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Sunday, March 14, 2004

“as useless as cops at the scene of the crime...”
- Jeff Buckley

“always scratching at the 8-Ball...”
- Social Distortion


for the longest time i thought that the Social D quote up there meant that he was, you know, scratching at the 8-Ball. like a lottery ticket or something. like it had gum stuck to it. like a scratch-n-sniff. like it had an itch. yeah i was confused, i first heard that song when i was real young.

i was at a party last night doing Irish Car Bombs to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. not sure what all the ingredients were but the after-effects include causing you to sit for hours and stare at the demo on someone's PS2 hockey game like it’s a REAL game for hours and hours. some dude tripped over the controllers and unplugged them so i know for a fact that no one was playing. but that can’t stop the PS2. it just keeps on playing...all by itself. (“they’re using tools!”) i got so into watching that demo that, at one point, i even loudly complained about the computer not calling offsides. St. Louis won 3 to 2 after a breakaway with about a minute to go. Osgood made several good saves although i noticed he seemed to be favoring his left leg and...

oops. i guess there are some lingering effects to that drink after all.

just watched the movie "Threads." got it from the library. gloomy British WWIII apocalypse movie from the spooky cold war days. lots of rubble. not as much fun as "Miracle Mile." some woman just gave birth in some wreckage and chewed through the umbilical cord with her teeth. the movie made it’s point about 15 minutes in but i’m a sucker for end-of-the-world movies. except the movie “Until The End Of The World” which sucked ass (the Nick Cave song of the same name is just about perfect though) and this movie does have a final freeze-frame that’s excellent. you know, not to jump to conclusions, but now that i think about it? i’m pretty sure there was an anti-war message going on in this flick. especially when those starving limeys tore into the guts of that dead sheep like Han Solo trying to keep Luke warm. not as many laughs as say “Platoon” but i guess the comedy was too subtle for me. you know what pisses me off though? when they do those montages of squalor and horror and they show corpses and explosions that are obviously stock war footage. i want to say “no, that’s from Auschwitz you lazy bastard. No, that mushroom cloud is not over Liverpool, it’s over the Pacific Ocean. No, that explosion is from a dynamite arrow hitting the outhouse on Dukes of Hazard” makes me mad.

got a sweet pool stick for my birthday. has a spider carrying an 8-Ball into it’s web. cool orange and black Halloween colors on it. now i need to practice so i can take it to the bar and assemble it all slow and obnoxious. that reminds me of this one time me and a friend of mine went into one of those coffee houses where these pretentious fucks were always playing slow intense chess games so we brought a checker board and were slamming the pieces and yelling “king me!” every chance we got. we were going to bring in the game “Mouse Trap” and put it together and play that all loud instead but we couldn’t find that game anywhere. that would have been funnier. i also want to go into an arcade with my own air-hockey paddle. and it would have it’s own bag and it would have lightning bolts and streamers on it like a little kids bike but i’d be all serious like a was Fast Eddie coming to play Minnesota Fats. problem with an air-hockey paddle is you can’t put the theme from Rocky on the jukebox while you slowly assemble it in front of everyone.

i have a broken bone in my elbow that hurts when i use arm-rests. that means this arm will never rest. i wonder if it'll get bigger than the other one.

i’m going to eat some Sunday morning donuts then come back to post some more. i owe you lots and lots of words. i’ll tell you about my sister’s metal band "Blood Dumpster." my only problem with them is i kept calling them “Blood Buckets” all week leading up to the show and i got used to that name instead. i’ll try to put up some pictures, although Fotolog has been fucked up all week. my sister looks so cute surrounded by dudes in slaughterhouse jackets.

my cat just whimpered in it’s sleep. i think it has nightmares.

::: david - 12:34 PM [+] :::
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