
Fuck the opposite sex.
Damn right!
My first real post since January 1st! |
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| BLOCKOUTTHESUN |
[Oct. 9th, 2006|12:10 am] |
HALL MALL
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 11
RUNAWAY FIVE (THAT'S ME, KIDS!)
with
HIVE MIND
CHARLIE DRAHEIM
C.I.D.
MOTH DRAKULA
NOISENOISENOISENOISENOISE
Please come. |
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| ALENA |
[Sep. 7th, 2006|11:30 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
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| | DAVID CROSS COMEDY | ] |
Alena, you fucking liar, you added me!
EL OH EL OH EL OH EL OH EL OH EL OH EL OH EL OH EL OH EL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111!!11!!1!1one11!!!!1!1 |
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| The Return |
[Aug. 5th, 2006|12:37 pm] |
Hello, LiveJournal. How many people still use this thing?
Real blogs are all the rage nowadays. You know 'em, the ones that don't trigger massive waves of social distress within extended friend groups. I love those things!
So here's the thing: I don't have anything to say to anybody here. I guess I'm just checking up on things. Throwing down a post now that I'm actually checking my Friends List now, even if I tend to scroll past any posts by actual friends. Circuit-Bending? Noise Friends? Game Politics? These are my LJ Friends now.
Sorry, Real Human Beings. Maybe next time. |
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| MIIIIIICE. FUCK. MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE. |
[Jan. 1st, 2006|12:34 am] |
I live in a very small apartment. An efficiency. It costs FIVE HUNDERED GODDAMNED DOLLARS A FUCKING MONTH.
But it's close to downtown, so that's why. It's fair. I pay extra money, I get to walk to work instead of riding the bus or walking in the bitter, unforgiving cold.
But now there are MICE here. MICE! Five hundered dollars for a room and a small kitchen with VERMIN?
Now, mice are cute little animals. I'd love to have a pet mouse. The thing is, pet mice are cute and sterile and live in little cages. These mice are free and diseased and leave excrement all over my small little room...
There is barely enough room for my girlfriend and I. There is NO ROOM FOR VERMIN!
I will not leave traps. I refuse to have little half-decapitated mouse corpses strewn about the place.
I will not leave poison. I refuse to have cold little mouse corpses strewn about the place.
That leaves me with asking the little fuckers, very politely, that there will be no squatting in my home.
"Mice," I will say, "you must find another family of kind humans to terrorize," I will pontificate, "and please, remember to clean up your remaining capsules of mouse shit on the way out," I will declare.
Five hundred dollars? My God. A room like this, infested as it is? Not worth a damned penny to a proper middle class citizen such as myself.
I should be thankful they haven't chewed through the very wire that is allowing me to connect with all of you kind folks!
Love,
Gus
P.S.: TELL ME HOW TO GET RID OF MICE! Thank you. |
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| WPWPWPWPWPWPWPWP |
[Dec. 11th, 2005|03:41 am] |
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Reviews are bullshit. Review scores are bullshit. Having to write a review that is split up into sections specified by an editor is bullshit. Having to write two pages, single spaced, about shit games that don't matter, is bullshit. Scoring games is bullshit. Making sentences as long as possible to accomodate for this helps alleviate the bullshit. Using ridiculous idioms over and over helps alleviate the bullshit. Throwing 1D10 scores out helps alleviate the bullshit. Realizing that WP will get nobody anywhere helps alleviate the bullshit.
Sacrifices must be made in the name of free games. I'm here to churn out two pages or more, if the publisher calls for it. And I get a free game, at that, all for a Junior High-level stream-of-consciousness babble about some crap game that I can sell for a few bucks.
Maybe if I was paid, I would care.
But I don't. Not anymore. Not after almost three years. This is what my output has boiled down to. If I didn't need the money from the games so much, I'd just stop.
For WP, I get my inspiration from fucking www.asciipr0n.com. See: "Tickle Me Usagi" for a clear diagram of the thought process that is triggered by a WP review.
(Just letting you know that I know.)
</www.livejournal.com> |
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| OKEY DOKEY! |
[Nov. 26th, 2005|03:16 pm] |
I was just listening to two bands from my old neck of the woods, the south Chicago suburbs.
GasCanPickup (now known as "The Alpha Couple")
and
Eleanor's Fault
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Are two of the most comically ridiculous bands I've ever heard. This is not to say that they couldn't become famous; in fact, they probably will both see some moderate success. But in another two weeks, when this type of music is out-of-fucking-STYLE, they'll realize their folly.
I am SO glad I don't live in that area anymore. Christ.
ROYGBIV is the only interesting thing I've heard come out of that area.
I'm serious, JJ. It's good stuff.
Check these bands out on myspace. Go ahead. |
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| BLOGOSPHERE! |
[Nov. 25th, 2005|04:05 pm] |
So I've got this new blog.
It's about videogames.
Modern Gaming
Take a look. Post a comment.
Maybe you can write for the blog, too.
Love,
Gussy |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 15th, 2005|12:55 pm] |
"There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics."
-Mark Twain, A.K.A. Samuel Clemens A.K.A. all-around good guy. |
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[Nov. 12th, 2005|02:17 am] |
I figure this is as good a place as any to reveal the loose connotations of what the fuck it is, exactly, that I am singing with Knorosov. This is news to members of Knorosov, even. Surprise! It's a blast! Bands are rock!
BAT-PEOPLE.
Children rarely see their own kind as abhorrent, unless they are unaware of their own abhorrence. Perhaps, if adults would realize how much worse off they are...
Those trees in Mr. T's yard would still be standing.
I'm talking about fucking respect. No need for property with trees if you don't like trees.
We're still in love, however.
HOBGOBLINS.
Children see a drooling retarded boy their own age and smell his stink while riding the Christmas mall train.
They cannot help but pull in the scent repeatedly, allowing it to grate upon nerves more and more, until flinching away, screaming for parents.
The parents, they have the quick solution of brandishing a gun, flashing it about, firing it, to leave the OOP person to the flies. |
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[Nov. 10th, 2005|10:47 am] |
Mario Kart DS has no online chatting.
Mario Kart DS sales -1. |
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| Stoners: Rejoice. |
[Nov. 8th, 2005|01:15 pm] |
I'm not an enormous fan of mind-alteration, but I do enjoy a little bit of marijuana and alcohol from time to time. That said, it was a great surprise for me to find that, quite contrary to what I have been taught about the drug throughout my life by various authority figures, there is evidence pointing to positive effects on the brain due to use of cannabinoids, which includes marijuana use.
A study on rats conducted at the University of Saskatchewan to test for causes of depression included a 10-day experiment during which rats were injected with a synthetic cannabinoid. After steady injections, rats that had received injections exhibited better moods and had a visible increase of cells in the hippocampus (the portion of the brain that is most closely involved with emotions).
According to University of Texas researcher Amelia Eisch, "it makes marijuana look more like an antidepressant and less like a drug abuse." While this may prove to be true, the effects of smoking marijuana remain unchaged. Increased production of mucus, higher suceptibility to sickness, and damage to lungs are still among the many detrimental effects of smoking marijuana. Of course, these effects are common when smoking almost anything, not just marijuana.
Researchers indicate that the cannabis family will now be a likely target for new anti-depressant and anxiety drugs. Of course, doses will be tightly monitored and controlled, so self-administering yourself a few joints might not be the best way to handle any emotional difficulties. Either way, this information is in sharp contrast to the "brain-cell destroyer" picture of marijuana that was undoubtedly painted in all of our youths. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2005|02:14 pm] |
Mana “China” Nishiura, drummer for psych-rockers DMBQ and formerly food punkers (wink) Shonen Knife died in a car accident last night while touring with DMBQ. The tour was originally planned to be canceled, but the remaining bands have decided to continue the tour to help raise money for DMBQ in this tragic and crucial time.
China was a fantastic performer, known for her tight, hammering style and ludicrous on-stage antics such as stacking her drum kit into a small tower and allowing herself to be flung into them, lighting her cymbals on fire, et al. She is irreplacable.
Hopefully DMBQ will continue, if they have the heart to after this tragedy.
Please send good thoughts in the directions of DMBQ and Shonen Knife, as well as An Albatross and Get Hustle as they continue reconstruct their tour into a string of memorial/benefit events.
A PayPal account has been set up to help DMBQ and their tour manager, who was also injured, with hospital bills, etc. Any little bit helps: dmbqpanache@lovepumpunited.com |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2005|01:45 pm] |
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Anybody want to develop a workout regiment with me? |
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[Oct. 26th, 2005|03:47 pm] |
I don't remember exactly, but I'm pretty sure that people don't really like you very much.
I'm not alienating you. They probably don't like me, either. |
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| Whoooooop. There it is. |
[Oct. 23rd, 2005|01:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | John Wiese, you fucking moron. | ] |
The internet makes everything obsolete before it happens or releases.
Fuck the internet. |
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| Nothing. |
[Oct. 18th, 2005|02:12 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Urine Burned | ] |
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| | John Cage's 4'22" would be the pretentious title for it. | ] |
Wolf Eyes/Prurient was not meant to be -- not for little old me, at least.
I will hopefully have another chance to see Prurient. I'm sure Wolf Eyes will be back around eventually, but the elusive Prurient does not often dwell far from his east coast home.
I am crushed. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 13th, 2005|01:12 am] |
Great taste you will love it very moist and tender
1/2 LB OF BEEF STEAK .
WOW THE TASTE IS FANTASTIC TASTE |
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| Working On The Railroad, Ma'am. |
[Oct. 9th, 2005|11:30 pm] |
Time to pull out the old Atari and the Gameboy and the Genesis and my guitar and my applephone and my PSP running PSPkick and SpongeFork and Garageband and make some extremely faggy music.
Who wants to help? |
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