Current
Affairs
012103 by Prozack
OMG, no updates for a while?!?…tough. I’ll try doing it more, even if it is just crapitty crap.
College: It has begun again. I have an early morning modern art course. So far, this teacher has selected me to be the person in charge of the projector which consists of me sitting in the back of class clicking the button that moves the slides. That’s fine I guess, he said something about me earning extra points for doing and extra points do not hurt. I do not know why he picked me, I didn’t volunteer, he just pointed at me and said you. He also picked another guy so in case I was absent, he would be in charge. This other guy, Adam, reminds me much of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac…but less homicidal. Anyway, the teacher is old, but good, and has said “erect penis” twice so far. When I go to the rest of the classes, I’ll let you know how they are, too.
Transportation: I drive a car and it is in one piece. That is all I need. I cleaned my car for the first time since I owned it. I went to a do-it-yourself carwash with the industrial spray guns. After putting in a handful of quarters I washed all the dirt and white crap off my car to reveal my real car, which looks plain busted. Imagine you dropped a piece of poop (yes, I said poop) on the ground, and then washed the dirt off of it. That’s what it was like. But now my poop shines bright! I also noticed that I was being monitored by a video camera the entire time, so I put the gun between my legs and acted like a was shooting gallons of jism from my “erect penis.”Music: Rainer Maria’s new album came out today, but I have had it for a few days now simply because I ordered it from the company directly. This group is at the top of my list. I don’t care much for labels, so if these guys are emo or rock or indie to you it doesn’t matter to me, I enjoy the music they make. Do yourself and favor and give them a try. Have I ever mentioned how much I enjoy punk? And no, kiddies, I am not talking about NFG or Blink. If you think they are punk, then please do everyone a favor and shoot yourself. I’m talking about when punk was actually around, when I wasn’t. My Operation Ivy record has been on full rotation. Give ‘Em the Boot III has also been enjoyable. Try them, I am not telling you to like it.
Johnson: approx. 12:23p.m.
Johnson: hello??
Me: hey, let’s go get some food.
Johnson: mmmgrrgrgmmg…
Me: are you just waking up?
Johnson: um, yeah.
Me: you’re pathetic.
Johnson: I know.
Me: well, we’re going to pizza hut, come if you want.
He showed up thirty minutes later and stole a soda. All he does is game until four in the morning and eat.Gaming: SNES is my favorite system. I’ve been playing Zelda again. I have also ordered the new Zelda, Wind Waker, for Gamecube, and through some kind of special deal, by ordering it early, I will also receive a copy of Ocarina and the follow-up to Ocarina released only in Japan for GC. That’s a lot of Link for my buck.
Ugly Joe: XIMWIX . If you stand on your head, it still says XIMWIX.
Updates: heh, maybe…
noot noot.
011603
I've been attempting a redesign for what seems now like a month. Prozack decided to take up the task, which I am thankful for. My lack of design prowess was beginning to get the best of me, and I was worried that I'd just end up throwing up any old idea just for the sake of having a new look. The new skin should be up in not too long. It's really a matter of me conjuring up a few molecules of effort.
Some things:
In Flames - I happened to see the video for their song "Cloud Connected" and for some reason or another it seemed to appeal to me. A strange thing, since they are a metal band, the type with screaming, which i haven't been attracted to in almost a year. Anyway, some of their songs sounds as though they would be right at home on a Megaman sound track, and someone plays a synthesizer in some songs, which is a definate plus. I'll proably be sick of them by the end of the week, but for now they're on my "good" list.
Atlas Shrugged - A good book with a good and challenging philosophy behind it. I haven't finished it yet and it's already in my top favorite list. Recommended reading for any living human.
Louis Black - A funny motherfucker.
Zwan - Their first music video premiered on MTV2 a couple days ago, but I had seen it a few days before that (hooray for the internet). The first time I saw it I couldn't stop thinking about how bad it was. I seemed to have forgotten, however, that I was watching at 56k streaming quality. Seeing it on my television reminded my of this and made me change my assessment to "not that great". Thinking of it now I figure that it is, at least, better a some other videos out now. That's nothing to be proud of, but it's something. My current opinion on the video? It's nothing special. Paz is lovely though.
Guitar - I've had one for about three years, and one day not too long ago I sat and played for a bit and realized that I really sucked. I made kind of a new years resolution to train myself be better, which includes learning to read notes, learning to solo, and maybe trying to find out about musical theory a bit. The musical theory part sounds themost intimidating, even though I don't know exactly what it is. It's just the word "theory", which makes me think me of Physics or something. I was never good with numbers.
That's all for now. Goodnight/day/evening/bye.
God's
Dandruff
010503 by Prozack
It’s 6:37EST and it’s snowing at my house. It caught me off guard. I’ve been asking people “were we expecting it?” and they tell me “yes.” I do enjoy the snow. Back during the school days, it was wonderful to hope that I wouldn’t be going the next day. I would actually think about going to the school’s parking lot and spreading water all over the front doors so the locks would freeze, thus, no school. But that would require effort. Forget it. When the ground is covered with snow it, to me, makes the world seem new. Like everyone gets a new chance to walk across any path they choose. A fresh canvas to paint. A clean, deep breath to take in. One of the last few beauties this world has to offer. Enjoy.
2003 sucks
010103 by Prozack
I wish this site would update itself…
It’s a new year, but nothing feels different. We don’t have flying cars yet, so that’s a drag. I honestly did not make any New Year’s resolutions. It didn’t cross my mind. Maybe I’ll update the site more. Heh heh… I’m surprised how much good television is played on the thirty-first. I do not watch much TV (because it is all mostly CRAP) but last night at a wonderful get together, thanks to CCS, we all watched some television. Sci-fi was playing a Twilight Zone marathon, while Cartoon Network showed a shitload of Adult Swim cartoons. It was good programming all around. Party participants included (in no particular order): Shmike, Ugly Joe, Johnson, CCS and his girl Angelique, and myself. Here is a picture of the action >
Much fun, it was. Make two thousand and three the best you can.
Eggiwegs!
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I went to the double feature which Prozack wrote about in his last post. Good shit, I must say. I was especially happy to see A Clockwork Orange on the bigscreen, since I had only seen it once before on the dinky little ten year old television in my room. And I had to watch it in my room, since my parent's bedroom is right next to the living room, and I don't need them suddenly strolling out for some evening bisuits out only to see a bunch of droogs doing a bit of the ol' In-Out-In-Out with some poor lady. The Shining was awesome too, but I must say I couldn't help the urge to laugh at certain parts. Alot of things in that movie have become cliches, and instead of producing the intended emotion of terror I found myself fighting back some giggles.
Either way, the night reminded me what a great director Kubrick was. The pacing and dialogue in some of the scenes can seem so slow yet still entirely necessary. It's like he's urging you to take it all in. No wonder the guy was a control freak.Then there's A.I., which was directed by Spielberg but still has a Kubrick feel to it. Commercials for it may have made it out to be some sort of sweet and flowery melodrama (which, at times, it was), but there are several scenes that are quite unsettling. Good job, Steve.
If any of you live in Vineland (which is actually probably all of you) please do check out Demarco Theatres, particularly their double features. I think they're going to have one every month from now on, always with good movies, and it's cheap as hell. I mean, they showed an old preview for SUPERMAN! C'mon.
Anyway, I'm going to go fill myself up with insane amounts of chocolate and candy. My Grandfather gets them from the kids on his bus every christmas, so I have to deal with the excess. If any of you want some, I've got a slingshot and three bags of assorted candies. Just beep as your driving by with your window open and I'll try to aim away from the face, neck and groin. Merry You-Know-What, everyone.
A Bahumbug
of sorts
121902 by Prozack
I’m done school. Hooray. ...
My predictions about working have come true. Within four days alone, I am working an entire full-time job week. And then I am working another week . I don’t want sympathy. I just want to let you know where I’ll be the next few days (more like month). I think I’ll be alright, as long as the customers don’t kill me. Ah yes, lovely customers. Blood thirsty, don’t-give-a-shit, lovely, customers. Oh how they take my life from me.
I just hope they all remember why they have a day off from work. The reason they are buying presents for their kids, or family/friends, or even themselves. The reason: the birthday of Jesus Christ. That is why the day is celebrated. I know not everyone celebrates it, but the day is treated like we should. So I suppose I should begin this idea of thought again. Not just Christmas, but any holiday should be remembered for the real reason, and not just as another conglomerate, money-making event. I think too many people lost sight of what the holidays they celebrate are about. Eric Cartman put it best, "Jesus Christ was born, so now I get some presents." Yeah, that’s basically it. I think too many kids are learning simply that and then who cares, where is the toy I wanted? I remember every damn time around this year how a mother on the PTA came into the class and taught us about Chanukah. So, they get eight days of presents instead of one, full-blown day? Hooray...Yeah, the spirit is there but the true meaning is gone. Yes, the spirit is something different from accepting the meaning of the reason we celebrate these holidays. I know agnostics and atheists who get into the spirit. The spirit is basically good, love-your-fellow-man type feelings. I’m glad these holidays bring that much. Yet, I do remember women beating one another for tickle-me Elmo dolls...
I’m basically saying holidays have lost some meaning over the years. Between parent’s apathy and business advertisement, I guess I understand the current state of affairs. It doesn’t mean I’m going to just go along with it. I know the origin of the holidays. Can’t say I’m going to keep the information to myself when asked about it or when a situation arises where someone could be informed. But I will argue with anyone that Christmas is not the best holiday. What is?, you ask. Simple: St.Patrick’s Day.
I am still trying to squeeze in a social life. Friday night there’s a double feature playing in town at the "seedy, shady movie theatre." Not the big establishment that charges over-price all the time. You know, the one where all the freaks who are proud to be called freaks go to. And the emo kids. And the people who just feel like going to see the movies. (Maybe I’ll post about my feelings of being different from regular norms, but that’s another day/night) It’s a tight crowd, but very socially accepting. Anyway, The Shining and A Clockwork Orange. A "Kubrick night" if you would. Interested, email me. Otherwise, have an evening you would like to have. Hooray...
Ha ha....oh,
wait
121802 by Prozack
FREE!! I’M FUCKIN’ FREEE!
HA! No more classes, finals are over. I’m free to go to work...and work. But I still have days off, which I usually get called to go into work. So, that’s leaves me with Christmas day. Gifts to everyone, visiting all family, making good on all accounts, hectic, busy, blah blah... okay then, I’m ready to go back to class.
*Sigh, it’s really not that bad.
Puplic
Volunteering of Information
121102 by Prozack
Some chick in my mathematics class felt that I needed to know the reason she was absent all last week. She had a kidney stone. She goes on to say how it was the worst pain in her life. She goes on to say that again and again and again, but in different ways. I blocked her out after she said "hurt to pee". Why the hell does she think I want to know that? I didn’t ask her if she was having problems with her urinary track. The worst part is she said everything in three sentences, but then repeated it with different adjectives and details. What did I do? Just smile and give her a few "why-are-you-telling-me-this" nods. When she stopped to take a breath, I turned and looked the other way, hoping she would stop. Thankfully, she did.
Not everyone wants to know the tribulations of your life. Yeah, it can be nice to find common ground with strangers, but not about personal matters like that. Cell phones piss me off in such a way. They were originally designed for emergencies only. But now, people just babble on them about anything. I don’t want to know if you have crabs. I don’t care when chico is getting home so you can go clubbing with him. I don’t care how long you were in the emergency room because you managed to lodge a grapefruit up your ass. Talk quietly, or save these conversations for when your someplace private. I have to say, I do love shouting at the fuckheads who bring phones into the theatres with them, but please, put them on vibrate and save the call until after the film. Honestly, are you that weak that you need to be at everyone’s disposal all the time?
Well, I’m in the final week of classes and I feel ready for a break. This just means more work at work. I can handle that as long as the customers can keep there heads on straight. I am looking forward to seeing the people who left come back. I am also looking forward to the possibility of more snow. I am also looking forward to sleeping in. And I am so very looking forward to free time. I almost forget what it’s like. But I will let you all know when I remember.
Complaino
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I wake up today and turn my head to the right. Pain. Turn my head to the left. Pain. Look up, look down. PAIN. My whole neck feels completely stiff and cramped. Even keeping it perfectly still is a bother. Everything above my shoulders and below my chin had become an inconvenience. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck.
I think I'd rather be kicked in the groin than feel what I'm feeling at the moment. The pain would certainly be greater but at least it would pass. This neck thing has been going on at a semi-tolerable level for the past week, and yesterday is got even worse. Yes I've got a doctors appointment, but it feels so far away. There's still a whole night to get through.
It's hard not being able to move your head without feeling as if your neck muscle is about to tear apart. Take my word for it.
There.
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Okay. The music section is up and everything should be working. If it's not then for the love of god tell me. The "what?" page has been updated too. Enjoy, ye cunts.
Talk about
evil twins and the like
120302 by Prozack
Have you ever seen a person and could swear to yourself that it was someone you knew, knowing that he or she is not who you think they are? And I’m not just talking about coming from behind someone, I’m talking head-on, face to face recognition. Maybe approaching him or her from far away, and not until you get close enough do you realize they are not the person you mistook them for. Well, here is the thought I propose to you: you have either encountered their twin, or the bizarre version of themselves. Now the chromosomes, carriers of hereditary characters, around today are linked with ones millions of years ago, when there were only a few people alive. I know that we all have our own DNA, and we are all unique in that perspective, yet, could it be possible for only one or two chromosomes to be different from another person’s? With all the people alive now and all the people that have lived there is a chance that chromosomes have come across similar circumstances. So, the idea of an evil twin emerges . All twins might not be the evil twin, because the friend you know might very well be the evil one. Of course, even if you know someone who is evil, their twin might be even more evil.
Now, let’s move onto talk about the bizarre version or “bizarro” twin. The evil twin will more likely look close to how the person you know looks. The bizarro twin will be different in one of four ways:
1. They will look like a retarded version of your friend (yes, again, your friend might look retarded).
2. They will dress in a different subculture than your friend.
3. They will be of a different race.
4. This being the most rare, they will be of the opposite sex, or a sex indistinguishable.
Let me bring up one final point, there is a chance not everyone has any type of twin, but then to counter argue, there is a chance everyone has both types of twins. The only way to know is to view everyone alive, and that might be difficult. I am astonished with how many twins of my friends I have seen. I try to tell them about it after it happens, but my memory is shit. This is a real fun thing to see happen. Don’t try and make someone a twin, you will have no problem convincing yourself the minute you see an actual twin. The most common is the evil twin, I have seen a good amount of them. I have seen a black version of one of my caucasian friends. I have seen many normal versions of my friends, mostly because all my friends are retards. I have seen emo friends become ghetto thugs of themselves, and I have seen a brunette heterosexual become a blonde, butch lesbian. Only once did I see a male friend of mine as a female, but I was passing them in highway traffic and it could have just been an evil twin with a mullet. Now that’s evil! I have yet to see a different version of me. If I come across me in any other form, I think I would like to meet them. However, if I come across the form of a more handsome, suave, and intelligent me, I will kick their ass.
If you have any stories about any twins you’ve encountered, let me hear them. prozack4@hotmail.com
From the webmaster (master of webs): In case you didn't notice, the above post is not by me, or my evil/suave twin, but by a guy named Prozack. I suppose he'll be a regular feature on this site, or at least quasi-regular.
The pretty bunnies you see at the top are not by me but by a guy named Dan. It was his entry into my yearbook and contains a super special secret crituque of my highschool. See if you can catch it! He actually asked me to erase that part but i haven't had the chance to.
The link you see up there that reads "music" goes nowhere, so don't try it. i was going to finish it up before i uploaded this but it seems I have other urgent things to attend to. Prozack also wrote a bio of sorts, which will also be upped later.
That is all. Thank you.
Ha ha
charade you are
112702
Support Buy Nothing Day!!
...Or don't!!
It really makes no difference. Either way, have a great Thanksgiving.
Break
my body, hold my bones
112602
At last I got insurance and tags for my vehicle, thus meaning that I can legally drive it, thus meaning that I can go places like Over There, Japan, and $Texas. Hoorah.
I've also been meaning to tell you about a strange and fantastic webcomic called "Boy on a Stick and Slither", located at boasas.com. The inanity of it will simply cause your head to rupture, but it will be worth the bloody curtains and ceiling. I suggest you start here. Not that there's an actual plot to follow, but I think it's best to begin at the beginning.
And for the more punk inclined, I found Nothing Nice. Start where ever the hell you want on that one, see if I care!!!
Hold on, I have to go to work..
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Don't mistake this for a redesign. Well, I suppose you could call it that, but it really just came about when I messed up the placement of that black thing on the side and was too lazy to fix it. All the other pages are still the same, and will probably remain so.
Reflection
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Pumpkin pie is the finest member of the pie family.
Bed for
Scraping
102802 / 102902
I keep trying to type something at least half-way meaningful, but I always read it back and it sounds like garbage. I've written about four little entries thus far, and erased each one shortly after completion. I don't really know what to say. There are alot of things wrong with the goverment and the media and marketing and all that, but anyone with a decent intelligence knows how to filter that shit. No use in complaining about it.
Then again I spend most my time in a small cell with books and music and a television. I have very little right to comment on a world I've only been watching from a distance. Right now I'm looking forward to going to sleep. I like waking up in the morning and laying in bed for another hour, covered with two sheets. during these time I often think about how much I'm looking forward to going to sleep at the end of the day. My days of doing this are numbered, so I'm soaking it up.
See it'll be different once I get a car. Once I get a car I can drive places. Like Japan. Like France. Like.... Texas. Okay, okay. It won't be any different at all.
Is it illegal to live in one's own car? I'm going to find out one day...
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I hate getting bloodwork done. I'm always scared that the second they take the needle out blood is going to come gushing out of the newly made hole and spray everywhere. I like my blood where it is, thank you very fucking much.
Anyway, I fell asleep whilst laying apathetically on my floor last night, which is why this post counts for two days. Not that i have much more to say today.
Modern
Reporting
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This certainly is a load off my mind. God bless experts.
Oh, and I got my liscence. Woohoo...? I was pretty surprised at how ridiculously easy they made the test. I suppose I should be more concerned about who their letting out onto the road, but at this point I passed so I don't give a fuck.
If you haven't yet, go read Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. I just got a (p)leather bound edition of Carroll's works, and it kicks ass. So go check it out, it's worth the strain on the eyes.
And I'm feeling much better now, thank you.
In case
you're wondering:
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Yes, those are cowbells.
I'm coming
down with a cold, so here's the head of a ferret
101002
Life Like
Weeds
100202
Haircuts are stupid. For me of least. I have only two styles of hair: freakishly long and curly, or awkwardly short and flat. After several long months of freakishly long hair that crawled into my ear and did more or less whatever it wanted, however, it is a relief to have ugly short hair, simply because it's eaier to take care of. I gave up on the possibility of haircuts looking good on me a long time ago, and am now glad to simply have hair that doesn't cover my eyes when i get out of the tub.
To paraphrase Newton Pulsifier from the books Good Omens (a very good and funny book, by the way), the best I can hope for after a haircut is shorter hair. This time, however, I'm rather fine with that.
Following are some images by one of my favorite painters, Francis Bacon. He's known for his portraits where he deforms a face into unrecognizable shapes, and also for his painting of Pope Innocent X, which is actually a sort of remix of another's painting done in Francis' own macabre style. Maybe "macabre" isn't such a good word, as it makes most people think of Tim Burton or something... Anyway, it's good stuff.
Study after Velazquez's Portrait of Pope Innocent X
Lying Figure with a Hypodermic Syringe
uncomfortably
numb
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So I went to the damn dentist today. After an hour of waiting in the waiting room (where all the cool kids go to... wait), I stormed into the main office to see what the hell was going on, and by storm I mean stroll in awkwardly. Apparently someone had crossed out my name as if I had already been seen. How dare them. When I go to the dentist I want to have my mouth pumped full of novacaine and my teeth drilled raw, not sit casually in a seat and browse through last month's Time magazine. I felt cheated.
Luckily, after another fifteen minutes of them getting prepared I finally got what I came there for, a filling. When I walked out my top lip felt as if it had completely ceased to exists. A job well done. Now I sit here, periodically tapping my lip, making sure it doesn't run out on me, thinking about how I'm never ever going to go to the dentist again in my life. I always say that, though, and I'm always back there in six months.
I think it's a masonic conspiracy that brain washes me to do go back. Or terrorists. Yeah that's it. Damn the system!
Speaking of which, the honorable Ugly Joe sent me a link to Cat and Girl not too long ago. It's the best web-comic I've seen yet, with witty comentary concerning social issues, the status quo, and teddy bear picnics. Very highly really super recomended.
A site I also need to mention is bitterfilms.com. It has info on works of cartoonist Don Hertzfeldt, and if any of you have Kazaa, and I know most of you do, hurry up and download "Rejected" or "Billy's Balloon". They're so damn good you might just have to change your pants after viewing. Er... a bit of an overstatement, yes, but they're really enjoyable, and well worth the download time for dial-up users.
And then there's the Goatsepancakebunnydance. No description needed, really.
That's all for now. I've managed to type long enough for the numbness to subside, so I guess this update was worth something.
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Old shit went here. Muthafucka.