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Hello there!
I saw Jason Collett tonight. I sure like him. He's headed east, so watch out people I know in that direction. Get Idols of Exile, get a ticket, and get ready for a good time. It's fun to pretend he's Jim Cuddy acting like a weirdo, making better music. Cause that's who he looks like!
Everybody's excited about this Black Mountain show, and I say get ready to be disappointed. Everytime they come through (in whatever incarnation) they jam lamely and everyone feels bored and kind of sick to their stomachs because it's so loud. Ladyhawk will be good, though. They remind me of the summer.
I just found out that my friend Julian will be working up at Wollaston this summer, but I don't think I'll be able to go. Bummer man! It's a real bummer.
I also just found out that spreading rumours about your friends being dead on Facebook is awesome. Somebody respectable told me that that's one of the most postmodern pranks you can pull. That's good, because I'm really into highbrow shit right now. Artists and anything like that.
I'm writing about human nature right now. I think about it often. So far my key finding is that it's not that great. Unless you think that greedy animals are good. Actually I think it's neutral. There are no bad animals. Only animals. But I don't want to say that they're greedy. If you tell an intelligent animal that it only cares about itself, you'll either get called a liar or lower its self esteem. I don't like to be called a liar, but in this case I don't want to be believed either. But not because I'm worried about anybody's self esteem. If you tell somebody something about themselves and they believe you, they'll behave even more like the way you said they behave. That's a fact. It's like when you tell somebody who stutters that they're stuttering. They stutter even more. Try it sometime. And don't worry about social consequences, because everybody thinks you're an asshole anyway. You are an asshole.
So I don't actually care if the human who reads what I say about their nature feels low about themselves afterward. I'm just concerned that they'll get even more self interested, which means they leave less for me. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that you're generous. Almost generous enough.
You know that Michael Jackson song, Human Nature? I'm not exactly sure what it says about human nature, but I'm pretty sure the song is retarded. Kind of like him. I think it's fair to say he's retarded. He's a youngster trapped inside a man's body. You know, because he didn't have a childhood. Sort of like Pinnochio, but different. I don't know why he fancies himself a Peter Pan. He cannot fly. It'd be way more interesting to have a rich fellow who thought he was Pinnochio in the world. Maybe there is one, somewhere out there. Or Feifel. (Is that his name?) That would be unbelievable. Though I'm not sure there are many rich orphans in the world. That would be too weird. But it's very normal to think you're a fictional character. Some girls saw that Amelie movie and thought they were that girl for a while. Which was OK. The great Maclean's magazine said some girls thought they were Juno this winter, and that's fine, provided they get all of the support they need. I still haven't seen that movie. People read about Ernest Shackleton and think they are him, just as people who listen to Bob Dylan end up playing his songs outside liquor stores. I guess I sort of Identify with Aladdin. I'm kind of a street rat.
There is a paperclip stuck under my dash button! I really like that button, but I can't use it, because when I do it pushes the F11 button instead. That's why there's no hyphen between the words "self" and "esteem."
Hey, I can't believe that Karlheinz Schreiber and Mulroney had sex in the back of a limousine over cigars and Remy Martins. I just can't. I won't believe it. I just won't. No Canadian Prime Minister would ever engage in such lemon parties. Would they?
I saw Jason Collett tonight. I sure like him. He's headed east, so watch out people I know in that direction. Get Idols of Exile, get a ticket, and get ready for a good time. It's fun to pretend he's Jim Cuddy acting like a weirdo, making better music. Cause that's who he looks like!
Everybody's excited about this Black Mountain show, and I say get ready to be disappointed. Everytime they come through (in whatever incarnation) they jam lamely and everyone feels bored and kind of sick to their stomachs because it's so loud. Ladyhawk will be good, though. They remind me of the summer.
I just found out that my friend Julian will be working up at Wollaston this summer, but I don't think I'll be able to go. Bummer man! It's a real bummer.
I also just found out that spreading rumours about your friends being dead on Facebook is awesome. Somebody respectable told me that that's one of the most postmodern pranks you can pull. That's good, because I'm really into highbrow shit right now. Artists and anything like that.
I'm writing about human nature right now. I think about it often. So far my key finding is that it's not that great. Unless you think that greedy animals are good. Actually I think it's neutral. There are no bad animals. Only animals. But I don't want to say that they're greedy. If you tell an intelligent animal that it only cares about itself, you'll either get called a liar or lower its self esteem. I don't like to be called a liar, but in this case I don't want to be believed either. But not because I'm worried about anybody's self esteem. If you tell somebody something about themselves and they believe you, they'll behave even more like the way you said they behave. That's a fact. It's like when you tell somebody who stutters that they're stuttering. They stutter even more. Try it sometime. And don't worry about social consequences, because everybody thinks you're an asshole anyway. You are an asshole.
So I don't actually care if the human who reads what I say about their nature feels low about themselves afterward. I'm just concerned that they'll get even more self interested, which means they leave less for me. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that you're generous. Almost generous enough.
You know that Michael Jackson song, Human Nature? I'm not exactly sure what it says about human nature, but I'm pretty sure the song is retarded. Kind of like him. I think it's fair to say he's retarded. He's a youngster trapped inside a man's body. You know, because he didn't have a childhood. Sort of like Pinnochio, but different. I don't know why he fancies himself a Peter Pan. He cannot fly. It'd be way more interesting to have a rich fellow who thought he was Pinnochio in the world. Maybe there is one, somewhere out there. Or Feifel. (Is that his name?) That would be unbelievable. Though I'm not sure there are many rich orphans in the world. That would be too weird. But it's very normal to think you're a fictional character. Some girls saw that Amelie movie and thought they were that girl for a while. Which was OK. The great Maclean's magazine said some girls thought they were Juno this winter, and that's fine, provided they get all of the support they need. I still haven't seen that movie. People read about Ernest Shackleton and think they are him, just as people who listen to Bob Dylan end up playing his songs outside liquor stores. I guess I sort of Identify with Aladdin. I'm kind of a street rat.
There is a paperclip stuck under my dash button! I really like that button, but I can't use it, because when I do it pushes the F11 button instead. That's why there's no hyphen between the words "self" and "esteem."
Hey, I can't believe that Karlheinz Schreiber and Mulroney had sex in the back of a limousine over cigars and Remy Martins. I just can't. I won't believe it. I just won't. No Canadian Prime Minister would ever engage in such lemon parties. Would they?