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Saturday, June 30, 2001
Glad to see that smelly old Connie has started posting again.
Quote of the day-Jon Wayne (the band, not the man) "Yeah, I gotta jack off the dog just to feed the goddamn cat, yep."
So here's a funny story: I'm watching the new digital cable with my folks for a few minutes. My Dad (for some reason) flips the station over to Black Entertainment Television (BET). It's stand up comic time, and they are showing a collage of black comics telling...dirty pussy jokes. This is not my idea of entertainment that I want to watch with my parents. Most of these jokes were painfully bad, until one woman said (let me preface this story by saying that going "downtown" means performing oral sex on your partner, in ebonics): "Y'all expect women to smell and taste pretty when y'all go downtown, an' then your all mad when we don't.....AS IF Y'ALL DON'T NEED SOME DAMN BALL SCRUB!!!" At this point, all 3 of us broke out in hysterical laughter. After we finished laughing, I decided that it was still too uncomfortable to watch with my folks, and headed downstairs.
Monday, June 25, 2001
Didn't update the blog, like I usually do on Saturday, as Alicia (the cubemate) brought in Trivial Pursuit. I've never won a game of trivial pursuit until June 23. I won 2 of 3 games. Finally, I found someone with a smaller store of the kind of information that makes one a good TP player, than myself. Plus, one of my co-workers brought in fresh catfish, and a Frydaddy, and fed us all lunch. Saturdays are so fun, except for the fact that most of my team's days are numbered, and they are getting more and more resentful for it. Alicia actually overheard one guy say that he hopes we all get laid off, after he goes. I guess it's natural to wish everyone to get fucked over when it happens to you, but hey, I'm not the enemy.
Ahhhh.....the digital cable installation on Friday was a success! I just got done watching a hideous (with the exception of 1 match) WWF pay-per-view. If it weren't for the mighty Shane Mcmahon, and Kurt Angle, I'd be out of my mind furious for shelling out $30.00 for that piece of shit. I got it due to the rumour-mongering that certain websites were doing. I had heard a rumour that the mighty Rob Van Dam might show up as Spike Dudley's partner in a tag team championship match. Instead, I got....Kane. Ugh. Anyways, the former match I'd mentioned was one of the most brutal matches I've ever seen. It makes me almost ill to watch someone get dropped squarely on their head. Shane got that twice in this match. You wouldn't think the son of a multi-millionaire would put himself in harms way like that....but I'm sure thankful that he will. So, of course the cable installation couldn't go without some hitches. The cable guy accidentally put my parent's old remote controls in his toolbox, and took them with him. He also ran a big black cable line across my folk's living room, and cleared out their knicknack space in the entertainment center without asking. I was here for the installation, and considering the fact that such trivial shit doesn't bother me, I didn't make an issue out of it. Well, the folks come home, and are pissed as all fuck. I took their anger personally, and had a screaming match with them about it. I haven't done that in at least 4 or 5 years, and I felt like a total ass, afterwards. But parents have a way of pushing your buttons, despite your best judgement. When I heard my Mom say something so ludicrous as the "cable guy was casing our house", that was the last straw. I couldn't let such a moronic, asinine statement go without putting in my 2 cents. I had to go upstairs, and let her know that if someone's casing out your house, they don't go stealing remote controls. I let her know that I was certain he wasn't caressing the remote control, saying "God, this is so fucking sweet! I have got to have this!" Of course, in classic Dad fashion, I was informed that "they steal your old remotes, so that when they sell you cable, you can never get rid of it, because you don't have a remote for your TV and VCR any more." I almost shit myself, listening to this paranoia! Anyhow, we fought about more than just that issue. Here's the worst part. Poor Lorene is sitting in my bedroom the whole time, listening to this. She actually tried to sneak out our basement door and walk home, she was so uncomfortable. I eventually swallowed my pride, went upstairs, and apologized. It's just not worth it. This showed me that I still haven't mastered my anger and temper as much as I'd like to believe. Something to continue working on.
Thursday, June 21, 2001
The week just got a fuck of a lot better! I am finally getting cable TV! Digital cable, no less! I got home and the AT&T Broadband angel was sitting on my parent's couch, chatting with the parents. They are going to give my parents a bit of a deal, since they're gonna switch their phone service to AT&T, as well. I'm also gonna try out their ultra-speedy internet service, so I'll probuhlly be sending out a new e-mail address to y'all, fairly soon. Those of you who've always had cable can't possibly understand how excited I am about this!
Tuesday, June 19, 2001
Well, my favorite website, HSX.com is down. This may lead to me updating my blog more regularly. I would say that I was spending about 2-3 hours a day fiddling with it. If anyone ever decides to join HSX.com, please list me as your referring user. My user name is goatlipss. That would give me 100,000.00 in HSX money commission. Things are still a bit tense at work, and for some reason, it's busier. The business is a good sign, as far as I'm concerned. I've now become obsessed with collecting all of Steve Earle's recorded work, as I hope to see him at the new amphitheatre at Thanksgiving Point. Emmylou Harris played there last night, and it looked like a really nice place to see a concert. I love Emmylou's voice, and I wish I'd been there. Anyways, Steve Earle, although a little more traditional, really fits in with the alt-country sound. I've started to become obsessed with alt-country in general. I guess I'm showing my age a little (although you won't hear about me listening to Celine Dion, or AC crap like her, any time soon). I find that this style of music brings you a very reflective mood, albeit a tad depressing at times. Recent purchases include:
Whiskeytown- "Pneumonia"CD: brilliant defunct alt-country outfit. A little depressing. Beautiful songwriting. I'd give it a 7 out of 10. Ryan Adams- "Ryan Adams"CD: Former singer of Whiskeytown. This is mainly him and his guitar. More depressing than Whiskeytown, however. Sings a duet with Emmylou Harris. 6.5 out of 10. Old 97's- "Satellite Rides": Seem to have abandoned most of their country leanings a la Wilco's last album. It's more upbeat, polished, and poppy than their past stuff. Bonus live disc comes with it. 7 out of 10. I wasn't too broke up about the 76er's losing. I fully expected it. It sucks that the NBA finals never have teams that I really like, so I always end up rooting for someone to lose, rather than someone to win. At least I have the Raidas w/Jerry Rice to root for. Never thought I'd find myself rooting for Jerry Rice. Let's hope he can contribute in a big way this year.
Well, my favorite website, HSX.com is down. This may lead to me updating my blog more regularly. I would say that I was spending about 2-3 hours a day fiddling with it. If anyone ever decides to join HSX.com, please list me as your referring user. My user name is goatlipss. That would give me 100,000.00 in HSX money commission. Things are still a bit tense at work, and for some reason, it's busier. The business is a good sign, as far as I'm concerned. I've now become obsessed with collecting all of Steve Earle's recorded work, as I hope to see him at the new amphitheatre at Thanksgiving Point. Emmylou Harris played there last night, and it looked like a really nice place to see a concert. I love Emmylou's voice, and I wish I'd been there. Anyways, Steve Earle, although a little more traditional, really fits in with the alt-country sound. I've started to become obsessed with alt-country in general. I guess I'm showing my age a little (although you won't hear about me listening to Celine Dion, or AC crap like her, any time soon). I find that this style of music brings you a very reflective mood, albeit a tad depressing at times. Recent purchases include:
Whiskeytown- "Pneumonia"CD: brilliant defunct alt-country outfit. A little depressing. Beautiful songwriting. I'd give it a 7 out of 10. Ryan Adams- "Ryan Adams"CD: Former singer of Whiskeytown. This is mainly him and his guitar. More depressing than Whiskeytown, however. Sings a duet with Emmylou Harris. 6.5 out of 10. Old 97's- "Satellite Rides": Seem to have abandoned most of their country leanings a la Wilco's last album. It's more upbeat, polished, and poppy than their past stuff. Bonus live disc comes with it. 7 out of 10. I wasn't too broke up about the 76er's losing. I fully expected it. It sucks that the NBA finals never have teams that I really like, so I always end up rooting for someone to lose, rather than someone to win. At least I have the Raidas w/Jerry Rice to root for. Never thought I'd find myself rooting for Jerry Rice. Let's hope he can contribute in a big way this year.
Saturday, June 16, 2001
Ahhh....sweet Saturdays. The day of the week that I get paid to sit around and usually take somewhere in the range of 20 calls. This Saturday, given the layoff situation, I am not enjoying it as much as usual. I am now wishing that I was busy all the time. Heavy business means job security. It's really hard, because I'm on the same team as the majority of the people who will be laid off the second week of August. They all seem to have dealt with their impending fate better than I have. On a good note, I am back to cubing with my friend Alicia. She's not getting laid off (yet) either, so it's a little more comfortable to be around her than most of the other people on my team. She's not here today, however. One guy came in today, having no idea about the layoffs. As he pulled in to the parking lot, one of the other laid off people said something to him, not knowing that he didn't know yet. What a way to find out. He's in the cube next to me, cussing and pissed as hell. As well he should be.
Wednesday, June 13, 2001
So another round of layoffs was announced yesterday at work. I was not affected, but if they have one more round, there's no way that I can see to avoid it. It's making me very nervous.
Happy to hear that Scott is coming back to blogging. I will look forward to his posts, and perhaps it will inspire me to post more frequently, as often times, my postings are in reaction to his. I've also posted less frequently, due to my obsession with HSX.com. I am trying to get in the top 100 phony money earners in music portfolios. I am currently ranked 1225 out of over 600,000 participants. I couldn't play much today, as their website was moving extremely slow. Oh well.
Thursday, June 07, 2001
Interesting posting here about Scott ending his blogging days. This gal refers to one of Scott's comments as "condescending". Scott is sometimes condescending, yet somehow, I've learned to appreciate it in Scott, like I rarely have in anyone else. I think it's a matter of letting what he says roll off your back, and understand that he doesn't necessarily say the things he says out of spite. He is often saying them in hopes that he can agitate you, and somehow make you think about things you say and do. Unfortunately, most of us just react to his jabs, so this rarely works. I've learned not to react so much, but to ponder why he says it, or to ask him.
I know that it won't last, but I'm going to savor the Laker's loss to the 76er's last night. It's not that I like (or really give a fuck) about the 76er's; it's just so beautiful to watch arrogant fucks like Shaq, Kobe Bryant, and Phil Jackson walk out of the arena after a loss. I will admit that despite his arrogance, Kobe is alright. It is nice to see an educated, eloquent young man who can tear it up on the court. He's multilingual, uses big words in post-game interviews (and he uses them in the proper context, which is very different from many athletes who try to use big words at inappropriate times, just for the sake of using big words), and likes to spend time at home reading books (for some reason, reading has a positive effect on his mind; I can't explain this oddity). I will also admit that Allen Iverson is (in my opinion) a homophobic prick, who I hate to listen to in post-game interviews. There's just something so pleasurable about watching the Lakers lose. Maybe it's that I resent my own lack of confidence so much, that when I see people ridiculously confident (to the point where I consider them cocky), I enjoy seeing their self-confidence decline, with a big defeat. I am a petty little man, sometimes.
Tuesday, June 05, 2001
At the risk of my IQ lowering due to the amount of internet and television time it would cut in to....I bought a new book. The new George Carlin book "Napalm and Silly Putty" is crammed with George's insightful, and hilarious observations. Granted, he recycles some jokes from his routines, but I can live with that. I've only read about 5 pages, and I have found myself very amused.
Fave Carlin joke: "You ever notice that most of the women who are against abortion, are women that you wouldn't want to fuck in the first place?" (I don't know if this is in the new book or not; but I vividly remember it from his HBO special a long time ago) I will address Carlin's annoyance on the "cult of the child" that Americans are so involved in at a later date. It's late, and I must rest.
Saturday, June 02, 2001
I got a couple CD's in the mail today. Black Flag's "Damaged" CD was very disappointing. Man, those guys were terrible at the beginning of their career. To be avoided at all costs, despite the fact that "TV Party" is on that CD. On the flipside, however, the new Templars CD "Horns of Hattin" clobbers all in it's path! Skinhead rock 'n roll at it's finest! These guys bring a hint of originality to the genre, with a little accoustic guitar, and some jangly guitars that are not usually characteristic of Oi! music. I would say right now, that the Templars are second only to the Dropkick Murphys for American Oi! bands. It's very heartening to see a band that good breaking down the stereotype of the racist skinhead in Oi! music. 2/3 of this band is black. Black guys are popping up in Oi! bands all over the place. Pressure Point and Oxblood have black members, as well. Racists are definitely the exception in the skinhead scene now, not the rule. Now, we need to work on the homophobia that is stinking up some Oi! band's lyrics!
Well, I'm embarassed to say, I was wrong about the WNBA...after seeing a game in person, I now realize that the WNBA does not suck! It reeks like the hippo habitat!!!! I would really like to see the women succeed at this, but they just don't seem to try that hard. I mean really; if you're a 7 foot tall freak, and in good health, you ought to be able to dunk a fucking basketball!!! Maybe some of the women on the top teams do, but the Starzz 7 footer, Margot something or other, seems to be the female equivalent of Greg Ostertag with a slightly better touch and the inability to dunk. Just there clogging up space, moving slow, and collecting a paycheck (granted, Margot should surely be paid more than Greg Ostertag, but that's another story). By the way, Starzz lose. However, I think I know what the WNBA needs. They need some bad girls to make it interesting. Think about it. I love to watch guys like Dennis Rodman, Rasheed Wallace, Vernon Maxwell, and Marcus Camby. Those guys keep the sport truly entertaining. We need women out there bitching about every call, shouting obscenities at each other, and taunting the other team when they're ahead. The occasional fight wouldn't hurt, either. I don't condone poor sportsmanship at the amateur level. But pros ought to be able to take it for entertainment's sake.
My aunt asked me to the season opener of the Utah Starzz game today. Ugh! How is that league still around? Do people actually pay to see that? I've watched a game on TV to give it a chance, and it is the most boring crap I could imagine. I didn't see one dunk in the game that I watched, despite seeing some of the WNBA's "stars" on talk shows, bragging about how they can dunk the ball. I'm gonna go, simply because my aunt asked me to, and to give it a chance. Sometimes things are better in person than on TV. Hockey, for instance, is difficult for me to watch on TV. That's probably because it's hard to keep track of the puck, since it's so small. But in person, it fucking rules! Somehow I doubt that a WNBA game is going to rule in person, but...we'll see.
Bought both of Static-X CD's. These are the first CD's I've bought in a long time that are so good that I listen to them non-stop. I find myself not wanting to hear anything else. They blend the best elements of Ministry, Prong, Frontline Assembly, Killing Joke, and Helmet. They have quasi-industrial beats, with huge, incredibly catchy riffs, keyboards used sparingly and at appropriate times, a damn good shouter, and no guitar solos. I love a band that finds a good guitar riff and just pounds it in to the ground. I highly recommend their CD's to anyone looking for a good aggro fix. Start with "Wisconsin Death Trip".
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