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I am thankful for the following:
For Pando Ramirez. For scoring a goal when it really fucking mattered. Go Galaxy go.
For Nashville not knowing what good records are. Copy of Tones on Tail's POP on vinyl, 3 bucks. No shit.
For EarthBound. Yes, I know I played it 10 years ago. But I recently decided to play it again and realised just how awesome it is.
For my father, who never ceases to help us out.
For Tierney, who despite being in Wisconsin is still in our hearts. Good luck with Law School, with Leah, with life and with everything.
For the US National Team. Thank you for qualifying. See you in Germany, lads.
For Ben and Mike, for and driving me to World Cup qualifiers around the country and having a great time.
For Zach, for still being my best friend from half a world away, for never ever changing what makes him inherently "Zach", and for getting Valerie and I into the new "Battlestar Galactica".
For the Childs for accepting me as family, and likewise.
And, of course for Valerie. For loving me, and holding my heart.
Happy Thanksgiving
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| MORE LOLacaust |
[14 Nov 2005|10:40pm] |
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Hey Valerie, I saw the "Eggplant-throwing" cartoon. VERY funny.
THIS one is by FAR the best one on Memri. If you don't shit your pants laughing, sweetheart, then I can't marry you.
Is it wack that I think Antisemetic Arab cartoons to be funny? Although, I'll admit, the Zentraedi sized Jew reminds me of ME. :)
http://memritv.org/search.asp?ACT=S9&P1=908
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| 6 Million Jews killed in the LOLacaust. |
[11 Nov 2005|07:53pm] |
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Okiedokes mi compadres. Some of my friends have been asking about that antisemitic cartoon, so I decided to post it. Yep, this was really run on Iranian TV for Iranian kids. I'm not sure if it's Work Safe--It's work safe if badly-drawn violence and hilarious voice "acting" in Arabic is okay. Try not to shit your pants laughing during the climactic ending.
http://memritv.org/search.asp?ACT=S9&P1=906
Tomorrow: USA vs. Scotland at 10AM on FSC, and the next day, the MLS cup on ABC, 2:30 I think. Look for match reports and rantings on monday.
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| MISSION ACCOMPLISHED |
[24 Oct 2005|09:28pm] |
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http://www.livejournal.com/~xcorpuschristix/121963.html
You guys probably already know this...But hey, nothing wrong with a repost.
Personally, I think it's sweet the way Valerie is practicing signing her name with my last name. Funny, considering that I was seriously considering taking *her* last name.
Everything is groovy.
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| The weekend comes, the cycle hums... |
[12 Aug 2005|07:30pm] |
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Last weekend, I managed to--
Lose count in drinking beers,
Work some rockabilly asses in the pit during a Reverened Horton Heat show,
Get my dick rubbed by a total Poison Girl,
Avoided being swindled for a Waffle dinner from a shifty syphilitic prostitute,
Dodged a beer bottle flying at my head,
Have sex in a catering van,
Scored a USED copy of Belle and Sebastians "Fold Your Hands Child, You walk like a peasant" on Vinyl for CHEAP,
Ate Bibimbap for the first time since leaving the 21310,
Give 20 Tarot readings,
Head-Butt a biker,
Have an in-depth conversation about Conway's Game of LIFE with some dude (Ahem, Skyler) who was actually interested,
Get invited to a hoity toity party (Yesh!),
Score a copy of the Kabbalah Denutata for Valerie,
Count 10 shooting stars...
and..
BEAT METAL SLUG 3 WITH ONLY ONE GUY.
Only time will tell if I can top that shit. And my weekend begins...NOW.
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| FUCK YEAHS and SUCH,... |
[25 Apr 2005|11:04pm] |
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I am still alive.
I am still with Valerie.
I am still a porn star.
I am still totally obsessed with Astronomy and I love me some astrophysics.
I am still an Assistant Manager at a well known Nashville coffee house/bakery featured on the food network.
I am still as cute as always to Valerie, the great love of my life.
I am still good friends with Bags, and I talk to Hamstereclipse from time to time.
I am still working on Miaplacidus, and now that I have my own computer again, LOOKDAFUCKOUT.
I am still watching football...Er, soccer. Yep, I was there in Birmingham last month, and I WILL be at Crew Stadium against Mexico.
I am still me.
FORZA AMERICA y'all.
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[14 Oct 2004|08:32pm] |
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So--
Eddie Johnson is fucking God. Thank you. USA 6-0 Panama. We're in the second round of qualification, and now Valerie and Olivia will have to deal with yet another year of my crazy ass screaming at the television. :) Now let's hope Arena can cap David Stokes soon, before England gets wise to him, ne?
And yes, I know I missed the Tempe debates to hang out at the El Rey to watch the game, but~~ C'MON, does anybody REALLY think Monkeyboy is going to beat Kerry? I dare not say my countrymen are that fucking stupid.
IN OTHER NEWS:
I have finally stopped the preliminary work for Miaplacidus and have actually started to draw it. Blue line on Deleter paper. Now the key is to get a minicomic done in time for Ohayocon.
Micheal Moore is a lot fatter in person than he is on television. They say TV adds pounds, but I seemed to look no different and Mr. Moore looks 50 pounds lighter.
And YES--Finishing up my epic "ULTIMATE MAKE OUT TAPE" for Jocelyn. Smiles and sunshine.
Oh yeah, one last thing:
Fuck you Tam. I can't believe I was ever attracted to you.
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| Miaplacidus |
[19 Aug 2004|05:58pm] |
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Sorry guys. I never have time to talk anymore, and no, I still haven't had the time to actually get a new Cel, so I am still stuck in some kind of Schrondinger's cat (non)existence. Sorry I am not the easiest man to get a hold of. I work 40-plus hours a week, and I tend to use up the rest of my time working on my book, and studying for my impending return to school. So, in between working, reading, research, and drawing, as well as lurking about in record stores trying to score rare wax, I actually do manage to find the time to spend with Valerie. Thank you very much, sweetie, for putting up with my ass as I stay, erm, "Creative".
In any case, the reason why I am typing is because in the next few entries, my livejournal is going to be PHAKE..As in, "Not real", fictitious. Made up. Lies. Industrial strength bunk freshly rendered from the pressed colonic contents of a male bull complete with Donald Rumsfeld's seal of approval. The reason being is that I am going to use LJ screenshots and postings for my book, so bear with me. Thus, if you read any shit on here on how I can manipulate Planck Length, it's shite. If I could alter that and be able to warp space and time like a fruit roll-up, then I wouldn't be here on LJ wasting my time. :)
In any case, a few shout outs:
Olivia: Call me.
Kentucky Fried: Can I still send you something? I miss you very much, and I don't know if the feeling is mutual at all. Best wishes to you and Jeremy.
Zach: Super Pollo, BIATCH. Super fucking POLLO.
Evviva: Monday I send you a dispatch, and good luck in Maryland.
Adam: Hamster style is always the best. Sometimes you leave the crossfaders out of it.
Adieu mon amis. See you at Ohayocon.
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| HE'S BACK MOTHERFUCKERS. |
[10 May 2004|07:30pm] |
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That's right.
It has come to my attention that recently, I have been a codependent whiny fuck. Crying like a bitch, worried about my mom, flying off the handle, and using Valerie like a crutch.
Well fuck that.
All it took was 20 minutes talking to Zach, and, in the words of Captain So-Lar, "I'M FINE NOW". I can not and WILL NOT be Susan'ed here. Not as long as my dick still works, blood pumps in my veins, and my ZOG card still has some cash on it.
So, what does that mean to you LJ readers?? Not a fucking thing, unless you actually know me in person, so~~~
Adam, I WILL be in Los Angeles this summer.
KF--About my last post, yeah, I meant what I said. But, if you don't want to talk to me just because of my "Lack of tact", then you know: Pfft. You're too sensitive and you die pissed, even though I love you to death. In the words of the SubGenius, "Fuck them if they can't take a joke." And have fun up in Canada.
Lastly--Thanks Jocelyn for everything.
Antony Zeta is back. No motherfuckers. DOUBLE FUCKING ZETA.
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| Mobile Provence..... |
[03 May 2004|07:22pm] |
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If there is one fucking thing I love and hate about Nashville are the homeless people. In California, homeless people are starkly honest, to a fault. A California bum is almost always aggressive, and will demand money from you, either in a polite "Give me money, you have money and I don't" kinda way, or in a "Give me your money or I will rape your ass" kinda way. Rarely, they will simply have a cup and passively let you give. Either way, you can tell a newly homeless person from the veteran groundpounder from the length of their story. You LA residents can vouch for me: Whenever a panhandler talks about how his brothers car broke down on Santa Monica boulevard and he needs gas money to get to San Diego, you don't even dignify his lame ass shit with a silent fart. You just keep walking, and listen passively as his sob story gets more desperate.
In any case, in Nashville, EVERY MOTHERFUCKING HOMELESS FUCK HAS A STORY. And not just a story, I mean, they weave a tale that would bore James Joyce. It's always how their car broke down in Belle Meade or they got kicked out of the homeless mission or how they need to get a room so they can shower for their job interview tomorrow. And I especially love the black guys, because the black guys always start off their panhandling spiel with the line (And I quoth) "Hey, I'm not a bad guy, brother could you listen to me for a second..?" The sad thing is that EVERY black panhandler says this shit, which makes me think that they all got a fax or a memo from bumco or whatever their central office is. I'm sorry, but accusing me of being racist isn't the best tactic in extricating my spare change from my pocket, fuckass.
So I am walkin' in the rain from the AmSouth building on 4th Avenue, delivering a fresh load of "Upscale Sandwiches" (Terry's description, not mine...Ham on Pumpernickel isn't upscale in any dimension, even when you slather it with freshly ground Dijon.) to deliver to the Library. Anyways, this jackass already starts in, and I hate to sound like I am prejudiced, but yep, I knew it was a black guy because he is already saying.."Hey, Hey brotherman...I'm not a bad guy or anything, but can I speak with you for a second..". Of course, I responded with my deadpan "I got shit to do. If you want to talk to me, walk with me dude." In which he says, "Hey, right on man. So anyways....DUDE WHAT YOU'RE CARRYING?"
Anyways, at that, he pointed to my large sack I was slinging over my shoulder.
"You Santa Claus Brotha?"
"No. I'm Jewish."
"Heh heh heh you're Jewish I see. So anyways brother whatcha got in the bag?"
"Sandwiches."
"Sandwiches?"
"Yeah. Sandwiches."
"What kind of Sandwiches."
"All kinds."
"Like what kinds?" (At that point, I get a whiff of his doodoo smell so I walk faster.)
"Like all kinds. Why, you want one?"
"Yeah brother, could you give me a sandwich?"
"$4.21"
"What?"
"Four Dollars Twenty One cents."
"Huh?"
"If you want a sandwich, they are Three Eighty-Five, Four Twenty One with tax."
"Are you for real?"
(I started to chuckle because he sounded like Dolemite in the "Human Tornado") "No brother, $4.21. I'm selling sandwiches. I'm Mobile Provence."
"What the fuck? No asshole will pay that much for a sandwich."
**At that point I laugh out loud**
"Heh. Here's a dollar. Thanks for entertaining me bro."
"Hey, thanks..."
"No problem.." I say. "Adios".
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| A charming letter from Felicia.... |
[29 Apr 2004|07:35pm] |
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Today I saw this homeless guy walking around the park with a rather gargantuan doodoo stain readily visible to passerby. ( On a related note..... )
A final note: Achtung Nashvillians: Come see LINEAR with me!! Next week should be clear, good seeing at Natchez Trace. Peace out.
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| FUCK YEAH!! |
[28 Apr 2004|10:31pm] |
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What a great day:
Valerie beat the system and was able to avoid legal unpleasantries by going to traffic school. Rock on.
Bray gave me his snailmail adress and I can FINALLY send him my sketches. It's good to really start working on the Word Of One after a long hiatus.
That's really good because lately, my artwork has been really, REALLY slammin'. It's a shame we may not table at Anime Expo but at least my artwork has reached a new peak in quality.
I just scored a vinyl album I wanted for several years: Joy Division's "Unknown Pleasures". Only 20 smacks at Grimey's.
Ken fucked up and made me work today, and then boss ken double-flaked by not going with me to see the game to go to his hot yoga class. But thanks to Olivia, I was able to see the game with a beer in hand.
And to top it all off: USA 1-0 Mexico. It's Miller time, fuckas.
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| OMGWTFLOL |
[11 Apr 2004|09:51pm] |
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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!! Looks like somebody figured out a way to make Penny Arcade not suck ass.
http://www.yukihime.com/comics/paremix/
Here are 5 things I need to say before I go since I don't get online much.:
1-EK, love your pinups.
2-Afuji, your artwork was *always* good. Even back in the day.
3-Amber, quit bothering my ex online, silly girl. :)
4-Wow, even I'M drawn up in all this Predators fever. What's with that? I'm I that hard up for soccer that I watch Hockey now? Sheeit.
5-I miss you Kristine. See you this summer. I know it is taking forever to make that tape, but..I've been.... Distracted. :)
Redshift of 4 but still feeling ya byatches. Adios.
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| A big thank you.... |
[28 Mar 2004|03:47pm] |
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To Olivia, for coming over, picking me up, driving me to Tupelo, showing me beautiful beauty can be, and getting me out of my Germanic depression of the last 48 hours.
Everybody tries so hard, but she doesn't even have to. Now, I am back to my Southern California self again.
I have a lot on my mind, but I don't know where to start right now. Luckily, Valerie and Olivia understand me better than anybody else on the planet and have really been there for me on the little ball that makes up my world.
Oh yeah, Galaxy (Yes, my team!) Los Angeles plays against Tecos here in Nashville on April 20. I miss the beautiful game, and I'm glad to score tickets. 100 bucks for two seats is kinda steep. Fucking Ticketmaster.
Thank you very much to everybody on my friends list reading this. My love to you all, because if I didn't care so much, maybe I wouldn't get so depressed like this. :)
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| How come you're in the front seat? YOU'RE supposed to be on brain detail! |
[11 Mar 2004|01:49pm] |
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Heh. When I took this job, I never once thought I would be using a mop and sponge to clean a pool of human blood off of the floors and walls.
I have, on a clock, officially done everything except jerk off and shoot up freebase. (McLaughlin group voice) "Bye Bye!!"
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| Adam Belial |
[08 Mar 2004|12:24am] |
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Remember a long time back when I said that I misplaced the keys to my life, and I can't go anywhere without them?
Well, I've been going places, but now I just took a break from driving for a bit.
Question is, will I ever get back into it and keep driving?
Probably so. Because it's cold out here and my feet hurt.
But it's good to park one's life on the dark roadside shoulder. As Ty Pennington from Trading Spaces once sang (With Uncle Billy's help, that is..) "It's all wrong, and that's alright...At least the stars are out tonight.".
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| Operational Exhaustion |
[18 Jan 2004|01:45pm] |
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So here I am, waiting for the US to kickoff against Denmark at Home Depot. Yes, I am really missing Los Angeles now. I can't really put a handle on the fact that I will not be seeing the National Team in person very much anymore. As much as I love living and working in Nashville, I really miss Los Angeles, and especially Football...Uh, that is, soccer.
RANT COMING OUT OF NOWHERE--It seems quite a bit of the kids in Nashville are just rich Bellemeade fucks that buy up all the good clothes at goodwill and listen to whatever is "In" at the moment instead of what they genuinely like. Being from Los Angeles I do not understand how so many people can be into utter fucking foondoodoo garbage like Cursive or Bright Eyes or Pele, and yet NO-FUCKING-BODY knows who the Old 97's, Suba, or Prefuse 73 are. If it wasn't for the dumb belmont bitches reading punk planet (gag) from time to time, all of these assholes would be shopping at Hot Hopic and still listening to their Screeching Weasel records.
What REALLY pisses me off is how a lot of these kids act in a "Hipper than thou" or "Punker than thou" mentality, but it's hilarious when a lot of these kids hold on to this 8th-grade asininism in their fucking mid 20's, and it's even funnier than shit when these fuckspasms don't even know their history. I mean, how can you be a hipster when you don't even know who Morrissey or Daniel Ash is? And you are not punk rock if you don't know who fucking Mykel Board is. Even fucking Enoch at Cafe Coco thought a Velvet Underground song playing over the jukebox was the Beta Band. And don't get me started with the girl Valerie talked to with a "Queen is Dead" record.
In LA, even kids in high school seem to know this second hand, and everybody seems to be in to their own thing. Yes, west of La Brea Boulevard Los Angeles is every bit as cliquey as Nashville (And we will not discuss Orange County), but at least the scenesters have a sense of history and can seperate the bands that are fly by night from the bands that will stick around for awhile.
I have much more to say, but kickoff is in a moment and I will post after the game. FORZA AMERICA, and let's go USA.
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| Adu Doodoo Voodoo Menudo |
[20 Nov 2003|02:00pm] |
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So, Freddy Adu was on Letterman last night, and was interviewed on NPR, following his signing to DC United. And when was the last time you saw an American footballer treated with even an ounce of respect? Even that weird girl I used to go out with didn't know Jack about Landon Donovan, and she was from the same town he was.
Just to let everybody know that I was the FIRST Motherfucker on Livejournal to list Freddy Adu as an "Interest" on my profile.
Does that make me cooler than you? Not really. :)
But it's an amazing thing. I would start a rant about it, but I'll just leave it be. If you don't understand the sport, you will never understand. Forza America, y'all.
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