Thursday, June 23rd, doors at 7:00, Webster Theatre, Hartford, CT ( Read more... )

North Korean dictator and resident midget psycho Kim Jong-Il is now the second psychotic, megalomaniacal world leader to state that he would "not rule out a preemptive strike" against perceived enemies. Thank you, Mr. Bush, for setting that precedent. Everyone kinda thinks he is making nuclear weapons, but we can't verify it. The only country in ( Read more... )

We need suggestions ( Read more... )

As of around 10:30 p.m. on May 12th, Shanna and I are officially engaged to be married. The ring is platinum and alexandrite, I was down on my knee in proper style, and she actually said yes. In the near future, this journal will be used primarily to rant about the insanity of wedding planning; but for now we are incredibly happy. Hell's ice- ( Read more... )

Whenever I look over the "music" line of my friend's livejournals, I am struck by the thought that everyone seems to be listening to something cooler than what I am listening to. Someone is listening to cool, sophisticated jazz, and I'm listening to some crap. Someone else is listening to something new and cutting-edge in that hip, popularly ( Read more... )

I had forgotten about this thing ( Read more... )

The city of Hartford, CT was first established in 1635 by a group of people from Massachusetts. One of those people was John Bidwell, my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather. It is now 2004, and I now live 5 minutes from the Hartford city line. Kinda makes me feel like I haven't accomplished much in my life.

I'd love to say that lots of music is perfect. The music I like. But it isn't. So I spent most of last night trying to determine who, in my opinion, has made a perfect album, independent of my own personal tastes. Hence, the following may not necessarily be my favorite albums, but they are all absolutely perfect. Go listen to them. Right now ( Read more... )

I don't dream often. Or, rather, I am not often capable of remembering dreams. But for the past week it has been like someone hooked a supercharger up to the dreamcatcher over my bed or something. It is the "or something" that worries me. A short synopsis of a handfull of the dreams I had this past weekend ( Read more... )

For some time now I have refused to ever back up any files on my computer. It is kinda like playing Russian Roulette. It gives me a little bit of a rush to know that I could lose the entirety of this neato story I'm writing. Or that all of the different cover letters I've written for jobs would all be gone. I like them, because I never have to ( Read more... )