- 2003-10-10 13:50:08 Kill Bill at 10:10.
- Two is better than one. 2002-10-15 13:21:56 Oh no!!! I accidentally posted my journal entry TWICE under my different screennames. Well, crap, now I've been found out.
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"you and your deep, dumb voice..."
2002-10-15 13:12:50
Ugh. I feel like crap.
I went to sleep at around midnight on Sunday night. I woke up at 2 PM yesterday, getting up once around 10 am to call in sick. 4 straight weeks of cons, partying, travelling, and working late finally caught up to me, it seems. This upcoming weekend is going to be my first free weekend in almost 2 months, and I'm fully planning to dissolve into a big, squishy pile of lethargic goo on my couch. After that, I'm making a trip to Dallas, and that should be it for the year. Well, my girlfriend's sister is trying to convince me to visit them during Christmas break, but seeing as how I only go back to my parents' house twice a year now, I don't think they'd be very happy.
Anyway, I'm still feeling pretty goddamn assical, but I came into work today anyway. I'm way behind, and I actually couldn't really afford to take yesterday off, either. Now if only I could get some work done while feeling like this...>_<
Oh yeah, Anime USA. Well, I don't really know what to say about it, because it was SO GODDAMN BIZARRE. Dji and Iserlohn have vaguely mentioned Crazy Bald Guy (CBG), but they all left before things got *really* weird. In the end, Paizuri, Nightowl and myself were stuck in a deserted lobby at 5 am with a sinister raving lunatic.
CBG: <turns to Nightowl> Nathan, you're no actor. You are the director. <turns to me> And you, Hsien, are the actor. You ARE the actor. And Nathan IS the director. Now it's time to go on camera.
(Later, after CBG has turned has wandered off momentarily with an instruction for us not to go anywhere)
Paizuri: Uh...should we go?
Nightowl: Let's get the FUCK out of here!
<we walk away quickly until he is out of sight>
Me: RUN!
<we bolt for our room, intercepting a confused-looking Gambitt on the way there and dragging him with us>
And that doesn't even scratch the surface of the strangeness.
Mmm...and aside from that, the con was fun. Lots of punch, lots of crazy antics. Weakest Link was great fun; "SUCK IT TREBEK!!"
Someone actually thinks that Paizuri and I are the same person? That's hilarious. - London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down... 2002-10-14 21:11:02 Hmmm, forums are down...Can't say I'm surprised.
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I can't think of any pithy sayings right now...
2002-06-14 16:35:10
Dave Pirner...the only man to ever rhyme "urinal" with "funeral" in a song. I forget which song that is, but it's off of Soul Asylum's Let Your Dim Light Shine album.
Eh...good lyrics, but I like Matt Johnson's (The The) lyrics better.
Perfect
It's a chilly English winter
And solitude is never easy to maintain
Except when it rains
So I hang an empty smile beneath my empty eyes
And go out for a walk
The wet morning sun reflects off the paving-stones
While a little dog barks its head off
In the distance
Oh, what a perfect day
To think about my silly world
My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
What is there to fear from such a regular world?
Oh, what a perfect day
To think about my silly world
My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
What is there to fear from such a regular world?
Passing by a cemetery
I think of all the little hopes and dreams
That lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the soil
I see an old man fingering his perishing flesh
He tells himself he was a good man and did good things
Amused and confused by life's little ironies
He swallows his bottle of distilled damnation
People turn around with unseeing eyes
They're looking for something that doesn't exist
The world you once knew is being eaten up by rust
No-one has time for the past
But still in God they trust
The future is now
But it's all going wrong
Bodies good for nothing
But it's to nothing they belong
People say their prayers and some work hard
If you give them all your money
They'll give you their hearts
This town ain't going like a ghost town
It's going like hell
Oh, what a perfect day
To think about my silly world
My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
What is there to fear from such a regular world?
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