and i’m going to see rhett miller (pretty boy), dashboard confessional (emo man), and hot rod circuit (uh.) and noise ratchet (who the fuck thought of that name?).

i spent most of my day at work staring at a computer screen updating a registry. so, aibo’s got a skateboard now, huh? you get a robot, or you get a dog. you do not get a robot dog. i’d rather get one of those robot vacuums, and laugh at the suckers vacuuming using their hands. i’d take it over to people’s houses and have them vacuum half the room while i vacuumed the other half with my robot. or maybe i’d rather just have thundercleese.

now, i don’t know about you, but after being disappointed by XXX, i’m ready for extreme ops to be well, extreme, i guess. only steven seagal can rival that kind of artistry in filmmaking.

by the way, it’s not as if i’m not looking forward to the show tonight. it’ll be the second show i’ve been to here, the first being at the knitting factory, and i didn’t like the venue or the actual band we went to see so much (nikhil), but i did catch los halos beforehand, and that was nice. on saturday i’m headed to the spaceland to see damien jurado and songs: ohia. i haven’t even gotten the gathered in song record yet, but here’s a piece of the action i’m sure you’ve heard elsewhere, but just in case: paperwings.mp3 enjoy.

i’ve seen it a few times, and i still think the twins are probably the scariest, with the lady with the sores on her body in a close second. the funny thing is, i couldn’t stop laughing when the blood came out of the elevators, because i kept thinking about that simpsons episode where the blood got off on the wrong floor.

in any case, a masterful film; the dualism motif was the best. the whole thing about it being a social commentary on the US’s dealings with Native Americans was a interesting, too, although a far stretch for some.

the possibility that you have childhood amnesia is more likely than you think. i’m not exactly sure if i have it, but chances are, i do, seeing as i can’t remember much of anything when i was younger. except for the traumatic stuff, i gather - you know, falling into a rosebush, stepping on a nail, cutting my hand open while trying to vivisect a golf ball.
 
most of what i do know is all remembered through pictures; i remember a picture of one of my youngest birthdays, and blowing out the candles on my cake. i remember because there’s a picture of me doing so in one of my parent’s photo albums. not because i can specifically recall such occassion.
 
now, my point: if we could remember these things, i mean, assuming most people don’t, would we be better or worse off? i say this because i’ve been having nervous bouts of nostalgia here - without the familiarity of landscape and smell and design of seattle; it’s really easy to get off track and think about the shade of leaves on the still green grass in the fall in seattle. if i could remember how much simpler and happier things were when i was younger, would i have trouble functioning today?.
 
enough of that. yes, i’m back, for the time being. and i’m hoping to have much, much more content than ever before. prizes and games and…well, not really. but here. remember the season premier of scrubs? pretty badass, huh? well, i got somethin’. want some? have some: overkill.mp3

yeah, that’s right, it’s a collection of old stuff. i’ve listened to it a few times since i’ve gotten it, and wasn’t completely disappointed - there are some highlights of older stuff that’s quite rough and recommended if unfun is your favorite album. otherwise, there’s some stuff that i enjoyed nearing the end of the record, because i’ve always been a bigger fan of later jawbreaker, especially 24 hour revenge therapy.