An older, slightly deprecated blog. "Blog." What an uncomfortable word.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Swords And Robes
Swords and robes are cool so fucking cooooooooooooooooool hey yeah what is cooler than a sword and / or a robe blish blash fag fucking bullshit can't do what needs to be done just add more weight pull the trigger man just get off this planet without any kind of ballast you need to check yourself
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Next on To-do List:
Rounded borders.
Because really, I have to make this site identical to every bullshit web 2.0 style website out there, I already have one of the most used fonts.
So now I need to implement AJAX, add some rounded borders, a few color gradient banners, and provide some retarded fucking social networking service that is "new" and "exciting" and in beta, or some shit.
Web 2.0 here we come!
Because really, I have to make this site identical to every bullshit web 2.0 style website out there, I already have one of the most used fonts.
So now I need to implement AJAX, add some rounded borders, a few color gradient banners, and provide some retarded fucking social networking service that is "new" and "exciting" and in beta, or some shit.
Web 2.0 here we come!
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
I HAVE A LOT TO PROVE
People are ridiculous
Everyone makes mistakes.
I make mistakes.
I waste time and money on things.
Sometimes we get ahead of ourselves and we act without thinking.
These things happen.
Everyone makes mistakes.
I make mistakes.
I waste time and money on things.
Sometimes we get ahead of ourselves and we act without thinking.
These things happen.
Monday, November 07, 2005
I Fixed Some Long-Standing Gripes
Except for that minor positioning blemish in IE, this design is now functional, in my opinion.
Glad to be here, folks. Just glad to be here.
Glad to be here, folks. Just glad to be here.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Bear vs. Shark
Bear vs. Shark is a fucking awesome band.
Thank you for being awesome, Bear vs. Shark!
Thank you for being awesome, Bear vs. Shark!
Thursday, November 03, 2005
The Doors - The Wasp
I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance
Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh died
The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
They are saying, "Forget the night.
Live with us in forests of azure.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned - immaculate."
Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the lose of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft drivin', slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas
I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wandering the Western dream
Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance
Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh died
The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
They are saying, "Forget the night.
Live with us in forests of azure.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned - immaculate."
Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the lose of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft drivin', slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas
I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wandering the Western dream
Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
Monday, October 31, 2005
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Another Nightmare Last Night
In this "episode," America was taken over by some fascist religious regime, and Useff and I are not really going for it. We're too free. The leader of said regime also agrees that we are too free, and decides to have us killed. We are hunted down. Along the way, we meet some men and women who believe in our cause and decide to run with us, and be with us. Eventually, we are all caught, and we are executed while holding hands after writing letters to the people we always loved and never told how we realy felt.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
A Brand New Interview With Matthew Lesko!

http://www.blacktable.com/going050929.htm
Question marks obviously symbolize inquiry, but why did you choose them over dollar signs?
Never even thought about money signs. It's all philosophical. I'd wear this outfit if I were an accountant. It has nothing to do with my business. I wear it on a regular basis.
What's up with blasts rocking Bali?
It seems like whenever there are explosives detonated in Bali, journalists describe Bali as being rocked. Being rocked by explosives can be taken a number of ways. Personally, I like the idea of Bali being rocked to sleep by a series of gentle explosions that made the landscape sway gently.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Sunday, September 25, 2005
And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.
And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Odalisque
and what do we do with 10 dirty jews
a thirty-ought full of rock salt
and a warm afternoon? what do we do?
what do we do?
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
We Major...
Feeling better than some head on a sunday afternoon
Better than a chick that say yes to soon
Until you have a daughter, that's what I call karma
And you pray to god she don't grow breasts too soon.
So I'm Making Some Serious Progress With This Template.
However, there is a bug. And I'm not talking about that picture that I am using for my title background. In IE you can see a rectangle of background above the title. That should not be there. If I try to add a border to the actual "content" in Firefox, that same background shows up too. If I can fix that, I can go further with what I want to do with this web page. I really hope I can figure out what is wrong. If anyone has insight into this issue, please email or leave a comment in this entry. Other criticisms too.
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