It's All In The Jersey, Baby
So here I am, getting off a long day of work, and I'm ready to unwind. Of course, this means getting out of my business casual threads, and into my exponentially more comfortable pajama pants and Flyers jersey.
Anyway, hunger pangs creep in, so I opt for a quick bowl of Kraft Dinner. Now, I don't know how often you consume this fine meal, but I sure as shit survive on it some days. Regardless, they're running a contest, wherein you go to the website (www.shoottowin.ca), enter your special code from specially marked products, and play a little game. It breaks down like this: you pick which goalie you want to face, then the target, type of shot and position. It's all a cute distraction from the fact that you're not winning a damn thing, but it kills the time while your KD cooks, so I do so whenever I'm cooking it.
Anyway, a few minutes ago, I decided to face Ed Belfour, aim my shot under the arm blocker side with a slapper from the right. It's all academic, as inevitably he makes a "spectacular " save, and I don't get shit. Except tonight, I blasted that fucker by him. I was like, "Huh? That wasn't supposed to happen." Then I got excited, as a fantastic prize could await me, should I know the answer to their grade 2 level skill testing question.
This is a lot of build up to tell you I won a $5 face tattoo of a random NHL team, isn't it? Let's just hope irony doesn't smack me upside the head, and that they don't send me a tat of the Leafs. The funny part is, though (aside from the totally whack fact that you can't pick what team you get), the fact that it's going to take between TWELVE and SIXTEEN weeks for the fucking thing to show up in my mailbox! By that time, hockey season is way the fuck over. Oh well... there's always next year, as they say.
March 31, 2004
March 29, 2004
Tattered Pride
Written January 2004
The majority of people, if you ask them, would tell you that they are not racist or homophobic. With that said, I find it amazing that, when people considered "minorities", or those of "alternative" sexual preferences wish to make choices for their own betterment and advancement (that have no effect on us as self-proclaimed "normal" people), all of a sudden it's a national fucking crisis of "morality". Imagine being told who you can or cannot marry, or being beaten to death over what you do in the privacy of your bedroom. Show me a man who says we've come a long way since the days of sending blacks to the back of the bus, and I'll show you someone who's full of shit.
I've known plenty of people in my life thus far who have been of other races or sexual preferences. I have never wanted to tie one of them to the tailgate of a truck and drag them down the street, nor have I felt the desire to dictate whether or not they can legally spend their lives with someone they loved, because they are still PEOPLE. The sooner we realize this, and grant EVERYONE the same set of basic human rights, the sooner we can move forward as a human race.
(Chorus)
Half dead at the gates, we heard your broken breathing
We thought you'd been shot, but looks can be deceiving
You were coming apart from the inside
Some kind of supplanted suicide
The television ticker creeps with uncertainty
Telephone trials and nation-wide emergencies
Now they're calling off the dogs
They whimpered and winced at the thought
No one's gonna crack the firecracker mystery
The bombs are gonna fall with funeral intensity
No use climbing up the walls
There's no more home at all
You threw your hands up, now
Put the gas on high and struck a match
But no one noticed the explosion
You were exploding
Repeat chorus
The question arises, who's gonna trust you?
The only ones talking ae the ones who have fucked you
The congress hushes as the zippers drop
Oh, it just never stops
You threw your hands up, now
Got down on your knees and opened wide
But no one knew that, in your own way
You were exploding
Repeat chorus
Take off your tattered pride
Dust it off and hold it high
"If everyone else is alive, then why aren't I?"
Believing's not a crime
Show no shame, you'll do no time
"If everyone else can be fine, then why can't I?"
Everyone deserves some respect
Everyone deserves some respect
Everyone deserves some respect
Everyone deserves some respect
Respect
Respect
Respect
Respect
Respect
Respect
Respect
RESPECT.
Written January 2004
The majority of people, if you ask them, would tell you that they are not racist or homophobic. With that said, I find it amazing that, when people considered "minorities", or those of "alternative" sexual preferences wish to make choices for their own betterment and advancement (that have no effect on us as self-proclaimed "normal" people), all of a sudden it's a national fucking crisis of "morality". Imagine being told who you can or cannot marry, or being beaten to death over what you do in the privacy of your bedroom. Show me a man who says we've come a long way since the days of sending blacks to the back of the bus, and I'll show you someone who's full of shit.
I've known plenty of people in my life thus far who have been of other races or sexual preferences. I have never wanted to tie one of them to the tailgate of a truck and drag them down the street, nor have I felt the desire to dictate whether or not they can legally spend their lives with someone they loved, because they are still PEOPLE. The sooner we realize this, and grant EVERYONE the same set of basic human rights, the sooner we can move forward as a human race.
(Chorus)
Half dead at the gates, we heard your broken breathing
We thought you'd been shot, but looks can be deceiving
You were coming apart from the inside
Some kind of supplanted suicide
The television ticker creeps with uncertainty
Telephone trials and nation-wide emergencies
Now they're calling off the dogs
They whimpered and winced at the thought
No one's gonna crack the firecracker mystery
The bombs are gonna fall with funeral intensity
No use climbing up the walls
There's no more home at all
You threw your hands up, now
Put the gas on high and struck a match
But no one noticed the explosion
You were exploding
Repeat chorus
The question arises, who's gonna trust you?
The only ones talking ae the ones who have fucked you
The congress hushes as the zippers drop
Oh, it just never stops
You threw your hands up, now
Got down on your knees and opened wide
But no one knew that, in your own way
You were exploding
Repeat chorus
Take off your tattered pride
Dust it off and hold it high
"If everyone else is alive, then why aren't I?"
Believing's not a crime
Show no shame, you'll do no time
"If everyone else can be fine, then why can't I?"
Everyone deserves some respect
Everyone deserves some respect
Everyone deserves some respect
Everyone deserves some respect
Respect
Respect
Respect
Respect
Respect
Respect
Respect
RESPECT.
Designer Thorns
Written March 26, 2004
Sometimes, you just wish that the foretold second coming of Jesus Christ was something other than a marketing tool, used to instill fear into the impressionable and finance the mult-billion dollar juggernaut that is Religion, Inc. One needs look no further than the success of a recent "biblical epic" (scare tactic) at the theatres. Indeed, sometimes you wish that the stories you heard in Sunday school were all true, and that good ol' JC was just watching us pathetic creations wander about aimlessly, waiting for the right moment to pounce...
I'm getting tired of my mallcore generation
Flat out refusing to think for ourselves
Our hobbies these days include MTV and masturbation
Too blind to see we're on a collision course with hell
Hey, it's getting hot in here
Would you mind, would you mind if I took off these shackles?
Jesus! Don't fail me now
The time has come for smiting
You can show 'em holes in your hands
But nobody's biting
Nobody's biting
Another day, another war, we're so damn predictable
And all us sinners caught in the corporate shrapnel blast
Lives dictated by brand names, it's gotten so despicable
A never ending ad campaign trail that leads to our last mass
Hey, answer a prayer or two
Would you mind, would you mind maybe wiping this plague out?
Jesus! Don't bail on me now
We need the final sighting
Crown of designer thorns and some wrath
It's all in the timing
Strike while they're buying
There's never been a better time for revenge...
Written March 26, 2004
Sometimes, you just wish that the foretold second coming of Jesus Christ was something other than a marketing tool, used to instill fear into the impressionable and finance the mult-billion dollar juggernaut that is Religion, Inc. One needs look no further than the success of a recent "biblical epic" (scare tactic) at the theatres. Indeed, sometimes you wish that the stories you heard in Sunday school were all true, and that good ol' JC was just watching us pathetic creations wander about aimlessly, waiting for the right moment to pounce...
I'm getting tired of my mallcore generation
Flat out refusing to think for ourselves
Our hobbies these days include MTV and masturbation
Too blind to see we're on a collision course with hell
Hey, it's getting hot in here
Would you mind, would you mind if I took off these shackles?
Jesus! Don't fail me now
The time has come for smiting
You can show 'em holes in your hands
But nobody's biting
Nobody's biting
Another day, another war, we're so damn predictable
And all us sinners caught in the corporate shrapnel blast
Lives dictated by brand names, it's gotten so despicable
A never ending ad campaign trail that leads to our last mass
Hey, answer a prayer or two
Would you mind, would you mind maybe wiping this plague out?
Jesus! Don't bail on me now
We need the final sighting
Crown of designer thorns and some wrath
It's all in the timing
Strike while they're buying
There's never been a better time for revenge...
March 23, 2004
It Hasn't Been Two Weeks Yet, But...
For those of you who still give a flying fuck, here's your update.
The weekend was pretty nice, mainly because I got to see my kids for the first time in three months. Although, I only got to spend a couple of hours with them... but hey, it's better than nothing, i guess. Still, I think it may soon be time to go to the courts and work out a visiting schedule. When a man is spending more time of his life shitting than seeing his children, there's problems afoot.
Anyway, i also got to catch up with Randy and the family in Woodstock. He was kind enough to play me a recording of the last gNosh show (can't wait for the album), and introduce me to "Kids Show". I will never be the same.
Other than that, it was a fairly tame weekend, though I did get my drink on with Earl on Saturday night in F-city. It's clear to me, though, that drinking just isn't what it used to be anymore. We ended up doing practically the same shit we would have done if we were stone sober, which kind of defeats the purpose a little. Regardless, I've got some practicing to do if I'm going to be ready for this year's Pub Crawl (tentatively set for May 15).
So now, I'm back in the 'chi, having completed day one of yet another six day work week. My fucking neck hurts again, and I just hope it's a temporary pain that will be gone tomorrow, and not a repeat of the excruciating ordeal that prompted a Pissing Vinegar a few months back (although, I admit, if something WOULD prompt a PV, I'd probably get a little more traffic to the site).
Anyway, I'm tired and sore, and I think I'll go to bed. As a quick note before I take my leave, I'll point you to my fiancee's LiveJournal, which I stumbled upon a few minutes ago and, indirectly, reminded me to update this thing. And you know, the fact that I didn't even know about it reminds me that Carrie and I may be drifting apart a little, what with my fucked up work schedule and all. With that in mind, I've got to go to bed and tell somebody I love them. And your project for today, friends, is to tell someone the same. Spread your message around like peanut butter on a hooker's ass cheeks, and breathe in the sweet, sweet aroma of love.
Am I the only one who found that last line disturbing?
Meh... just go to Carrie's journal.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/marzipan_284
For those of you who still give a flying fuck, here's your update.
The weekend was pretty nice, mainly because I got to see my kids for the first time in three months. Although, I only got to spend a couple of hours with them... but hey, it's better than nothing, i guess. Still, I think it may soon be time to go to the courts and work out a visiting schedule. When a man is spending more time of his life shitting than seeing his children, there's problems afoot.
Anyway, i also got to catch up with Randy and the family in Woodstock. He was kind enough to play me a recording of the last gNosh show (can't wait for the album), and introduce me to "Kids Show". I will never be the same.
Other than that, it was a fairly tame weekend, though I did get my drink on with Earl on Saturday night in F-city. It's clear to me, though, that drinking just isn't what it used to be anymore. We ended up doing practically the same shit we would have done if we were stone sober, which kind of defeats the purpose a little. Regardless, I've got some practicing to do if I'm going to be ready for this year's Pub Crawl (tentatively set for May 15).
So now, I'm back in the 'chi, having completed day one of yet another six day work week. My fucking neck hurts again, and I just hope it's a temporary pain that will be gone tomorrow, and not a repeat of the excruciating ordeal that prompted a Pissing Vinegar a few months back (although, I admit, if something WOULD prompt a PV, I'd probably get a little more traffic to the site).
Anyway, I'm tired and sore, and I think I'll go to bed. As a quick note before I take my leave, I'll point you to my fiancee's LiveJournal, which I stumbled upon a few minutes ago and, indirectly, reminded me to update this thing. And you know, the fact that I didn't even know about it reminds me that Carrie and I may be drifting apart a little, what with my fucked up work schedule and all. With that in mind, I've got to go to bed and tell somebody I love them. And your project for today, friends, is to tell someone the same. Spread your message around like peanut butter on a hooker's ass cheeks, and breathe in the sweet, sweet aroma of love.
Am I the only one who found that last line disturbing?
Meh... just go to Carrie's journal.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/marzipan_284
March 17, 2004
BI-WEEKLY WILLIE UPDATE
Okay, so I've been a little lazy. Such is life, friends. Honestly, though, recently I haven't been all that creative. Work has me away from home until after midnight, and for some reason I can't seem to get those creative juices flowing all that often.
Regardless, let's not hit the panic button just yet. I am still adjusting to my new job and its whacked out schedule of 6 day work wee, followed by 4 day work week (what kind of company starts their pay week on a Saturday anyway?). Give it a little patience, and I'll give the promise of more regular updates in the near future... maybe even that long-ago promised Pissing Vinegar.
Anyway, I'm super-psyched for this weekend, as I've officially been given Friday off. That's important, as I get to go to Woodstock to see the children... both my own and Randy's (if he's around, Derrick counts under the latter category... blow Leafs blow!) Also this weekend is a great show in the works, with Moment of Inertia (whose self-titled debut EP blew me away) and Oval Window playing Saturday night in F-city (I believe the show takes place at the Chestnut... better double check). As I said, it should be a fantastic show, and I hope I can make it into F-city to check it out.
On a kind of unrelated topic, I've been listening to the Liars' "They Were Wrong So We Drowned" practically nonstop since downloading it from their own official site earlier today. I wrote a long-winded review on GWN, so I won't bore those who have already read it with a regurgitation here. I will, however, direct you to http://www.liarsliarsliars.com/downloads.html so you can listen for yourself. Be warned... mainstream rock fans need NOT fucking apply, because this shit's off in another solar system, G.
RANDOM THOUGHTS...
* I think I'd actually rather enjoy recording a song with Pimp Tea.
* I think I'd actually rather enjoy getting off my lazy ass and recording a proper song or two of my own. "Smoking In A Sandstorm" was a LONG fucking time ago.
* Maybe I'll do a song for this year's Pub Crawl CD (tentative date: May 15 in F-city).
* The Passion Of The Christ = The Jesus Chainsaw Massacre.
* Creed = Crucifixion.
* Willie = Tired. Good night.
Okay, so I've been a little lazy. Such is life, friends. Honestly, though, recently I haven't been all that creative. Work has me away from home until after midnight, and for some reason I can't seem to get those creative juices flowing all that often.
Regardless, let's not hit the panic button just yet. I am still adjusting to my new job and its whacked out schedule of 6 day work wee, followed by 4 day work week (what kind of company starts their pay week on a Saturday anyway?). Give it a little patience, and I'll give the promise of more regular updates in the near future... maybe even that long-ago promised Pissing Vinegar.
Anyway, I'm super-psyched for this weekend, as I've officially been given Friday off. That's important, as I get to go to Woodstock to see the children... both my own and Randy's (if he's around, Derrick counts under the latter category... blow Leafs blow!) Also this weekend is a great show in the works, with Moment of Inertia (whose self-titled debut EP blew me away) and Oval Window playing Saturday night in F-city (I believe the show takes place at the Chestnut... better double check). As I said, it should be a fantastic show, and I hope I can make it into F-city to check it out.
On a kind of unrelated topic, I've been listening to the Liars' "They Were Wrong So We Drowned" practically nonstop since downloading it from their own official site earlier today. I wrote a long-winded review on GWN, so I won't bore those who have already read it with a regurgitation here. I will, however, direct you to http://www.liarsliarsliars.com/downloads.html so you can listen for yourself. Be warned... mainstream rock fans need NOT fucking apply, because this shit's off in another solar system, G.
RANDOM THOUGHTS...
* I think I'd actually rather enjoy recording a song with Pimp Tea.
* I think I'd actually rather enjoy getting off my lazy ass and recording a proper song or two of my own. "Smoking In A Sandstorm" was a LONG fucking time ago.
* Maybe I'll do a song for this year's Pub Crawl CD (tentative date: May 15 in F-city).
* The Passion Of The Christ = The Jesus Chainsaw Massacre.
* Creed = Crucifixion.
* Willie = Tired. Good night.
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