Me! I subvert you!

After a good 6 months, there's now a second Too-Much-Makeup-Boy comic! It's less than amusing, but can't be any worse than the first one. At this rate I should achieve mad notoriety by the year 498648716412.

faith & devotion

Here's to hoping everyone had a happy V.D. day. We held a ceremonial anti-dinner. No couples allowed! Be one with reveling in your non-relationship "support casual sex" freedom! Or... ah... something along those lines. It was fantastic. Fancy D.I.Y. punk-rock cuisine; red wine and hash. Someone brought over a documentary covering a an Indian holy celebration. It was very intriguing-- from what I remember-- although I think the Ira Cohen narrative may have been slightly over the top if I hadn't been stoned to Mars. (Post-beat? What?) But maybe that's half the experience. There still seemed something "off" about a bunch of mesmerized american kids eyeballing and romanticizing-- through a television screen-- a culture which couldn't be further separated from our own "value" *cough* system. Talk about how we could do without the current stomach-turning state of corporate America, but none of us could survive if we were suddenly dropped into the middle of nowhere, India. A happy medium, perhaps?I guess it could be worse. We could be rich and all-white american kids.--------------------------------------------------Confidential to Narx: (I was going to email it last night, but I've been experiencing dysfunctional email angst lately. I'll just put it here. Everyone else can sit and wonder.) Fucking awesome! I was bouncing around like a titillated schoolgirl! I'm in relive-my-9th-grade-year-but-in-better-stereo-quality heaven! You can bet yer ass I'm going to spend a portion of this weekend designing album covers. Geek yes. Negative 3 has been one of my favorites forever and ever. The remastered version sounds incredible. By the way, I saw your überhomo hero Scott on tee-vee the night it came. That was even better. Mmm. I miss his green hair and swanky fashion sense, as both have disappeared completely. The KMFDM is awesome, too. (I thought you hated them. *smirk*) Cheesy as it is, I love 'em. I know exactly what I need to send you, but I have to molest a VCR out of someone first. I'll mail the first part out next week (maybe even along with Nersh's unfortunate ton of duct tape. I'm sorry! I'M SORRY!) and get thee the video whenever I can. It's going to be an interesting project.

Piss Frond

&%#$@! entries don't write themselves; fer chrissakes I should be getting paid for this.Dear die-ary: why are people so bloody daft?WAIT! DON'T ANSWER THAT!! FOR THE LOVE OF... GAAAHHHH!!

Andy, where's my fifteen minutes?

The entry what has no preconceived direction! This must be what it's like to be an anarchist revolutionary. Posting pictures is exponentially easier than composing new entries. Who wants to see rockstars naked?! Service me, Martha!!Or else I could just fill out some overdone survey lists. Mmm....845) What is your favorite color? gayrainbow, gayrainbow, gayrainbow, black, gayrainbow846) What is your favorite lubricant?847) What is your favorite bad Geocities webpage?I keep hearing tiny bits & pieces on this album that sound like samples of other songs, but I'm not sure. Auditory hallucinations. Wait a minute... Damn it! It's happening again! Who put Brian Eno in a box? I can't be making this stuff up. This morning I was aiming to start the semester history project, but I can't work up any more motivation than drinking coffee and reading comics. I'm trying to decide whether or not I actually feel worse than I did yesterday. Hmm. A project having to do with history/history, not drug/history art/history pop/history trash/history, which usually means war and nothing else. OR freaky post-war suburban sprawl, molesting the american dream into cardboard husbands, sedate children, and happy wives with new improved cleaning products. I think that's what I'm going for. That class! On Friday I came in approximately two minutes after 2:00 and the scary german guy (Who, I learned, in his youth worked for a meat disassembly line. He enjoys cracking bad jokes about it in his free time.) was just like, "YOU!! With the HAIR!! You're LATE!!" *points at me and looks like death on a stick* I think my internal organs stopped functioning for a full three seconds. I need to stop slacking off. The other day I got a letter enticing me to join some kind of prestigious collegiate organization. Proper dress: Sunday attire. Heh! I think it's because those kind of high cult society functions always need to have the one "weird misplaced drug kid" wandering around to make everyone else feel more significant. No... I feel like my brain has been swapped with a brillo pad.

there goes my gun

Nersh, we are now one in "I feel like I am going to die-ness." Sometime in between last night and the present, I think I swallowed a fistful of nails and washed them down with Draino.(substitute for content)

777

Wow. Giger was 62 today. Someone had better hurry the eff up with creating an infinite life-preservation module.

There is nothing left to say!

One view on the belief-outlining essay.....that's why people don't write on beliefs and persuasions anymore-- at least not widely. (LJ and other projects being a sort of deviation. Heh.) Everything has already been said for them. It's like convenient shopping. Pick your stance on anything! Religion, government, human & animal rights, sociopolitical issues, sex, drugs, capitalism, meat in a can... there's already a written statement-- probably a good thousand-- available on every aspect of every topic imaginable. Ask someone where they thought the government should be headed during the 2000 election, and they'd likely just reiterate plans by their candidate of choice. Maybe even hand over some xeroxed propaganda. It doen't matter because the views are one in the same. Just less work & conveniently packaged for the average citizen. Like cheez-whiz. (Damn it! Every time I hear "cheez whiz" I think of fecking Bryan Erikson. And then pork rinds.) That brings us to the question: who had the ideas first? No one knows. They're passed on and on indefinitely, shifting slightly and revised for particular purposes. -------Besides, I already have extensive conversations about these issues with people I know. I read up on it and rant & rave mentally & verbally like anyone else. Why do I need to clutter the written world with even more bitching and rehashed verbatim, especially when it's already been said & ten times more eloquently? It's not laziness or amotivation... just that the need doesn't seem readily present. Time better spent on other things, seemingly... less on my shoulders.... not proud of it. It's probably always been like that. Few produce. I don't know. Just the way things have been skewed today. Kind of like staggering across the ice and completely eating shit in the parking lot after class, with a bag full of 20 pounds of STUFF landing on top of me and almost getting run over by thee go-tard van. I'm like a bad comic book character. Stupid random off-the-wall things keep happening but NONE OF IT IS AMUSING. Then I'd get cancelled after two issues and the creator would be workin' the corner for cans of fruit cocktail $1.99 and massive kicks... the suckers with tequila worms inside. I remember those. The ghetto convenience store in the town where I grew up always had them at the counter. They were... like... WOW. Utmost fascination. Mealy. I wasn't brave enough to inquire.And then---- after coming home and instantly flying out to the mailbox, receiving nothing but more goddamn advertisements (i.e. no subconscious special sauce) I cracked my hand against the door frame and have been feeling it ever since. Owwwww... I was all set to complete some half-finished drawings, but I can't even manipulate a pencil. I think everything's still in once piece, just momentarily fucked. At least I hope that's all it is. Maybe it'll stop hurting if I drink some more.

nemesis onlinE

The most gratuitously overused term in (sub)culture:How do you define pretension?

wow, people are deep at 3:30am. (&sarcasm)

Decision of the moment: there are few things more abjectly cruel than time.I said something about learning German in an earlier entry. The punks have had a German textbook laying around for ages. I think it was produced by a dumpster. It denies you freshmaker! Anyway, maybe I should look into it d.i.y. style. Bad pronunciation aside, I'd at least know how to say more than just stuff like NEGATIV NEIN! No... never mind. I'm going to delete some of that now..... <---The "journal issues" I talked about a week or so ago were mainly centered around how I'm sick of coming across as ridiculous and nothing else. No one can stand reading this anymore. That's not going to change anytime soon. Serious writing is not for the internet's public display. There's a definite line drawn there, at least for me. It's not going to get any better. Eff it. Especially at 3:30am. CATHARSIS! KIND OF!There were also stories about radar antennae men with obscenely large cases of soup & mullets & Michael Dukakis bumperstickers. He kept staring at me with an expression that clearly stated, "Uhuh huh huh... hey, bab-eh. Do you wanna... like... bump rumps in the trailer while teh missus is out wit teh youngin's? Uhhh huh huh huh."I was trying to think of some kind of way to sum up that event, but it's not coming.