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(no subject) [Jul. 11th, 2005|11:55 am]
Imagine a Supreme Court made up entirely of television judges. Judge Judy, Judge Joe Brown, Judge Mills Lane, maybe Ed Koch from The People's Court...I'd back that lineup any day.
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Immortal Technique, he's a'ight. [Jul. 11th, 2005|09:26 am]
[music |mf doom]

I wanted to go on the record and express my extreme dislike for rapper Immortal Technique. It seems that he's been popping up a lot in the media as the next big thing for politically-concious white boys across the country. And while it's painfully pretentious of me to say, "I hate it when white kids feel they can only justify their liking of rap music if it involves bad things to say about the Bush Administration," I really hate it when white boys feel they can only justify their liking of rap music if it involves bad things to say about the Bush Administration. Or capitalism. Or the economic/racial bias still present in the subconcious of American society. I know I'm a completely arrogant bastard for insinuating that I listen to the real rap music, that because I'm not afraid to listen to and fully appreciate the lyrical genius of Nas, Biggie, and Big Pun, I'm somehow "blacker" and therefore above the middle class white masses. I also realize that just as their is a demographic of kids into self-whiteous, socially-conscious rap music, there's a demographic of people like me who blast Mobb Deep out of their stereos and claim to have a better understanding as to how shit really goes down. I mean, ultimately, we're all white cocksuckers, but I'd much rather be a white cocksucker in denial of his inherent whiteness than a white cocksucker who mistakes Immortal Technique for a credible artist. The man isn't even that good in terms of rap ability. Sure, he knows how to make clever similies, but he's got no real flow. I have Revolutionary Vol. 2, and with the exception of the song Peruvian Cocaine (which is only good because of that flute sample), most of it is poorly produced with clunkily flowing, blindly leftist lyrics. He's probably the most overrated thing since Jedi Mind Tricks, or the moronic ramblings of that arrogant douchebag Sage Francis.

So yeah, I don't like the guy. I'd pick C-Rayz Walz or MF Doom any day over Immortal Technique. In my opinion, there's nothing worse in the rap scene then angry men with big vocabularies.
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(no subject) [Jan. 26th, 2005|11:32 pm]
[music |dmb, you sluts]

Look, all you haters can spit whatever shit you want, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with Dave Matthews Band.
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the mourning of a national hero [Jan. 24th, 2005|01:22 am]

R.I.P. Handruwthenigma

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(no subject) [Jan. 17th, 2005|07:26 pm]

The Great LiveJournal
Outage of 2005

I didn't even know it happened because I was playing so much World of Warcraft.

What did you do?

Brought to you by geek-foo

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too much shit to rent [Jan. 5th, 2005|02:45 pm]
[mood |stuck]
[music |ELO]

I seriously need to start building a movie collection, or at least start watching more films. There is so much amazing stuff out there that I have yet to see, that I should see. Trying to decide which three movies I should rent on the video store's "Wacky Wednesday" has never been tougher.
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first memories [Jan. 4th, 2005|04:39 pm]
[mood |something]
[music |dead kennedys]

I think I'm going to start writing about the first memories/impressions I've had of the people in my life, and insert them into my livejournal entries. So here's the first one:

My first memory of Jesse Lehrer was on Purchase livejournal community over the summer. But he wasn’t Jesse back then. To me he was just that angry guy with all the Dr. Zoidberg icons. The first livejournal I ever read of his said this:

thought of the day: i hope you all realize how much america is a fucking joke. we get our news from places that would rather focus only on babies getting raped so that we can become fearful morons who listen to whatever they say so our babies don't get raped rather than have news that reports everything of importance. we don't hear shit about wars, famine, disease, politics, nothin. sometimes it sneaks in but the good old mind controlling pieces of shit in the news business always go back to "could breathing air KILL YOU??? find out at 11" i fucking hate this country, i really do, there is nothing about this country that i am currently proud of that the general public or government approves of. video games? republicans think they brainwash people. indie movies? those are for fags. feminism? haha yea right. the belief that it is mostly not poor people's fault for being poor? HA. good god this country suck. may we get pwned so bad that people start to wake up. and if they don't may everyone in this country die real good. i ain't gonna do it but i hope somebody out there blows the shiiiiiiiite out of us if we keep fuckin around. there is no reason bush hasn't been ousted by a revolution. while everyone sits around and talks about how bad he is he still gets to murder children every day. ok i'm done. board games rule!

Then somehow I wound up eating lunch with him at Terra Ve sometime in October.

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so fast [Jan. 3rd, 2005|02:35 am]
[mood |zombie]
[music |ugly casanova]

The remake of Dawn of the Dead was great. It was nuts, it was bolts, it was gasoline and lit matches to my mind. I was very entertained by the whole thing, and it brought me back to my middle school days when I would sit around a cluttered basement with Jimmy Kotiadis and Ben Friedman playing Resident Evil until we became too cranky and wall-eyed to stand to be around each other another second. Watching this movie has taught me one thing. If there was ever a zombie Apocalypse, I'd be dead so fast.
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(no subject) [Jan. 1st, 2005|05:18 am]
[mood |sigh.]

I can complain all I want, but I bring this reputation I hate so much upon myself. Home is home for a reason. It's different here. It's not bad, but it's different, and trying to bring the nature and overall pace of Purchase back to this place will probably just result in me isolating people from my life, and understandably so.

Tonight was weird. And it wasn't weird in a good, calm way. It was weird in a bad way, a "something isn't right" way. I don't know.
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seasonal depression [Dec. 29th, 2004|11:13 pm]
[mood |bleak]
[music |the magnetic fields]

It feels like I'm having winter break in purgatory. There's nothing bad about being back home. The last few weeks here have been completely free of stress and drama, which is a welcome change from last winter's miserable angst binge. The people here are good, I'm having fun...everything's okay. But that's just it, everything's "okay." Life is alright, but it's certainly not exceptional. With the exception of watching Return of The King on Christmas, things have been somewhat of a bust, starting out decent and staying decent, or quickly dissolving into nothingness. I take pictures to remember these nights but there's nothing especially memorable about any of them. If this town were a drawing, then it feels as if the ink has been smeared, leaving an unsightly black smudge in the middle of the page. I don't know if I'm the only one who feels this way, but home just feels so mediocre these days. It doesn't live up to expectations high or low, instead choosing to lull about in the middle, making life feel indistinct and forgetable. I'm not sad, but I'm not happy. Occasionally the scale will tilt a bit more to one side, and I'll feel a little better or worse, but even when this happens, it's not an especially significant change. I'm waist-deep in the bogs of mediocrity and need an escape plan. The feeling of numbness that has encompassed my life since I've come back home needs to be dealt with. I can't continue to go around plagued with this sense of deadness, with a feeling that my life has been injected with several shots of novocaine to the point it doesn't even feel like "life" anymore. That's why I'm looking forward to hanging out with Jocelyn tomorrow, because I need to get out of this place and revitalize my system, to let myself know that I still breathe. I need a stimulating conversation, a good laugh, something, anything to make me FEEL again. Because as of now, I'm little more than a conscious corpse. And sweet Christ it's scaring me half to death.
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