Monday, April 22, 2002
Going to be gone for a while. Please leave a message at the tone. Thanks.

• Christine
• Kiehl
• Stain
• Matt
• Big L
• Cameron
• Zeldman
• Ms. Davis
• Caterina
• Maura Mae
• Claire

Sunday, April 21, 2002
Oh, yeah. Fugazi was great the other night. Ms. Davis is great. I saw the most bizarre commercial the other day: Jason X. I think it's about Jason Voorhees becoming a muslim or something.
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I want to go away.
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I am sick. My head is all screwed up. I am emotionally unstable. I am incapable of normal relationships.
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First 50. Then 58. She said she was always thinking of more. All I was thinking how I was undeserving.
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Click. BANG!
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Saturday, April 20, 2002
I do a lot of stupid things. But I'm trying not to.
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Sometimes I feel I am in over my head.
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I, Ms. Davis, am taking over the blog today for Mr. Cook. He had his cranky pants on last night, we saw Fugazi, and I got a hot new skirt. Now we are off to Target . . . WAHOO!
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Friday, April 19, 2002
So after yesterday, being an absolutely shitacular day and me unnecessarily keeping people up on the phone way past bedtime due to my own insecurities, I was informed this morning that it would take $900 to fix my car. NINE HUNDRED AMERICAN DOLLARS! Isn't life grand?
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Thursday, April 18, 2002
Fight For Your Digital Rights
Do you like MP3s? I like MP3s. No, I don't use services like Limewire, Kazaa or Morpheus. I was never that much of a Napster user when it was up and running. I rarely download MP3s from the Internet. What I do is rip MP3s of CDs I own and store them on my computer. It's convenient for me because I like the ability to open iTunes and then listen to music while I work, rather than fumble through my CD collection (modest at around 3 or 400, give or take). I also make mix CDs for myself and friends. The proposed Hollings Bill, also known as the proposed Consumer Broadband and Digital Television Promotion Act (CBDTPA), would basically make it a crime to rip the CDs you bought or burn MP3s to disc. Digital Consumer has a simple form you can fill out, and amend if you wish, that they will fax to the legislators to fight this bill. Also don't think this is just about MP3 or music. It's about anything stored or transfered digitally.(via Zeldman)

For more shannigans brought to you in part by the RIAA (and don't think the MPAA is any different), check out this and this. (via awholelottanothing)
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Wednesday, April 17, 2002
The Sweetest Thing wasn't. Not even close. Add in two stupid girls sitting in back of us that couldn't keep their goddamn feet off our seats and it was even better. Two suprise highlights though, were Parker Posey and Jason Bateman (Also a cast member in Poison Ivy. See post below.). Oh, and the Spider-Man trailer. Mmm... Spider-Man...

Of course, there was just driving around with nowhere to go, ending up at Walden Pond and more driving around with nowhere to go and dinner at Carlo's before the movie. That was the best actually. Really the best.
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Overshare.
I had the most bizarre dream in recent memory last night. It was me, this other guy and Fred Durst. Yes, Fred Durst. I did say it was bizarre, didn't I?

Though I can't remember all of the details of my dream, and I rarely remember dreams at all, I remember this other guy (referred to as TOG from now on) and myself hanging out with Fred Durst (referred to as Freddie from now on). Freddie was pretty true to life in the dream: red New York Yankees baseball hat on backwards, shell-toe Adidas, baggy shorts, bad tattoos, slightly overweight and a mind like a steel trap. So, Freddie, TOG and me are going all over the place, which appears to be New York City, and Freddie is throwing his money and his weight all over the place and is on the prowl for some action. TOG is like some mallrat kid on cloud nine because he's hanging out with me Freddie. I like to think I'm having a good time because the spectacle that is Fred Durst.

We're meeting all the right people and hitting all of the shops, the hip places and restaurants. "Kickin' it with his peeps (or people, I can't remember),"as Freddie put it. We did all the cheesy things that you associate with those summertime network movies that have all the teen stars from all the networks on them (who could forget Poison Ivy with Michael J. Fox and Nancy McKeon?), like riding around in a limo standing up in the sunroof hooting and hollering. I man, c'mon, we're hanging out with Freddie here... After catching dinner with ODB, Jason Newstead, Bill Gates and John Oates, Freddie says we should "kick it" back to his place before we continue with the rest of the night of "partying and bitches." Smart one, that Freddie is. TOG is P-S-Y-C-H-E-D we're going to Freddie's place.

Somehow we are transported to Freddie's place in Los Angeles. All I remeber about that is Freddie going off about Shakira and how real and down to earth she is compared to Christina Aguilera. Something about their hair is similar, but that the "English as a second language thing" gives Shakira the edge. I don't know what he meant by that. Anyway, Freddie's got this really fancy mansion that looks like a fraternity exploded inside. The place is actually kind of cool in it's own way I suppose. Freddie's got the place tricked out with dirty laundry everywhere, individual packets of condiments (ketchup, mustard and duck sauce) strewn about, Playstation2 games on a plasma screen tv, real arcade games that you don't have to put money into, an indoor skate ramp, go-karts and a framed, autographed picture of George Michael that reads:

To Freddie,

Thanks for the cover. I think it's fabulous. Absolutely precious.

I just want to say, "I Want Your Sex." Just kidding. (Sort of...)

With Much Love,
George

PS - Wait till you hear my version of "Nookie"! I'll send you a copy as soon as Dre finishes tweaking the beats.

Freddie excuses himself for a minute, stating he'll be right back. TOG has that kind of look of excitement about him like he is going to explode. Kind of like tennyboppers meeting 'NSync, the Backstreet Boys, or, heck, even Gerardo (I know you remember "Rico Suave"). TOG just can't help but go through Freddie's stuff, saying he wants a place just like this.

Then it happens. Freddie comes back and says "It's time for some pre-partying action." TOG quickly drops what he's doing and turns around and is surprisingly speechless, seeing as how he's been mumbling and babbling all night. I look to find a site that should have left me blinded for all eternity. There's Freddie in the doorway, leaning against his raised arm. He's wearing only a leopard print bikini like Steve-O in Jackass, his backwards baseball cap and his shell-toe Adidas. I am scarred for life, if not longer.

Freddie starts going on about how this night wasn't "for free and would cost us." Riiiight, I think to myself. Freddie approaches TOG, strokes his chest with his finger and tells him that he needs TOG's help in order to "get loose for tonight" and that "after I get loose, we can't hit the strip and get some chicks." TOG tells Freddie that anything he needs, he's his man. Freddie just smiles and whips out "Lil' Freddie" (his words not mine). TOG is suddenly less excited when he realizes that Freddie doesn't want him to be his man, but rather his bitch. "Go on! Let's get loose!," Freddie ordered. Reluctantly TOG goes down and Freddie, palming the back of his head, says "Don't worry. I'll hook you up later with Aggie," something about she owed him. Barely doing his job, TOG stops and runs out with tears in his eyes.

After yelling at TOG to comeback, Freddie looks to me and says, "Looks like it's up to you, man. Let's get loose!" Thinking, "Fuck that. The last person I would go down on is Fred Durst," I proceeded to kick Freddie in the balls and give him a wedgie when he is on the ground, pulling his leopard print above his bakwards baseball cap. Freddie mutters in pain, "First those Buddyhead kids and now you! Just you wait. Just you wait."

The End. How's that for an overshare?
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Tuesday, April 16, 2002
Hot.
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Rooftop zaniness with Ms. Davis this past Friday.
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Monday, April 15, 2002
Bagels. Black & Whites. Black Ink. Books. Buckroos Mercantile. ERC and some reading. A day well spent.
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I feel like I've had the crap beat out of me.
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Sunday, April 14, 2002
Three strikes and I'm out. Yet another late night walk home. New shoes. New blisters. Blah, blah, blah... Just past MIT, a car slows down. A man says, "Hey cutie! Hey, cutie, do you want a ride? Hey, baby, you want a ride?" I reluctantly turn around to find Natetrain and Neeraj. Feel like walking but I take the ride anyway. Natetrain asks what I'm doing. "Nothing. Just walking home." We leave it at that.
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Saturday, April 13, 2002
Bored. Doing taxes. Paying bills. No fun today.
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Friday, April 12, 2002
Took an impromptu trip to Connecticut to see Hot Rod Circuit and Saves The Day at Somers High School. The show was a benefit for this kid John who has a whole stack of medical bills after being in a serious accident. It was a great show. Meet some new people and got to see my friend Alex (who is now the drummer for Saves The Day. This was his first show with them. He did well.).

My three highlights of the evening were as follows.

1. While washing my hands in the bathroom, I saw a kid make his way to the urinal, stop, pause and shake his head and then walk into the stall next to him.
2. Hanging out with Mr. Poorman and Ms. Davis, we started to shoot a rubber band at each other. Mike took aim at Ms. Davis but missed her. He did however hit the state trooper standing behind Ms. Davis. Noticeably pissed, the red-faced state trooper grunted "Cut the shit!" Nice guy, he was...
3. At the end of Saves The Day's set, John, the kid who the benefit was for, tells bands and everybody thanks and turns to Chris Conley and said "Thanks for saving my day," and then they hugged. Misty eyes abound.

Thursday, April 11, 2002

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Wednesday, April 10, 2002
Oklahoma.
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Nothing like falling down the stairs at Park Street Station first thing in the morning.
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Tuesday, April 09, 2002
Mr. Eisenberg. The Doughty. Frisbee. Basement hallway. Nuff said.
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My God. Today is one of those beautiful, first days of spring where you go outside for lunch and never, ever want to come back.
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The last post almost sounds like a poem.
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Monday, April 08, 2002
Tired. Just tired. No laundry got done. No taxes got done. Blah. Tired.
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IPod: Music to Hackers' Ears. Interesting.
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Don't Hate The Playa...
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ryanck13: (pointing gun at head)
blahgirlx: heh
blahgirlx: don't be jealous
blahgirlx: you can be that cool, if you try hard enough
ryanck13: that's the thing. i don't want to try that hard.
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I'm not ready for answers.
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Sunday, April 07, 2002
Identity crisis. Feelings of inadequacy. General not-knowing-what's-going-on-ness.
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My God. It's already after 3:30. Sunday, where have you gone?
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Saturday, April 06, 2002
Action! Adventure! Haircuts! Hardcore!
Today, Ms. Davis got her haircut. Before the cut, she was moody and nervous. After the cut, she was happy and confident. Her new style is smart, sassy, fun and sexy. Hopefully we will have pics posted soon.

Somehow after that new hairdo, I ended up at a hardcore show. How did that happen you ask? Good question. No idea. It actually wasn't so bad. It was all ages, there were six bands, free ice cream, cake, bottled water, the comedic stylings of Dave Weinberg and it only cost five bucks. The Prowl and the Suicide File were both good and I feel fine admitting that. Stop and Think couldn't play a song to save their sorry asses, but we love them anyway. There wasn't a lot of bullshit. There was a lot of community. Everybody seemed to have fun. Otherwise, no one knows how to dance anymore and I remembered that hardcore kids are bascially jocks in disguise. Yes, I am a grouchy, old man.
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Friday, April 05, 2002
Thanks to help of Phil Ringnalda and John at ModWest Tech Support, the comments are working again.
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Okay, DNS kicked in today, but the comments are all out of whack. Nothing is ever easy.
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Wednesday, April 03, 2002
So I switched hosting companies today. Email is probably a little quirky, so if you emailed me try sending it again, please and thank yous. Also the count on the comments isn't working, but I'm hoping once the new DNS propagates then it will iron itself out. We'll see...

I was planning to see Dashboard Confessional and Ben Kweller and the Palladium on Thursday night with Ms. Davis and Ms. Austin, but I kind of blew it. On Tuesday, the show had yet to sell out. Thinking about how big the Palladium downstairs is and that if the show hadn't sold out by then, it probably won't, I didn't by tickets. Tonight as a precautionary measure, I thought I should by tickets only to find that the show sold out today. Crap. Ms. Davis and Ms. Austin currently hate my guts accordingly. Surprise, surprise...

I did score a bunch of tickets to see Fugazi at Mass Art. How excited am I to see Fugazi? This excited. Picture arms outstretched. I haven't seen Fugazi live in eleven years.

A lovely afternoon was spent with Ms. Davis. Chocolate Peanut Butter Zig Zag Soy Delicious, pidgeons walking like Egyptians, walks (both dry and rainy), and spontaneous naps made for a good day.
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Monday, April 01, 2002
I had something to say here. Honest. But as soon as I logged on, I forgot what I was going to say.

I am the April Fool.
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