she dreams in digital - 'cause it's better than nothing
I just downloaded the Orgy discography, 'cause I bought the Orgy 9x - 04 DVD, and since I can't find Candyass, Vapour Transmission or PSP, I'm like fuck it, torrent. Listening to these songs makes me think of Ashley. Pff.
I have to switch over to S&M. Metallica's, that is. I don't know what happened - I mean, I've always -liked- Metallica, and tried really, REALLY hard to be a megafan, because, come on, they're catchy as shit - and I mean, I AM a megafan of their early records, with stuff like Battery and Call of Kthulu, you know, these heavy metal songs that are so fucking complicated with chord changes and drumming that they're like a symphony of metal, but the latter stuff has simplified so much...except for S&M, when they went in with Michael Kamen and his symphony. It ended up turning every song into, well, a symphony of metal. Hence the name. Although it'd be cool if it was just an album about S&M. Uh, anyway...yeah. Then I saw their documentary, got St. Anger, and was like, okay, now they sound like they're actually trying again instead of just writing catchy pop-metal (even though King Nothing IS one of THE BEST SONGS EVER IN THE HISTORY OF LIFE). But yeah. The fact that Lars has to HOLD the cymbals during one part of the song St. Anger just so he can hit them hard enough without them exploding gives me goosebumps.
I have no idea why I just wrote the above. My stomach hurts and this tea isn't working.
WHERE IS COLURE WHEN YOU NEED HER
Man, I got WAY too used to having Colure around like, every day, with great food, a solution to every fucking problem I had, son of a bitch. I'm like "uh...soba...noodles...cook? stomach hurts...whaaaaa?"
...okay, there's Ari. I was getting worried there.
What the hell am I even WRITING THIS POST FOR?! I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY OF ANY IMPORTANCE.
Well, they're hanging Sadaam. Best part is, it's within 30 days, but like, it could be TOMORROW. That's so cool, heh. RANDOM SADAAM HANGING!! Motherfucking Al-Jazeera better broadcast that shit, I want high resolution Xvid captures to Torrent as soon as he drops from the gallows. Ka-thunk, nigga. Ka-thunk what? WHAT? Ka-thunk.
I've decided that I'm going to (ugh) wade back through my Livejournal to collect every insanity post ever, and put them up on palecurve.com in the meantime...while I write bookends for the material - then I'm going to release the entries as a book, like so many millions of people have told me I should do. I mean, I GUESS I'm a talented writer, or at least I replace writing talent with a talent for being ridiculously over-the-topilly stupid and inane. That will sell books out the ASS.
Kay, kids. I need ideas for the cover of My Last Will And Testament. Offer 'em up.
God, this entry sucks.
A good PRESENT for my upcoming BIRTHDAY would be if someone had Skinny Puppy's new album SENT TO MY APARTMENT so I didnt' have to go hunt it down. HINT.
HINT.
Sorry, I'm not feeling it today. Bye.
I have to switch over to S&M. Metallica's, that is. I don't know what happened - I mean, I've always -liked- Metallica, and tried really, REALLY hard to be a megafan, because, come on, they're catchy as shit - and I mean, I AM a megafan of their early records, with stuff like Battery and Call of Kthulu, you know, these heavy metal songs that are so fucking complicated with chord changes and drumming that they're like a symphony of metal, but the latter stuff has simplified so much...except for S&M, when they went in with Michael Kamen and his symphony. It ended up turning every song into, well, a symphony of metal. Hence the name. Although it'd be cool if it was just an album about S&M. Uh, anyway...yeah. Then I saw their documentary, got St. Anger, and was like, okay, now they sound like they're actually trying again instead of just writing catchy pop-metal (even though King Nothing IS one of THE BEST SONGS EVER IN THE HISTORY OF LIFE). But yeah. The fact that Lars has to HOLD the cymbals during one part of the song St. Anger just so he can hit them hard enough without them exploding gives me goosebumps.
I have no idea why I just wrote the above. My stomach hurts and this tea isn't working.
WHERE IS COLURE WHEN YOU NEED HER
Man, I got WAY too used to having Colure around like, every day, with great food, a solution to every fucking problem I had, son of a bitch. I'm like "uh...soba...noodles...cook? stomach hurts...whaaaaa?"
...okay, there's Ari. I was getting worried there.
What the hell am I even WRITING THIS POST FOR?! I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY OF ANY IMPORTANCE.
Well, they're hanging Sadaam. Best part is, it's within 30 days, but like, it could be TOMORROW. That's so cool, heh. RANDOM SADAAM HANGING!! Motherfucking Al-Jazeera better broadcast that shit, I want high resolution Xvid captures to Torrent as soon as he drops from the gallows. Ka-thunk, nigga. Ka-thunk what? WHAT? Ka-thunk.
I've decided that I'm going to (ugh) wade back through my Livejournal to collect every insanity post ever, and put them up on palecurve.com in the meantime...while I write bookends for the material - then I'm going to release the entries as a book, like so many millions of people have told me I should do. I mean, I GUESS I'm a talented writer, or at least I replace writing talent with a talent for being ridiculously over-the-topilly stupid and inane. That will sell books out the ASS.
Kay, kids. I need ideas for the cover of My Last Will And Testament. Offer 'em up.
God, this entry sucks.
A good PRESENT for my upcoming BIRTHDAY would be if someone had Skinny Puppy's new album SENT TO MY APARTMENT so I didnt' have to go hunt it down. HINT.
HINT.
Sorry, I'm not feeling it today. Bye.