Tuesday, August 30, 2005

I asked my sandwich wrapper...

...to name a really, really great band, and this is what it had to say.

Sunday night Shleeve went and bought a whole lot of horrible, disgusting tamarind candy. With it we went to Little Venice and had an endurance trial. To the victor goes the Darth Tater. Pictures on Flickr.

I bought reels and paper today. My wallet has a dollar in it.

MUSIC: the mountain goats: dance music

Friday, August 26, 2005

"somewhere through a thousand dreams...

...a dragonfly descends with just a whisper, 'i'm lonlier than god,'..."

Ladies and gentleman, college is a bust. Seventh floor room with one working fan. Shleeve and I went to Wal-mart, the only store in town, to get another, and they were sold out. Good planning, Walton family. Thanks a lot.

So photography will cost a fortune, and my old job, near as I can tell, doesn't exist. None of my other classes are worth mentioning for anything. My film class is dropped due to the incredible jack-ass-pretention (sp) of the professor.

I fucking dare you to look on IMDB under Jack Sholder and tell me if this guy has the right to assume that, since he's clearly in possession of all movie knowledge, no one else can possibly have any. Trying to bribe people to do the class work with an autographed copy of your magnum opus Nightmare on Elm Street II after insulting their intelligence nonstop for three hours and keeping them forty minutes late just doesn't fly, buddy.

So life's a bowl of cherries. and women still largely hate me.

send lawyers, guns and money.

MUSIC: mountain goats: something here will eventually have to explode

Monday, August 22, 2005

Thanks, Nate.

J.E.F.F.R.E.Y.: Journeying Electronic Facsimile Fabricated for Rational Exploration and Yelling

Jesse must be appeased!

Up close
Originally uploaded by Vocal Shrapnel.
with an update.

I went to work for my last dress-up night and forgot to charge the camera before hand... so I got about five pictures worth using rather than the twenty-odd I had intended.

This is Malcolm. He was my boss, and more importantly he is my homie. Following the link will take you to other homies of mine in the A-ville vicinity.

So the bad news is that I got my package return to sendered and I'm furious. So should you be, Mr. Malcovsky. I have some kind of postal service curse, but I'm UPSing it tomorrow. Also, classes start on Wednesday, which is bad news only in so far as I'm registered for a bunch of whack shit and have to move in between then and now.

The good news, however, is that I'm no longer a waiter, and in the impending days I'll be able to develop all my Europe pictures.

The next few days will be harrowing and obnoxious, but after that, I'll be back in the college swing of things, and that will be swell.

In a related story, all my czech compatriots should go to www.budvar.cz and download the screensaver. It's like drinking an ice cold budvar every time your screensaver is activated, except it's with your eyes and doesn't get you drunk or make you sing.

MUSIC: oh canada

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Past life?

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Genius Poet.

Where You Lived: Spain.

How You Died: Dysentery.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

"the delicate balance has shifted...

...Put on your gloves and your black pumps: let's pretend the fog has lifted. Now you see me, now you don't. Now you say you love me; pretty soon you won't. If we get our full three score and ten we won't pass this way again, so kiss me with your mouth. Turn the tire's toward the street and stay sweet."

Tonight the fog is zombie-movie thick and I am not dead. congested and overworked and underpaid and less than thrilled, yes, but alive.

The pressure on the sinuses doesn't help the general other pressures about. No one is being ignored save my computer. Andrew, it seems the pathetic package I sent has gotten lost in the mail. I'm rather used to that happening, but I have a better one about to ship, and there are copies of all the cds that were in the first contained therein.

Jesse, schedules permitting I'll see you soon, but schedules don't permit so much lately.

My brain wants out of my head.

"get me away I'm dying."

MUSIC: the mountain goats: Dilaudid

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

"I'm maladjusted and clever...

...the greatest Smiths fan ever."

It apparently helps me to post when I'm left alone and seem to have developed a hatred of television.

Everyone pirate casiotone for the painfully alone. If you can, buy the cds, but odds are you can't. if you want a sample, send me a mailing address.

So Saturday I orchestrated dress up day, and we all looked great at Little Venice. I made a lot. It was intended to impress a girl who doesn't like me. Chicks hate me, for future reference.

Tonight was MST3K and I'm the last man standing. Being 6'3 200lbs comes in handy arguably.

MUSIC: casiotone for the painfully alone: toby take a bow