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Don't let yourself down. Don't let yourself go. Your last chance has arrived.
Well, five years ought to be enough time for anything.
It was five years ago tonight that I made my first post to LiveJournal. A fact that would be barely worth mentioning, except that over those five years, I've started developing two distinct voices here -- one, the critical comedic snark, and two, the self-obsessed navel-gazing guy who gives ( Read more... ) -
Hail! (Hail!) What's the matter with your feel right?
Janet knows! Brad knows! Dr. Scott knows! Rocky knows, but he doesn't give a fuck! What's the matter, Columbia? You've eaten Eddie before! (But not with ketchup!)
(Now I'm gonna put a French Freedom Tickler on my head and sing like I'm five years old and I really fucking mean it.) -
Don't give me that bullshit, you know who I am. I'm your nightmare little man.
Poll The Loaded Question -
We've only tasted the wine. We're gonna drain the cup dry.
As it turns out, there's another reason to remember 4/20. Namely, Columbine. Jesus, did we all forget? I certainly did. And there wasn't a single blip on the cultural radar to remind me. I wouldn't have even known if the Michael Moore movie hadn't been on last night... 9/11 must have just vacuumed the whole thing right out of our minds. We don't ( Read more... ) -
You talk about every band, but the names you drop are second hand.
In honor of today's date, here's what two stoners actually sound like when discussing the mythical 4:20
Rob: Hey, what time is it?
Tony: Uh, 4:10.
Rob: Dude, you know what that means!
Tony: What?
Rob: Ten minutes to go!
Tony: Yeah!
Rob: And you know what happens at 4:20.
Tony: What?
Rob: Ten minutes to 4:30!
Tony: That's what I'm talking about! ( Read more... ) -
How can I get closer and be further away from the truth that proves it’s beautiful to lie?
The bitter flavor of Rob. Mmmmm.
So the ISP I escaped to in order to cut through the red tape is now awash in it, having been bought out by another company. And I only found this out when my DSL suddenly went out. What fun. Happy fucking days. Anyway, between this and work and Cannes I doubt I'll be around much for the next month, although I hope to ( Read more... ) -
What is what, and what makes you feel good.
Bad body day. I bet some of you know what I'm talking about.
In other news, I. Have. So. Much. To. Take. Care. Of. In. The. Next. Five. Weeks. That. I. Am. Completely. Freaking. The. Fuck. Out. -
Roogalator.
Poll The Loaded Question -
You rhyme like a schoolteacher. 'Bout as convincing as a preacher who smokes reefer.
The last thing I need to be doing is making a post, especially since I still haven't cleaned out my mailbox yet. Preparing for various upcoming deals is pushing everything back. Again. Plus, Gene Pitney died. (Believe it or not, old rock stars dying off really does alter my workday ( Read more... )
