Man, I was sorting my songs and tallying... I have 162 hours and 38 minutes of music. Probably a 125-140 hours of original music (not a remix or live version of a song I previously owned) This is after The Great "I need space for more games and movies" Deletion of another 20-30 hours worth. Not a whole lot in comparison to dedicated music hoarders ( Read more... )

I watched a bunch of movies lately, got me in the mood for a little sassy on some movie review action ( Read more... )

You know, if USA(NAU***?)/the Middle East/China/Russia/North Korea start a global fuck-off-huge nuclear rapefest and I didn't die in the initial blasts of armageddon or the fallout immediately after, I think I would do pretty okay in a post-apocalyptic setting. I'm comfortable with the handling and use of firearms. I would be able to sacrifice ( Read more... )

I'm constantly battling my weird sleeping habits... IE going to bed at a different hour every night, sleeping for 4 hours and waking up for no reason, sometimes being awake for like 8 hours, then sleeping for 8, then staying up for for two days. Sometimes it fluctuates so badly back and forth that I start to get really loopy and messed up mentally ( Read more... )

Whenever I get the obligatory "so-and-so has posted a blog" messages on Myspace, it reminds me that I should update here once in a while.

Looking for job, fixed tail light.
That's about it.

I just watched "The Protector". It's got this bad-ass martial arts actor from Ong Bak(kickboxing movie, pretty fucking awesome in it's own right). It's got the overseeing eye of Tarantino, and Tony Jaa(sp?) the famous fight choreographer ( Read more... )

Internet applications suck. It's so impersonal and cold, no eye contact, no exchange of names for prospective employers... no Larry charm comes into play. I need to stop smoking so I can take an easy piss-test authorizing job. I lived on my own from the age of 18 till 22, and I just enjoy sleeping and reading all day, filling out applications. I'll ( Read more... )

I'm drunk, and listening to Freebird. Me and Jason did some boiler makers and some funneling to pass the time... and we started playing the saddest songs we could think of, and singing along(badly). I realize the saddest 4 words I've heard in a song are from Freebird, though. When he breaks down right before the solo... plaintively wailing "I can't ( Read more... )

I keep seeing this thing posted on myspace:

"You call me, "redneck", "hillbilly", "slaker", "Cracker", "Honkey", "Whitey", "Gringo" "albino " and you think it's OK.

...But when I call you porch monkey, coon,jiggaboo, Kike, sand nigger, rag head ,Towelhead, WOP, diego, kraut, spooks, paki, beaner, wetback, spik, polock, Camel Jockey, Jap, Gook, ( Read more... )