Ani~ ^_^

This is AWESOME.

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 09:21:31 GMT

http://www.epitunes.com/Members/epitunes/Blog/Nine-Inch-Nails-Trent-Reznor-Pushes-the-Envelope-Further-on-the-Latest-Saul-Williams-Album-Release

This is AWESOME. This makes me so happy. I know a lot of people who don't know my immense love for poetry, but Saul Williams is really someone everyone should read (or listen) to. I recommend "The Dead MC Scrolls" or ",said the shotgun to the head." You SHOULD be able to pick them up at any bookstore, except for smaller chains. Just go to a borders. >:) Wow. That is really great news. And they're doing something fairly revolutionary with music. How cool! I hope everyone supports them. Also, if you can't afford to pick up those books let me know and I can let you have mine. I can't wait D:!

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 09:03:14 GMT

Hopefully that embed code works.(It does actually look kind of like her. The look is extremely hard to pull off, and I think that this shows it well, thought it was interesting how easy this could be done though, don't be surprised if I'm sporting it, shaking my shit, tyvm fuckers.) Anyway, I found that while I was watching Amy (Jade) Winehouse videos. Despite how good some of the other songs are, no song really exemplifies how fucked up she truly is. I like this. (Rehab) I usually don't like girls with lots of problems, but addiction never seemed too big to me. ;P Well, what I really admire about her is that she knows that she has a problem, and rather than ignore or deny it, she tells people she really doesn't care. She loves getting high, or drunk, or whatever. Love this philosophy for sure. On to my heroes schpiel, which is short.

HEROES: I finally figured out why I hate Molly! It is because of this.

Look at her TEETH. They are perfect. One of the few things that makes small children cute is the fact that they are not perfect. Her teeth are virtually flawless, and we all know she was forced into braces at a young age, which is terrible for skull development. It looks scary.

That's it. It was good this week. Story heavy, but no Payter, so that's fine.

I got my R4 today. I can now play not only Japanese DS games, but I never have to pay for one again, which is fine since I rarely did anyway. Fuck you, The Man.

I'm so displeased with my story at this point that I want to delete it. I enjoyed what I was trying to say but I just don't think I spent enough time on this. It doesn't effectively represent me, like my ankles.

Sorry, serious'd there for a minute. (Yes, I can.)

Finally, you wouldn't put a donkey in the Kentucky derby, now would you?

Tony Sinclair, look at me with those big black lips again, you dawg. Tanqueray.

Actually, not finally, it's 2 AM and I'm still not asleep :( Something must be keeping me up. Listen to Steel Train.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=ihFzr8QPfOg

This is AWESOME. Night.

<3

Okay so, here.

Fri, 12 Oct 2007 06:06:06 GMT

After a little bit of a hard day, (one of those ones where you think things are going to suck, and then they turn out better than you could've expected) I've finished a short, modern social commentary on Ernest Hemingway's short story "A Clean, Well-Lighted Place". I'll post the story that, not only must you read to really understand the significance of my work, but purely because Hemingway is, by far, save for Dostoevsky, (Dostoyevsky, depending on where you're from...or what forms of Russian you prefer, I really don't understand the difference) one of the most influential authors in my life. I'd like it if you actually take the time to read both, you post some feedback (I'm NOT happy with the end of the story, because I've been having a very hard time articulating what I want to say in less than like... 2 pages) and whether or not this really makes sense. It's directed toward a wide audience, and for that reason I tried to make it fairly obvious what I'm getting at.

Here is "A Clean, Well-Lighted Place" By Ernest Hemingway

http://www.mrbauld.com/hemclean.html

And then I'll create some space, and just paste my story in here, I'm too lazy to actually upload this. Before you read this, keep in mind I'm not a big fan of writing with such...real things. I like science fiction, but I promise, I'm growing ;P. And as my girlfriend said, you're always your own worst critic. Thank you ;3 Also, ignore formatting and such, pasted from Word so things might act differently, or maybe I fucked up.

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The young man walked into the store, meandering up to the counter, and asked the clerk standing there a simple question; “Do you guys have Nestle Crunch?” The words left his mouth slowly, clumsily, like a crippled child trying to open a door with no help.

“Yeah, to your right, second aisle, third shelf down.” The clerk expertly stated.

“I’ll take one of those.” The grizzled young man said, scratching the stubble on his chin. He wasn’t sure whether this was a nervous habit, or if it just itched. Slowly, the man licked his lips, and thought about how dirty the cash register looked, with it’s myriad fingerprints and multi-colored stains. He then looked to the left of the register and saw the change tray that everyone took money from, poor retarded kids. All they wanted was a few pennies.

“Excuse me, sir, were you going to go get your candy bar, or would you like me to get it for you?” The clerk said.

“Oh, I didn’t want it. I was just wondering if you guys had them,” he said, looking with a wry smile up to the clerk’s nametag “Billy.”

“Sir I’m sorry, but if you’re not going to purchase anything, you have to leave.” Said the clerk, a bit frightened now. He’d seen it all before. These creeps came in with their big jackets on, just like this guy, and then shot the damn clerk in the face, just because.

“Oh, in that case, ring me up for one.” The man said as he handed Billy, the cashier, a crisp dollar bill out of his coat pocket, avoiding the bulky shape that was in between his hand and the wad of cash from the night before.

“Um, okay, do you want me to get the bar for you?” Billy said, a little more excited now that he could see what he assumed to be malice in the crook’s eyes. He wasn’t ready to die. Why did he have to pick up this graveyard shirt for Caleesa?

“No, that’s fine. I’m not really hungry. But thank you for the offer.” Said the young man, affirming what Billy thought was true: Tonight was the end of his life. He would chat with this man for maybe a minute more before the pale features before him turned into a sly grin, and pulled out the tool concealed within his jacket. It would do the dirty work for him.

“Sure, no problem.” Billy said, as kindly as he could, wishing at this point that he could just be at home with his girlfriend, his mom, his cat, his playstation, anything that made him feel comfortable. The two stared at each other a little longer, then let their eyes wander around the store, each looking like they had just discovered a new insect on the wall opposite them. Billy began to hear a ruffle behind him, and he knew that now was the end. He turned around slowly to face his soon to be assailant, determined to be valiant in these final moments. He finished his pivot to stare at the young man, slowly sliding a piece of gum into his mouth, the large teeth biting into the green sliver.

“Billy, are you okay? You look really stressed out.” The man said, biting satisfyingly into the juicy, juicy, juicy fruit.

“Uh, y-yeah, I’m fine. I just get bad stomach aches, you know, working nights.” The clerk lied.

“Oh, I see. I think the Tums are on the same aisle as the Snickers. Would you like me to get you some?” The young man offered kindly.

“No…that’s fine.” Billy said, as he watched the perpetrator walk toward the magazines and pick up last month’s issue of Giant-Titted Bitches. A bit of a tacky name, but a classy magazine, nonetheless. Great columnists. Billy figured this was his chance to call the police, so he reached slowly for his cell phone in his pocket, and sneakily dialed 911. He bent down, as if to get something from under the counter, and heard the 911 Operator on the phone. He just whispered “42^nd Street and Belamaine, 2039” and hung up. Hopefully she would get the hint.

“Billy, you guys need to update your magazines. How is a guy supposed to get caught up with magazines from September?” He spoke casually, as if he really did want to read about celebrities’ latest cocaine-binges and pussy shots. Billy couldn’t stop thinking about what a poor act this guy was putting up, what an insincere prick he really was.

“Um, I don’t know, sorry sir, but our magazine provider has always been really late with the most recent issues.” Billy apologized, realizing that he was also an imposter, almost forgetting that he had just called the police, and that they should be here in a matter of minutes.

The police car was only a few blocks away with its lights on, racing toward the convenience store where they were told there was a possible robbery or homicide, they couldn’t be sure which.

Billy could hear the sirens now, and felt comfort at the sound of those red and blue beacons coming to save him from this freak. “Wow, I hear sirens, Billy. I hope whoever they’re going to save is safe. This town can be dangerous, among other things, at night.” The grizzly man said, completely unaware that he was the one they were coming for.

The car rolled up to the front of the convenience store and the cops drew their guns. They came in armed, yelling at the obvious culprit to get down on the ground. Jamming their guns into the small of his back, they apprehended him, and took him over to the register, now facing Billy. “You did the right thing, son.” The taller cop said, giving the criminal a yank to show superiority.

“Billy, what is this? Why are they arresting me?” The worn-looking man said, his voice fading with every syllable.

“I’m not sure myself, man, but I’m glad they did before they had a reason to.” Billy said triumphantly.

“Billy, all I wanted was somewhere to be.” The man said, seeming squeamish and harmless under the fluorescent glow.

“Come on, get in the car.” The other cop said.

They took the man away, and, supposedly, down to the station. Billy thought to himself if he regretted this decision, but came to the conclusion that he did not. As they said, it’s a dog eat dog world, and you never know when a seemingly innocent person has got it out for you.

Lemmings

Mon, 08 Oct 2007 18:48:11 GMT

Reading one of my favorite sites, stopthedrugwar.org, I noticed an article a couple of days ago that I think is really relevant to people that support two republican candidates for the next presidency. I've just now found the time (haha) to comment on this, and bring it to the attention of people who otherwise might never see this.

Now, before you continue reading, keep in mind that I'm not bashing republicans. I'm not "bashing" anyone. Just trying to demonstrate some points.

http://stopthedrugwar.org/speakeasy_main/2007/oct/05/mccain_and_giuliani_say_terrible

There is the link for the first article. Watch the youtube video closely, and see how poorly our own (Arizona's) representative treats this woman. He constantly says that there are "more effective" ways to alleviate pain than treating them with medical marijuana. I'm not a pothead or a scientologist, but let's be honest here: Of COURSE there are more effective ways to treat the pain, you old idiot. My ankle hurts. The most effective way to alleviate the pain would be to cut it off, eliminating the pain entirely. Sure there would be immediate pain afterward, but I would never feel ankle pain again.

On to the second video, this one featuring republican candidate (who is doing poorly in preliminary fund raising, by the way) Rudy Giuliani, who also treats this poor woman like a piece of shit. Not only that, but he advocates the use of oxycontin. For those of you who don't know, oxycontin is a pharmaceutical form of heroin, much like vicodin or percocet, but even stronger. Oxycontin, in addition, is highly chemically addictive, and, as the woman says, is known to in doses that aren't a great amount higher than the recommended. Fuck. Would you rather smoke a joint or go into a fucking drug induced coma, so you didn't hurt? Follow the link in that article which clearly demonstrates Giuliani's dishonesty as a politician. I know politicians are creeps, but this issue involves human lives.

On to my next point, which is my last: Holy shit, Batman. Listen to Giuliani talk about the FDA (Food and Drug Administration). He says if they say it's bad, it must be bad. Think about if you did everything the government told you to do. The officials are NOT always right. The biggest medicinal and clinical advances in history have almost always been an accident, or have resulted from someone not following the rules. (I.E. Cadaverical research and early anatomy practices and conventions) I'm not an advocate of anarchy. But if you blindly follow the system your whole life, you'll end up just like those little blue-frocked, green-haired retards (see title). Being controlled by a big hand and walking straight off a fucking cliff to your death. Talk about a metaphor.

If you thought this was too much text to read, just remember this

Think about your vote. If you're not sure on what your chosen candidate stands for, don't vote. It matters.

That should be all my political babble until election time next year. It doesn't happen often, cherish it. :P Back to bouncing ideas off my bedpost.

Map by map, does it matter how far?

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 05:29:35 GMT

My coche is still dead. Now, this normally wouldn't suck such a massive cock, but I had to move back in with my mom for my own financial reasons and because I can just do a lot of stuff she can't, that she needs help with. Like electrical shit and heavy lifting, etc.

I got some new shoes.

Being far from my friends really doesn't suck all that much. I think it's just Becca that bothers me a little bit. It's weird seeing someone almost every day, then not. It's funny how looking at the numbers on paper (72.68 mi) doesn't seem all that lengthy. But I definitely can't skateboard that far. I think what I really hate is that this is my 5th move this year. I feel like this guy.

Well. Maybe that not bad. I mean THE GUY IS ASLEEP LOOKING at a beer can. I just thought it was funny. Has anyone ever heard of 12ozprophet? I bought a shirt from there and was just wondering if they hold up well.

Brb emo.

Okay. I bought a flash cart for my DS so I can play every game in existence. Is this wrong (y/n) ? Am I really robbing the game industry? I don't think so.

<3

Sweeney Todd

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 22:01:10 GMT

Saw this thing on TV. Looks fucking awesome. Johnny Depp and Sacha(SP.) Baron Cohen in a film about a serial killer...

Coor.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0408236/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweeney_Todd_(musical)

Blah, Blah, Blah

Sun, 24 Jun 2007 20:59:47 GMT

The new Yeah Yeah Yeahs EP is out. If you like them definitely pick it up, if not, listen to 10x10, Down Boy, and Kiss Kiss. The EP is titled "Isis."

It's been a little too long for lovers

Fri, 22 Jun 2007 10:23:17 GMT

Wow, it's 3:18 AM and two years later. It's cool looking at these posts and looking at how much my online personae has changed. I can't believe I used to use so many emotes. I still get weird cravings to use massive amounts of anime style emotes to express myself, instead of actual words. It's weird how I used to think I could just get by doing ecks dee for my entire life. That post about John telling me about those 4 gray hairs cracks me the fuck up. How gay of me. Anyway, if any of my old online crazies are still around you can email me at animonger@gmail.com, despite what this site says. Have a good day guys, I'm going to attempt to keep this update like every... month? :P