Damn, that was an experience.

This has nothing to do with love.

Because I love you too

http://blogfiles.wfmu.org/DG/runnin_with%20the_devil.mp3

Good afternoon.

Because I love you guys.

DRAT

It's out: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0825245/

I've got a copy! Here's a review:




***SPOILERS***

IT SUCKS

***END SPOILERS***

Hour by hour we ripe and rot.

Similar sentiments here.

I've never considered 'losing touch' actually. I think the childhood/adult life paradigm is lame. We are not discreet entities, and I see no need to leave anything good about my youth behind along with the undesirable things I might have discarded.

When I look at the people about me, I count myself fortunate indeed.

I'm not bored. In fact, I've got the opposite problem. I tend to take too many things on. In fact, I'm a bit overwhelmed at the moment. Cool thing is, I'm published next month in this book. Buy a copy, eh?

I'm seriously glad I know you guys, and I look forward to the years ahead.

EDIT: I've got to wait to get home before I can check those youtube links.

A modest poem

What's in your bag, Mr. Pips?

What's in you bag...?

Gust, Breath

Wail, Lust,

Sorrow, Love,

Hurt, Madness, and Molecules.

Squeeze it and you'll see.

And feel the resistence of inside contaminents.

And see the music float in stream-like paths through the air.

It IS there!

And even eyeless sight could pinpoint it into exactness.

It'll breeze right through

you

like the storm winds in a screen door

It will enter you so as you can feel it...

... and be thrown back by its initial impact.

The winds that force a grin into your body

and give your eyes their highest potency.

I like that bag, Mr. Pips.

Inhale the smiles.

Taken from: http://getmortified.com/woe/viewdetail.php?contents_id=55&type=text

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Yeah Steve, I hear ya. Your girlfriend is hot though. And damn, who the f*** is that witch in black? Holy Christ. God I love halloween.

Didn't do shit this year tho.

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I look back with envy on all the free time we had to fuck around, game, and basically do whatever we want with little worry about the future. Almost zero responsibility. That's the main difference now. But I do have to say in other ways, life is definitely better now that I'm 30. Maybe it's because I'm in science, or maybe it's the reason I've stayed in science, but I've met a lot of interesting people. My own faith is that everyone is interesting, given enough time to get to know them, and that the most interesting people are the ones who initially seem the most boring. Certainly the converse I've found to be true too, which is related to why chicks love musicians but ultimately that leads to an awful relationship, which is why I advise all my female friends to stop dating rocker dudes even though they can't seem to help themselves.

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Anyway, for me the big thing in music now is France, especially Justice, especially this:
http://asianmandan.blogspot.com/2008/01/justice-fabriclive-37-now-justice-xmas.html

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Still, it is fucking magic that we've all been friends for so long. Most people I know, don't have it like this. And did you know that Dave is now a father?

I'm a fuckin Uncle.

Poem not related.

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EDIT: Shit, what I can't deal with is his tiger sweater. As proud of my accomplishments, life, and personality as I am, I must admit I don't think I'm man enough to wear it myself.

quick update

Well hello hello,,,

I guess it's been awhile.

I am working as a tax accountant in chicago still. it's about -6 degrees and honestly, every day i want to leave and move to florida. the florida bar is still in process, as is my cpa exam.

i would like to get back in touch with everyone. i still talk with mr. wizzit (mark) occasionally, but i really haven't spoken with rob or big deeb in ages. when we all have kids it will be kind of lame to not still be on speaking terms, so i think we should start that up now.

no real complaints or amazing stories.

here are some photos of halloween. the tall pineapple is my girlfriend, mark's met her.

link; http://picasaweb.google.com/ambrousseau/HalloweenInIN?authkey=JTVgbTh5fJk
no , i was not "that drunk" . i was annoyed w/ anglela taking photos of me so i was making faces to try & discourage her.

as another fyi, james blunt is everything that's right with music...

youtube links for:

same mistake: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3c32wBYdU0
I think some people will know exactly what he's talking about. I especially like the line " don't buy the promises, cause there are no promises i keep." I know he sings falsetto, but this is a man's man singing.

goodbye my lover: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVyggTKDcOE
note that he is not with micha barton, another guy is, which adds a little poignancy and is a classy touch - she's with someone else.

I recently purchased his 2 recent albums and would be happy to "back them up" for anyone.

I think i really miss the days when we all spnt time together. I don't really know how to phrase this, but most other people are really boring; i think you all have spoiled me with respect to friends & social expectations.

has life become boring for anyone else? is it really justme?

It's not all serious sh*t, dig this:

rap lyrics explained via graph: http://www.aclevercookie.com/rap-lyrics-explained-with-charts-and-graphs/


FYI that radiohead vid is a bit crap compared to idioteque:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBsLFNcnwGM&feature=related


I personally know none of you can deal with this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THBiP7E4MXc

cheers

A good year ahead

Glad to see most of us are still looking at this from time to time.

Dave's got huge news, but I'll let him tell the story, as it's his to tell.

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Everyone keeping up with DiD Factory? Mark's thing is tentatively called "Wayfarers", not an A+ name, but not a D name either. I'm revising the worlds of Narbohring and Sarpagal, packing in tons of weird shit for a campaign sourcebook. I'll post it on the DiD factory gmail site when the first draft is ready, for people to criticize and make suggestions.

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I've mentioned it before, but Fallout 3 is going to be a reality in 2008:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fallout_3

And in particular:
http://fallout.bethsoft.com/teaser/teaser.html

East Coast baby. That's what's left of the Washington Monument.

WWII

Age of Empires style.

DANCE PARTY DiD

Oh, hi. Here are some links to great dance party shows from long ago.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3R9VMa3x_P8&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAFIsS9EELk
"Dance party US fuckin A"
"Cut"
Brilliant.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EHf1NNbaW4
Oddly, I saw DBX about a month ago.

And:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Mq04tX_0O4&feature=related
Wait for it. Wait for Jimmy Jam.

I Got What America Needs Right Here. -ONION

Sometimes I'm a little stupid, maybe, a little slow in the head, so I'm wondering if you can help me get something straight. Maybe you can help me understand one fucking thing right now, America, and explain to me what in the Christ is going on here. 'Cause, unless I'm missing something, this country is in the middle of a motherfucking shitstorm, and I have no fucking idea what you're gonna do to get out of it. I mean, are you seriously considering voting for one of these shitbags you got here in '08? Fat fucking chance.

Way I see it, America needs a president who's gonna somehow un-royally screw up the Middle East, do some serious cleaning up after you dropped your pants and took a steaming dump all over the fucking environment, and—boom!—restore dignity, honor, and all that shit to these United States.

See, I got solutions to all your problems—I got 'em right here in my big, hairy ballsack.

You better get down on your hands and knees and kiss Jimmy Carter's rosy-red Georgia-peach-picking ass and beg me to run your fucking country again, because there's no way I'm ever gonna come to you fuck-knobs and politely ask you if I might please be a presidential candidate in your precious fuckin' election. So you can just bite my cock. I've had it with you jerkoffs and your jerkoff candidates.

You actually seem to think one a' these assholes is gonna prance in and wave a magic wand and make everything all nice again. Look at you, sitting there like a common fucking schnook and eating all their bull about bi-fucking-partisanship, and how they have all the goddamn answers. Let me tell you something: These fags are dogshit compared to Jimmy fucking Carter, all right? I was arbitrating Mideast crises when this bunch was still sucking on their mamas' titties.

But who comes to me, huh? Fucking nobody. Why ask old Jimmy anything? What the fuck could he know about peace in the Middle East? It's not like he fucking won the Nobel Peace Prize for that shit. You myopic pricks. Back in '79, I sat Sadat and Begin right down and made those two dicklicks shake hands. It was beautiful—I had all the pieces lined up and I smiled and waved in my best fucking suit and tie right there on TV. And what do you do, you pieces of shit? You screw the whole goddamn pooch.

Cocksuckers.

Oh, what's that I hear? The weather's all screwy? You got a global warming problem? Boo-fucking-hoo! I was telling you morons to turn off your lights and unplug all your shit at night to conserve energy in 19-fuckin'-75, for chrissake. Gee, I wonder what woulda happened if we'd all switched to solar power like I fucking did back when we had a fucking chance to do something about it. Think we'd still be sucking Saudi Arabia's dick like a five-dollar whore? I sure as fuck didn't get no fancy Oscar for that little spiel, though, did I? No. But Al Gore, that cum-sucking pig, steals the shit from me and now he's the greatest thing since Jesus Christ made a fucking sandwich.

Well, he can lick my asshole right after George W. Bush, that fuck.

You want compassion? Somebody who's looking out for the little guy? Why don't you take a look at Jimmy Carter, 'cause unlike, oh, every motherfucking candidate out there, he spent the last fucking quarter-century building houses for the homeless. And what does he get for it? A fucking hernia. Some fucking gratitude, you selfish twats. You talk to me about compassion? I'll shove a crucifix so far up the Democrats' asses they'll be asking me to buy them dinner and kiss them good night.

Funny thing about me: I actually fucking know shit! Not like these goombas trying to weasel their way into the White House. I practically wrote the book on collapsing bridges, inflation, and the working poor, fuck-o. I even got a degree in nuclear engineering or some shit. You know how easy I could swoop down right now like a guardian angel and solve all your fucking problems? Snap. Bam. Do it in my fucking sleep. Just fucking try me.

So you want me to run for president again? Yeah, sure, absolutely, I'll do it. I'd be honored to do it—with my fucking dick in your mouth, you worthless scumbags.

You had your chance with Jimmy Carter, and you fucking blew it. So get fucked. Fucking country.

missed the boat

Dunno if ya'll are radiohead fans or not...

I didn't download their latest when it was "name your price" I guess I was too busy arguing with the voices in my head about how much it was worth to me. Anyhow, I stumbled upon this yesterday and thought I would share: