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March 30th, 2004

There's a man going round taking names... [Mar. 30th, 2004|10:03 am]
Sean
[Your mom ain't listening to |Johnny Cash - When The Man Comes Around]

I demand that someone put a stop to people who videotape movies in theaters. These people are some of the lowest forms of life imaginable. At least the ones who can't seem to record a decent copy of a film. I don't want to lose any of the movie, especially crucial plot points. I especially don't want to hear what the idiots in your audience had to say during the movie. If what you have is shitty, then keep it to yourself.

This message from an irate snob.

BTW, I got around to figuring out how to load up bin/iso files. I already knew how, I'm just an idiot and forgot. If you can find a Mac equivalent of Daemon tools, then you ought to be able to play them Jen. If not, then I guess you're screwed.
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Oops I crapped my pants! [Mar. 30th, 2004|03:19 pm]
Sean
[Your mom ain't listening to |Milla Jovovich - Holy Fall]

Why is it that officials within the administration look constipated when they're smiling? Just look at Rummy. He's about to drop a log cabin in his pants.
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I wish I was half-electronic... [Mar. 30th, 2004|05:02 pm]
Sean
[Your mom ain't listening to |Lisa Germano - From A Shell]

I'm very restless this afternoon. I'm in need of something that I can't discern. And White Castle. Mmm, White Castle. I'm having withdrawl pangs. It could just be that I'm having Cincinnati withdrawl. I had a craving for some Price Hill Chili bacon last night.

It seems that my mind may be broken. I've suspected as much since last Thursday when I thought I heard Jen in the stairwell of her apartment building when she was obviously still at work. That's a lie. I've suspected that my mind is broken for longer than I recall. The last three weeks have simply increased the nagging in the back of my head that says something is wrong with the world. Everything feels alien to me these days unless I'm on auto-pilot. I woke up this morning and it took me a few minutes to realize where I was. The fact that my bed has moved is partly to blame, but it still concerns me. I may be willing to blame being out of town for a week for that one as well. *shrugs* Gam zeh ya'avor.

Today reeks of zombie flesh and blood soaked canines. At least it would if my music choices for the day had anything to do with it.

Just random song lyricsCollapse )
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(no subject) [Mar. 30th, 2004|05:12 pm]
Sean
Anyone know how to write in hebrew?
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...makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her... [Mar. 30th, 2004|06:22 pm]
Sean
[Somedays I feel a little: |contemplativecontemplative]
[Your mom ain't listening to |Counting Crows - A Long December]

Time has a habit of changing one's perspective on things, of shifting your interpretation of everything, be it the past, the present, music, politics, Life, The Universe, anything and everything.

Anna Begins would probably be ranked in my Top Five favorite songs of all time, probably fighting for first with Don McLean's American Pie. In the past, I always viewed it as a love song about a couple trying to make it through a rough patch where they don't want to admit that they love each other because it'd be easier not to. It occurred to me, while listening to the song last night prior to drifting off to sleep, that it's an unrequited love song. Not once do we hear about Anna loving him back. Duritz sings on and on about whether it's love or not, about how every little thing she does makes him question how he feels, but not once does he have a thing to say about her feelings. I finally realized that all he's doing is reaching out for any little thing he can to hold on to her (or even his fading memories of her). In the end, she fades away, not just leaving him alone but disappearing from even his memory.

I should take this knowledge to heart.
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