posted 12-11-2002 08:19 PM            

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Originally posted by Trigger:
And Nancy, see where it says, "IP LOGGED", that indicates that the address of the computer on which the post was created is not a secret.

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That's my roommate. She's new.
Be nice .
OR ELSE...

There will be HELLLLLLLLL to PAY!!!

AH HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

And give me my sunglasses back or tell me where in the house you put them. I can't find them anywhere.

posted 12-11-2002 09:18 PM            

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Originally posted by Trigger:
Very weak LOG

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posted 12-13-2002 12:43 PM            

First off, I fucking hate sports. Especially when they conflict with Smackdown! Tonight was Steiner's return, and the goddamn basketball stole it from me. I am very very mad. Traz stuck a picture of him on my bench press to inspire me to become a monster.

Teeth: gleaming

In tow with Traz, 2 Chads, and Ben:
So, last night, went to the Big V's show, watched Billy V Gan eat an entire pizza and watched A-bomb. You know, A-bomb really truly are the very best band I have ever seen ever. They are just incredible, you don't even need to hear the lyrics, they've mastered the fine art of bring emotion to sound. It's just wonderful, I get all fucking teary eyed. I don't know why. I don't even LIKE some of them, but their music is astonishing. I can't imagine why that band is still wasting time around here, they would be approaching Rancidian sales records by this point and be on television if they just weren't cursed by the midwest, and for chrissake, I followed some of them asshole out to this prison. Thanks Dennis and Blake, bastards.

I skipped out of the show, accompanied by my companions Chad and Ben. We went to check out the Squabs gig at Turf Club and were greeted by some sweeties from this board who bought me a drink and were VERY friendly. I think I even got the wrong idea to begin with, but my idea is ALWAYS the wrong idea. None for me, thanks.

When all was said and done I was stranded in the midway. We didn't' know what to do, some girl let us 2, 3 of her fat friends, and Joe from Hot Topic squeeze into a new VW bug. Hilarious. Just comedic. So I made it home inebriated but intact and was locked out of Marisha's apartment, but she took Chad in and sent me away, tail between my legs. I returned home and ran out another free trial on Live Links I got it because the gal in Zom's new band took me aside, after giving me the doe eyes, and led me to a semi secluded booth. There, she unzipped my fly and gave me a fairly tolerable hand job. No, that was a lie. In fact, it was a total lie. I am pathetic. I did confide in them about Kla and I's failed plan to take the full Biffy we found on the trailer to Zom's yard. But with he limited available time to accomplish said mission e were unable to secure information for whereabouts of the drop. That shit would have been really funny though. I imagine Zom waking up in his smoking jacket, lighting his pipe, going to grab the paper and finding a big stinking port-o-potty on his porch. "Now, who would have done such a thing?"

So yesterday I joined the cult, sort of. I have decided that such endeavors would be very useable alternative education and that I should apply myself to this new doctrine. It dictates that I join every oddball organization that I can, keep folders so that I don't get mixed up, and act like I really care a lot about all of them. When the world finally gets the better of authorities will go through my wallet, finding that I am a card carrying member of the Thelemetic order, The Nazi Party, Black Panthers, Young Republicans, Stonecutter, A reverend, just a shitload of cards of opposing groups that I have infiltrated. It will be priceless character research. My goal is to eventually join the ranks of the Masonic Illuminate, or whatever.

Kla graduates college today and his cleaning woke me up, his Dad is coming and step mom that he hates, but since I fucking LOVE cleaning this was nice, and I will go see him go through ceremony, then get drunk again. Shit, my drinking problem came back full force. Speaking of which, she has been sober for 14 years and Kla has taken it upon himself to break that streak and ruin her life.

Get me a job.

posted 12-13-2002 05:09 PM            

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Originally posted by Dedly Daego:
A-bomb really truly are the very best band I have ever seen ever...... ........I don't even LIKE some of them.

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posted 12-13-2002 11:15 PM            

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Originally posted by Dedly Daego:
fairly tolerable

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posted 12-14-2002 02:48 PM            

Man, fags can fucking sing, I tell you what. I was amazed. Since we were doing Karaoke, those guys are phenomenal. This linebacker had the best voice I'd ever heard, and when I joke about since when football players sang showtunes he held the trump card. "Born and bred a choir boy!" Hardy har. I decided to do the only Danzig song in the thing and sucked bad because I haven't sung in over a year. Kla did "I'm too sexy" and ... fuck I can't remember. I'll try and come back to this. Regardless, we got tossed and on the way out I went up to this cute little psuedo-punk chick and asked if she would like to fall in love. That line actually worked.

posted 12-15-2002 10:43 AM            

So I began boning up on all of that dusty OTM material for the triumphant return. It is technically not a reunion, since Matt Scavenge won't be there, and neither of the original bassists consisting of Luce, Bill, or TT Scofflaw (Brett). I would have like to play with Luce on this one but he has no interest in playing music anymore. Blake is taking over on bass, the former Murderer, and Arney will be taking the second axe. I am currently debating as to whether I want to play guitar or not, but will probably have no other choice. Time to start digging through he boxes of our old equipment and see what can be salvaged and what hasn't yet been misappropriated to sleazy crooks. So the term for what this is return, because the true future of the band is yet to be determined, but in this current frame of mind I think Minneapolis needs this band back. There are a lot of new kids around, or so I hear, and I'd like to see their take on the most recent prolific loss to the scene restored to ... it's former glory? I hope so. Shit, we still don't have a place to rehearse.

There has been a LOT of interest in this from other bands, pretty much everyone wants to open up, making the stress heavy way before I wanted any. Well, I don't want any at all. If I had it my way we wouldn't even be there until the stage was set and someone else tuned our guitars for us, then leave directly afterwards. I have asked Damage Deposit and am under the impression that they will play the first set of 3 bands total. So there is one slot open. This is a very tough decision. We will be playing a 13 song set, mostly songs off the LP, a couple of new ones, and a couple of covers yet to be named. We might also play "Hardcore for the Kids" and force Felix to come up and show some love. I am under the impression that this show will probably need a lot of security, for a punk show anyway, so am probably going to using the Red Sea. I think one of the coolest things is that Ben Herr will be doing the flyer art, and I know his awesome flyers are sorely missed around here. Even though hey will be regularly defaced at ENR and the T-rock since barely anyone out here has any fucking valor or honor. That was always a big problem, people trashing and defacing flyers out of obvious jealous insecurity. It's not our fault that your bands suck and won't draw. Our sucks too, but kids like it. I hope all you little fucks are prepared, because we're coming back and we're very, very pissed off. It's gonna be bloody. Tentative date, my birthday in March.

Funny thing is I only have 20 copies of our CD left, and will never be able to get anymore, which is good and bad. I figure I can redo all the art work the way I want to see it, for a re-release on my own label or maybe pay for it myself, let someone else distro and keep the profits.

I listened to the collected Code 13 CD today, the Unseen, and my own band. This felt weird. I got all excited, cause those first two albums had a lot of impact on me in their day. I'm really out of touch, but as far as I know the scene doesn't really have any spearheading bands right now. Like I said, I'm out of the loop and could be wrong, but I am willing to bet there is nothing on the shelf that came out since I went on vacation from it all that is nearly as ground breaking. Maybe this is premature, but I feel all exhilarated like I should reclaim my position and do some shit that I would appreciate again. Then again, I don't want to be responsible for flyering and touring bands and all that lame shit again. It's a thankless and demanding job, and all I care about is my band. It's funny on this board people are always being passive aggressive and calling out on people's "punk rock credentials" which no one has ever done to me, even though I haven't lifted a finger since the Oxymoron show. But if I started again, wouldn't I be a poser? And isn't there already an over abundance of shows at several places rehashing the same old slew of bands we're been seeing for 5 years?

Traz calls from work around 9 and asks me to come meet and walk her home, so the CHUDs don't get her. I accepted for the sake of exercise and whitened my teeth again before I left. I had the choice of 3 different parties tonight, or go try to reclaim my amplifier from the Damage Deposit show, which, if my information is correct, would be there with El Punkeke and the thieves. Since, judging by most of the lineup, going to that place would be dangerous, probably so many used needles on the floor there that I'd end up as skinny and yellow as all those junkies from their AIDS, so I opted for a house party instead. Mojo described it as an LA beach.

So I went out with Kla and la familia again. First we went buy this b-day party in a basement where everyone was euro trash, but cordial enough. There we waited until we cashed the pony keg full of crusty Summit and kept to ourselves, though we were highly amusing. So Kla has a theory that if you eat your own shit, therefore twice distilling said duke, it would become super shit. I tried to explain it's toxicity, but he is determined that it could be done. Then he decided to pull a great prank. Start meticulously cleaning your roommate's cat litter box, providing that you have one, but never let them see you doing this. Do it for a month, keep it barren so said roommate wonders where the cat is shitting. Then, after about a month, take a huge shit in the box. A monstrous turd, man. All fresh and steaming and large. Then act totally surprised when it is brought to your attention. They'll never look at the cat the same way again.

After that we went to the Church. Man, white belts galore. A whole lotta hair and lip gloss. That was something else. Saw Boots there, which is always pleasant. After that we drove around drunk. When we woke up there were three new items on the coffee table. One brass bell. One DVD copy of Moulin Rouge, and one microscope. From what hell did these items come?

posted 12-15-2002 10:55 AM            

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Originally posted by Dedly Daego:

I have marks all over my body. I am under the impression that I was involved in some extreme sexual debauchery, but cannot be sure. You see, I have been drinking constantly since I got laid off, and I am beginning to hurt from it. I puked blood yesterday. Kla's sister is a smoking fox.

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bark at moon. lamb of god. i've been hungover and abused for weeks. my colon cries.

posted 12-15-2002 04:26 PM            

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Originally posted by Dedly Daego:
[B]

So yesterday I joined the cult, sort of. I have decided that such endeavors would be very useable alternative education and that I should apply myself to this new doctrine. It dictates that I join every oddball organization that I can, keep folders so that I don't get mixed up, and act like I really care a lot about all of them.
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I saw this in a movie before.
Fight Club.
I didn't think this movie was so damn good until it has kept resurfacing in various forms on this board.

posted 12-15-2002 04:47 PM            

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Originally posted by Dedly Daego:
I had the choice of 3 different parties tonight, or go try to reclaim my amplifier from the Damage Deposit show, which, if my information is correct, would be there with El Punkeke and the thieves. Since, judging by most of the lineup, going to that place would be dangerous, probably so many used needles on the floor there that I'd end up as skinny and yellow as all those junkies from their AIDS.

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No needles, a lotta beer though, the tramps couldn't make it through 3 songs without whats her name (guitar) running off and puking...good times

posted 12-16-2002 12:30 AM            

I just remembered the old Barn Show. Man were we fucked up! After the rain storm, while manning the Havoc tent, we decided to perform facial reconstructive surgery on this girl who had a foreign object buried in her face. It was located in that dumb area people pierce between their eyes, and she calimed it was a mole. But I knew better. I've seen these thigns before, these tightly compacted balls of whatever that look alarmingly similiar to a hemp seed. Well, we got out the leathermans and popped this sucker out, and everyone was amazed. Fucking heros. DIY surgeon Dr. Daego assisted by nurse Havoc, DDS. And then we burnt that car! That shit was SOOOOOO funny! Everyone was mad, but it was the funiest thing ever, I thought. Some punks wanted to turn us in so we changed our clothes and listened to them discuss this proposed intervention, not knowing that we were in thier midst all the while. Ninja style, yo. That's when I learned about semen and pineapple. Yup. So, about the car. Apparently some dork picked up some stinkies on his way tot he Barn Fest, and claimed that the vehicle was stolen. So the stinkies start to fuck it up real good, and the dork, too embarassed to admit the truth, allows them to trash his mom's new MAzda. Well, it made it to the festival and got beaten worse. So I took it upon myself to help this poor guy out. Just total the fucker and let insurance save his ass! Well, we built an enormous fire out of the logs, Lord of the Flies style, I wrangled lots of shirtless drunk kids and we went to work. And when completed, we got the car. There was some gal passed out cold in the back, I tried to wake her. "Hey, wake up." "No, its warm in here." "It's about to get a hell of a lot hotter too." Then the car drives into the 20 ft tall flaming pyramid. She screamed and was pulled into a puddle of mud. I think we all screamed out like savages at that point. I took a finger through the mud and painted my face like a warrior. It was beautiful. That car was on fire forever. The Fire Dept. came out and everything. SOOOOO FUNNY! Oi Polloi were really mad at us but we don't care, cause exploding cars is fuckn punk!

My dick is sore. Oh, also, and I am TOTALLY serious. Does anyone have any Viagra? Bob Murderer once told me it bmade him so hard that he was slamming it in a door and it wouldn't even budge, for like 8 hours. And if it did that to him, I want to see how ridiculous I can make my own. Fucking funny. Jesus, I just read what I typed. What the hell is happening to me? Oh yeah, those pills!

Upon waking I felt like a cigarette. And I don't mean smoking one. I literally felt how that half smoked, soggy mess at the bottom of the last half drank beer feels the next day. That gross. I needed a shower soemthing awful, but Traz was in the bath! She actually takes baths. And I don't mean to dis on her, but I think flailing around in a puddle of one's own filth is repulsive. How do you get clean?

It seems that time has given way to some of my old quarrels. Apparently a few of us old nemesi aren't going to hate each other anymore. This is totally out of character for me. I've never dropped a grudge before. I hold on to them like a piece of the true fucking cross, for no apparent reason other than to be mad about stuff. I am good at being angry. So one of the guys I got into a boxing match a couple years ago on Halloween doesn't hate me anymore, so I think that works out well enough. Some other people too. But most fuckers are still gonna pay dearly.

3 legged dog. Paw.

Breakfast at the Country Bar, visited the Felix, saw the Chelsea, her beau is very sick so he has to miss band rehersal. Otherwise she was going to take us for drinks, but since I've been wasted since I got laid off, my gut hurts. I puked blood yesterday. But being in great shape and all, it hasn't hit me as hard as one would expect. After a good work out, sweating out some toxins, I'm ready for another round. This healthy thing rules.

Took a huge shit, whew.

About 6 months ago some stranger left a set of Danger Girl action figures in front of my apartment door. We never found out who or why, and I just found out that the exact same thing happened to Traz! Who the fuck did this, and why? I like them a lot, perfect looking chicks, never thought an action figure could give me a woody, but I was wrong. Thanx!

So I lounged around the house with Traz all day long in my underwear. Took a few power naps while awaiting the Simpsons, we were both feeling pretty shitty. Watched the Sunday Night Fox lineup, as usual, and had a phone war with Kla while he was at work. He must have been very bored cause he called two lines at once and trumped me with the turkey jerky. I wanted someone to come over and cuddle with me while we watch Young Guns. I should rephrase before zom takes advantage of me, some GIRL.

I can't help but wonder how I got so damn cool. I mean, really. How does someone get as super cool as I have?

posted 12-16-2002 12:40 PM            

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Originally posted by Dedly Daego:

In tow with Traz, 2 Chads, and Ben:
So, last night, went to the Big V's show, watched Billy V Gan eat an entire pizza and watched A-bomb. .

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posted 12-17-2002 03:57 AM            

The fish ran out of food last night, and the only thing that forced me to rise was the fact that Casey was coming to see Traz, and would probably be nice enough to take me to Wall-Mart to get said food. They don't sell it uptown, just the commie all natural crap. My fish hate that stuff, they are like me. My gamble paid off, and in exchange for a shower I got to go shopping.

Maria asked if she could claim ownership for my albino Betta, sicne I take less good care of because it was Tracy's fish. I said yes, and that she would have to rename it because I think that "Sammy" is a pretty shitty name.

Casey's football smells bad. I can't pinpoint the precise scent, but it sure ain't pleasant. It's nicer than my football, and when it backs up it beeps. So all the fatties and cripples know to get the fuck out of the way, cause the football is coming and you gonna get smashed if ya don't.

Tonight I picked up Hanuka candles for the menorah, half off! AND dradel shaped Chanukah drinking bottles in blue and white, complete with bendy straw. Hilarious. I gave one to Kla. "Chanukah" and "Hanuka" were spelled differently. Something is a miss.

On our way out there was some loser in line behind us with half of his shirt uncovered. It read "Turbo" so I naturally enquired if it said "Turbonegro", the kid was really scared, and shoed us that it in fact read "Turbo charged", how lame. Traz said "Oh, I thought you were an Ass Cobra." This kid was totally confused and asked for a manager. At this point some monkey faced mutant came over and he complained to her that he had just asked an employee where bookends were stored. The employee, who had worked there for 12 years, calimed that they never did and never will sell bookends. This dorky, glassed, stuttering doofus of a moron told the monkey faced managerette that that is bad buisness skill, because upon further inspection he did indeed locate the book ends. We started making fun of him right to his face, and the Wall-Mart employees started laughing. Then I remembered Columbine and hit the road.

The bell ringer was outside. The fucking bell ringer. I have always been unemployed during the season, and I hate the goddamn bell ringer. I want them to fucking die. They make me feel bad, and it isn't fair, because I'm not going to have any fancy pants holiday turkey either.

Casey looked out the side view mirrors and I said "Dude, the fats and crips know the drill. Step on it."

Traz wants "a beer". She always says A beer. She had one for breakfast, and doesn't see anything wrong with that.

So these two girls called Kla at work, said they saw him through the window and wanted to meet him tonight at this hip-hop open mic. He calls me in as his wing man. I say "Dude, you are sooo gonna meet a hiphopopotomous."

I was wrong. Dead wrong. Two smoking babes. Totally hot. We go out for coffee, and hear that the cops got the bait baby Jesuses. Like, waiting to bust kids. We decide to put it to the test.

We got the most prominent baby in the area. Oh yeah. Baby napping. Driving around, fucking with other motorists. Total kid shit. It was a blast.

So, I was digging these girls pretty hard core. For real. Totally my type of babes. Spontaneous, good looking, you know the score. Just sorta hoody sneaker gals with a couple of piercings. And when we came back to the pad the time had come to do the whole "Decide which guy you think is hot and show interest" thing. Kla don't want any part of it. He's tired, etc. He sits down, so do I. One girl takes a seat next to him, the other decides to stand for an hour. Then the sitting one moves and the standing one steals her spot, at which time the former decides to stand rather than sit next to me as well. This is sucking bad. I hate it. Then they leave around 3:30 and I stay up ALL night wondering how I suck so bad. The Daego is thinking it might be time to get a regular date.

posted 12-17-2002 06:50 AM            

Dude, this is great. This one time, while working at Pizza Luce, Ben Luce threw a urinal cake in a coworker's face with tongs. It stuck, and slowly melted off. Damn, I laughed so hard about that. Even more than I did about the shriveled up dead clown.

Is it some law that there isn't allowed to be anything interesting on late night television, and that furthermore, whatever is on has to be the crappiest of the crap? I been up ALL night ALL week. I'm typing till the fucking sun comes up and boy am I BORED! There was a party upstairs last night that went on forever too, so even if I weren't wide awake I wouldn't have been afforded the option to sleep at all.

So, due to this boredome, I read the interview with zomzom in the "then" threads. I don't gotta tell anyone around nowadays, but I am sick and fucking tired of hearing about how awful it was and how good we have it now. That's a falsehood and everyone knows it. I'd much rather drive 6 hours to be part of soemthing real rather then be afloat in all this merchandising and advertisement. We have nothing, and anyone who tries gets torn down. I can't come up with a good idea, there are already too many, too many people, too much psuedo rebellion, and too much DIY. I FUCKING HATE LIFE AND I HATE THE SCENE! There is NOTHING and I mean NOTHING worth remembering about my worthless fucking life and there isn't anything anyone can do about it. What have we to show for ourselves? Rapmetal? Hip Hop? Boy bands? The complete and total gentrification of the underground? The internet? The death of talent and focus? Emo? Indy? It's all down hill from here.

You all were given the choice to reject yours. Where the fuck is our hero?

No one sticks together, everyone is a coward. Felix said it best, no fucking valor. Except he rarely says "fucking". I am so disappointed, and this isn't some whiny complaint, it's just the facts. There isn't much fun anymore and I am just as at fault as anyone since I'm a megalomaniac and a total bastard. I want to start over. I really do. I cannot take this anymore and should probably surrender my firearms cause I get suicidal easily. I want romance and adventure and quality danger and comradery and passion and excitement and a world where there is enough to care about so I don't care how clean my goddamn apartment is and I don't sit around all day divising plots to get laid.

There is very little worth respecting, and what is isn't going to save anything. It's just history, already. We live in a world of instant classics. Very little has to prove itself any longer, cause the bar is soooooo low.

Even the best of you will argue fashion, it proves your worth.

I don't want a sprawling comic collection and the boatloads of expensive interesting crap that I have. I don't want to be shallow and elitist and better than everyone else. I'm sick of entertaining myself with tired old Nazi humor and offending morons. I don't want to have to prove anything anymore. I just want a reason to get up in the morning other than: if you don't you'll be homeless. I want something to look forward to other than wet dreams and annoying zomzom. Anything.

I need to be set free, but there's nothing on the other side of this fence. Nothing but old age and hypocrisy. Pain and suffering. Depression and denial. Hair loss and medication.

I have day dreams about violence on a constant basis. Even more than sex.

I am obsessed with my appearance. My dad aged very, very poorly. My time is short. I have to make the best of it and time is flying by.

Compliments are a waste of time. They embarass everyone involved. We've all got a fucking mirror, we can see the truth.

I only want what I cannot have.

I'm only bringing my stupid band back cause it seems like the right thing to do, even though it isn't. And I know it. Doesn't mean shit to me anyways. Just proving a point I already proved to myself. Fucking masturbation.

My fucking book. My fucking book isn't going to mean fucking shit to any-fucking-one. I don't even fucking know why I even fucking bother.

Athena is a fat hog.

posted 12-17-2002 04:36 PM            

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Originally posted by The Artful Dodger:
[B]you know what you need? A little red Santa hat!
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posted 12-18-2002 12:02 PM            

The restaurant closing party. It went on ALL NIGHT. I saw those scumy crusty mexifucks outside when I went to move Kla's car from the tow zone, and guess who's tires are slashed this morning? You guessed it. He asks our neighbor about it, she says they weren't here, but I fucking saw them. They were waiting for me to return from moving the car, but I fooled them, being that they are inferior to me, and went around the side of the building. They were all in the alley, real tough stinky cockroaches that they are, so I stuck out my tongue, flipped the bird, and came upstairs. I think it's about time I call my associates around here and run some motherfuckers outta town for good. I don't think they'd be missed either relocated south of the border or in the Mississippi.

Another day watching the clock crawl.

No breakfast, er lunch, er whatever. Traz was wrong about the odd and even shit for unemployment, so I still don't know if I'm gonna get it or not. Probably not. All I get are exotic dieseases, rejection, and backlash.

Down to $10. Someone better like me at the T-Rock tonight.

I added about 20 more pounds tot he bench press in the middle of my last workout, but didn't really notice it until today. Man am I in pain. Took a shower, whitened teeth, shaved the mug, boxed the clown. Threw darts at a Code 13 7" cause Felix has forsaken my laundry.

Sammy has been renamed "Aquazom". This, I find amusing. Officially added his ranks to Hanzo the Razor (he is the leader), Destructocon the Cyborgbarian, Matlock, Cliff, and Tetsuo the Iron Man. They are formidable. Teenage Mutant Ninja Bettas.

Traz is forcing me to tolerate the White Stripes, which is pure torture, they offend me personally. That ugly little pug bitch who can't even drum and old slouch the gut. Both the fucks need to spend some time outdoors and play in the traffic. Hey kids, looks like you could use a haircut. Let me just fire up the old chainsaw here.

Pretty much hung out w/ Traz all evening doing nothing. We went for a walk in the rain, some bum accosted us in the alley and I kicked the holy hell out of him, that was fun. We got microwave dinners and all that jazz.

I wanted to go to the Triple Reich tonight really bad. For real. And Iw aited around for Kla tog et back but went stir crazy, so traz and I took a cab. We were really excited to get out of the house. So we did. When we got there we thought we saw zomzom at the bar, but we were wrong. Too much hair. The entire evening was spent getting thoroughly hamered because it is obvious that Billy thinks it is funny to get me drunk, and he is right. I met a girl and I am taking her to Lord of the Rings today, no that is a lie, girls don't like me.

Hung out with Mob Chad, Minders, Aspirin, and a bunch of other fucks too. It was a gay time.

I don't remember anything else, there is a coke mirror on the coffee table, the house is a mess, my nose is full of hard snot, I smell bad. What happened?

posted 12-18-2002 03:27 PM         

(blank screen, circus music playing for 8 hours)

posted 12-19-2002 01:58 AM            

Ok. Someone tried to get in my house prior to 7 am. My X is on my cel voice mail. She don't need to be comin round at no 7 am yo. Something about bringing a ray of sunshine into my life. My suspicion is crystal meth.

2fisted is making TCPunk "ADITL" shirts that say "I (heart) Daego" on the back. Better get your orders in quick. I think it's funny, but the more I go out the more I find out just how many people really read this drivel. I'm wearing mine everywhere everyday of the rest of my life. Currently casting the feature length presentation. I think I'll have Brad Pitt play me and Stallone can be Kla. Perhaps I'll attract a benefactor Pip style.

I like tits. A lot. I like to touch them and make the nipples get hard. I especially like the pierced kinds. SOOOO COOL! I like munchin box on skinny girls too. Old squirmy.

Sold a huge pile of crap records to Mark Nelson today at ENR for breakfast money. 20 records for a nickle each. The OTM track was playing from the new comp. What a coincidence. We really were the coolest thing you've ever heard. God I'm awesome!

Traz hangs a picture of me in the bathroom from years ago. All skinny and kiddy. And then another in comparison for who I am now. Dude, I'm now like two of me then. I got so huge, and not in the Athena way. That working out shit rules.

Called the girl I met last night for our Lord of the Rings Date. Then I went to breakfast at the Uptown. See, I got a problem with hash browns. They aren't fucking food. All they do is take up space that good food could be placed in and cost money. I don't fucking want them and I demand to be offered a substitute. Even toast is better than hash fucking browns. Yuckity yuck, fucking boring. And salt, there is a fine art to distributing salt properly. If you fuck up, it's all over, the meal is ruined. If you don't use enough, the bite is wasted. Woe is me. From now on, be very careful with your salt.

I was supposed to wake up early and go snowboarding, but it didn't work out that way. Instead I got whiskey/coffee and continued being WASTED from last night. Walked around in the beautiful uptown weather with Traz for a while looking for a Wedge community paper, cause there is an article about some sick fucks who cut up "rats", made them into sandwiches, and put them in the Super America on Lyndale. Gross! Who would do such a terrbile thing? Then I got hit hard. Fucking exhausted. If I get laid tonight, I am going to be awful. Plus I am fucking broke. DEAD broke. Oh shit.

Went to Bob's for the very first time in my life today. Saw Arney there, got coffee. No biggy.

Thought about my birthday last year when Kla and I got super smashed at the ski area. We were so drunkt hat we walked around barefoot and told girls we were in Rancid. It was priceless. So for the last run Kla convinces my hammered, nearly blind, dumb ass to do a double black diamond run. Next thing you know I'm on a bench, surrounded by children. Mad Max style. It was weird. I cannot move. Fucking crippled. Horrendous pain shooting through my back. I'm fucked. Somehow I manage to hobble to the car, which was like marching across fucking Poland. It was an awful lake of freezeness. When Kla finally found me the cops had been chasing him. The ski people called us in for being way too drunk, and the cops brought a fucking breathalizer with them! They were searching to get us for good, but we made a daring escape. I ended up in the hospital and couldn't get out of bed on my own for weeks. Donique sorta took care of me.

I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning for you.

Its a good thing I hide Wendy's napkins in the bathroom. Otherwise it woulda been arabian style on the pot today.

I wanna meet another girl named Morgan or Charlie. That really turns me on. Then again, I only got like 3 years till I'm gonna start dating Traz's little sister anyway, and trade her in for the younger model in another 14.

My ENR shirt that I commandeered from Traz has disappeared. Vanished. It's totally gone, which sucks cause I look GREAT in that shirt.

I shower twice a day, every day. Sometimes even more than that. I cannot go more than 12 hours without a shower. I'm addicted, I always have been. I don't know why. Found some blue Wranglers in a box in my closet, weird, I'm wearing a color. I only ever wore colors at shows.

Hung out in the alley by myself for about an hour pacing with no purpose. Checked my e-mail about a zillion times. No mail.

Chad the MOB skin, who actually has hair, and I went EVERYWHERE! Started off at the T-Rock where we hung out with Billy and TicTac and discussed Nintendo, action figures, and general bullshit. None of us knwo anyone who has ever ebaten the first Castlevania. I told the story about how it is unbeatable, and I have come closer than anyone has ever. It's a long boring story, but if you are into that sort of thing, it's riveting. From there we went to Grumpy's, nothing was happening, se we ditched and checked out the Rock-A-Billy thing at Lee's. Nothing there either, so we moved to the Dragon, no seat, relocated again. Decided to see if I would be let into the CC. Oh yeah. they fucking laughed me out the door. The moment I walked inthe door girl freaked out, hands held out and all. "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! I'm sorry Daego, but you are SOOOOOOOO 86ed!". Ha ha. So we decided to go to this strip club in North East. Mad hot gals. I mean, for real. Nicest body I have ever seen ever. Big buck teeth and all, and I love big buck teeth and tanned bodies. Long blonde hair.

Oh yeah, my date stood me up totally. Now we hate eachother because I decided.

After the tit club we stuck our heads in at Grumpy's NE and it was a post office. All mail.

At this point we alsmot drove to meet some people at Grumpy's in Coon Rapids. What a Grumpy's Night it's been.

Went back to Grumpy's downtown. Talked with Paddy, who has been accosted due to this thread by people wanting job. Hilarious. We talked about being antiheroes and how it has affected out lives, and how he is totally a Paddy and I'm totally a Daego. It couldn't any other way. Paddy sees me in the truth, which is weird. He says "Man, everytime I've ever seen you kick someone's ass they were asking for it, and you ain't been wrong since I met you." gotta love that cat. Even though he is the Shitty Pages cover story. I fell in love with this waitress named Rita and asked if she wanted to do a fake Elvis marriage with me tonight, and if I suck she can always hit the road, since it's fake. Man, what a doll, good humored too. I plan to pursue her romantically. Yeah right. Like I got a chance. Any woman who read this would know better!

Stole a tin of home made cookies from Timmy the Fish. Ha ha. I got cookies.

Kla was watching the Rob Nelson show, apparently it sucks. From the teens I over heard complaining about drinking issues, I agree. Your problem, baby, is that you can't hold your liquor.

Came home, gave up. Tomorrow I'm gonna go see Casey's band again. I want to go stalk Rita, but that's sleazy.

posted 12-19-2002 07:01 PM            

Associated Press

Published Dec. 19, 2002

ROYAL OAK, Mich. -- Hundreds of guinea pigs did so much damage to a house that authorities called in a demolition crew to raze it.

The owner had given more than 440 guinea pigs free run of his house in a prosperous subdivision of brick ranch houses near Detroit. On Monday, a demolition crew leveled the three-bedroom house and hauled away the rubble.

A social worker who intervened on behalf of the owner's family first told officials about the infestation. The owner had lived in the house for 15 years.

The rodents were crawling through every room as well as in the walls, duct work and furnace, said city building department spokesman Robert Hudson. Urine had soaked through the subfloors into the basement.

``The guys went in with the fire department, and they had to wear full respiration gear like they would wear at a fire,'' Hudson said. ``I stood by the door and my eyes were burning.''

The owner fed the animals from plastic children's swimming pools and laid sheets down on the floors to collect the waste, which he would haul out to the backyard.

City officials said they know little about the homeowner, now believed to be living in assisted care.

posted 12-19-2002 10:48 PM            

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Originally posted by Dedly Daego:

Walked around in the beautiful uptown weather with Traz for a while looking for a Wedge community paper, cause there is an article about some sick fucks who cut up "rats", made them into sandwiches, and put them in the Super America on Lyndale. Gross! Who would do such a terrbile thing? [This message has been edited by Dedly Daego (edited 12-19-2002).]

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posted 12-19-2002 11:59 PM            

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Originally posted by greasy*spoon:
Hmmm... You're the first person I thought of upon reading said article.

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posted 12-20-2002 08:35 AM            

Southwest Journal (Mpls)
December 06, 2002

Employee smells a rat, discovers fowl sandwiches

By Kevin Featherly

Someone has a new idea for what Superamerica's menu ought to include.
A manager at Lowry Hill East (Wedge) neighborhood Superamerica store, 2200 Lyndale Ave., told police that at some point between 1:30 a.m. and 4:30 a.m. on Nov. 23, someone slipped into the store and left five sandwiches atop the sandwich bin.
Police said the sandwiches left behind contained chicken feet and various fowl organs, along with rats.
A manager who asked not to be named said it was obvious the sandwiches left in the bin did not belong there: they bore fake "Superamerica" stickers obviously generated on a computer, he said. The manager said an employee who stocks sandwiches made the gruesome discovery and removed the items.
A second manager told police that the same thing happened a month earlier at the store. However, the first manager told the Southwest Journal he was unaware of any previous report since he began working at the store last summer.
"They stood out," the first manager said. "They used regular bread. It looked like a sore-thumb thing, because it was nothing like what is made at Supermom's bakery."
The manager on duty the day of the incident told police that the store would keep the evidence in a freezer for "safekeeping."