a night on addison

not to much different than any other weekend, but it was reminiscent of times past when alan and i used to spend every weekend in addison living it up amongst the intoxicated, the scantily clad, the bikers, the hordes of beautiful people out to enjoy an evening on the town away from work, from worries, from concerns, from real life.

we started out at the 'former' happy place; hooters cause i spent to much time on the discovery channel watching shark week and commercials of pro-crabbers and spent the day dreaming of crab and wings and beer and tits. we had our crab and our wings and our beer and tits and ended up at snookies dreaming of younger times with depeche mode and billy idol and the cult and cake and other wonderul groups intent on making us happy with our beers and our vodka and our shots enhanced by more beautiful women and MLS and memories of times past. text messages were traded with others unable to attend and glances were traded with those able to attend. the greatest desire was to hop on the scooter and ride until i couldn't, but a tradeoff was made for the scooter to take it out on a beautiful sunday. the sunday i hope i can enjoy. until then, i'll download 'clean', 'rock 'n' roll lifestyle', 'halo', and 'just like you' and end the evening on an upnote.

hug yer dog mer.

fer the guys

1. How many men does it take to open a beer? None. It should be open by the time she brings it.
2. Why is a laundromat a bad place to pick up women? Because a woman who can't even afford a washing machine will probably never be able to support you.
3. Why do women have smaller feet than men? It's one of those "evolutionary things" that allows them to stand closer to the kitchen sink.
4. How do you fix a woman's watch? You don't, there's a clock on the oven.
5. Why do men break wind more than women? Because women don't shutup long enough to build up the required pressure.
6. If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife is yelling at the front, who do you let in first?
The dog of course, he'll shut up once you let him in.
7. What's worse than a male chauvanist pig? A woman who won't do as she's told.
8. I married Miss Right. I just didn't know her first name was Always.
9. I haven't spoken to my wife in 18 months: I don't like to interrupt her.
10. Scientist have discovered a food that diminishes a women sex drive up to 90%, it's called a wedding cake.
11. Marriage is a 3 ring circus. Engagement ring, Wedding ring, Suffering.
12. Our last fight was my fault, my wife asked "What's on TV "?, I said dust!
13. Why do men die before their wives? Because they want to.
14. A beggar walked up to a well dressed woman on Rodeo drive and said "I haven't eaten in three days" She looks at him and says " God I wish I had your willpower".
15. Young son:"Dad is it true in Africa a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her"? Dad: That happens in all countries son."
16. The most effective way to remember your wifes birthday is to forget it once.
17. Women will never be equal to a man until they can walk down the street with a bald head a beer belly and still think they're beautiful.
18. A man put an ad in the paper "Wife Wanted" the next day he receives over a hundred replies all saying the same thing,...."You can have mine"!

two-faced cunts of the world, unite

So, J and i are driving back to work after lunch today and we've stopped at two large scale book retailers in search of a little known book called the Bourne Identity. I can't figure out why i couldn't find it anywhere. Anyways, we pull up to a light behind this woman in a minivan and as we glance thru the back window, we both see her haul off and whack the piss outta her kid. this wasn't a slap or a pop or a spanking, this was reminiscent of the video that was passed around on the internet about a year ago of the woman in the parking lot, savagely beating her child. This woman didn't continue with a hidden joy in her eye as the woman from the video, but you could make out the hatred this woman from the minivan had as she fucked up her kid. That was enough to piss me off and bark out (even though she couldn't hear me) how much of a bitch she was. Then J points out that she's got this sticker on her bumper that says something to the effect of "women of the earth, reclaiming birth" with the picture of a loving mother holding her newborn in her hands. i was ready to climb out of the truck and go give this woman a taste of her own medicine. Now i may or may not have kids someday, but if i'm gonna fuck 'em up like that, in public, i'll at least make sure i have my "my daddy drinks because i cry" sticker on my bumper first.

the north dallas chapter of the not-so-hells angels

since i got the bike, i've scoured the internet for resources on sabres and one of the first links was a site complete with a massive bulletin board called the sabre group.  it's a couple thousand people all over the united states and other parts of the world who own sabres like myself who gather to use each other as a resource for issues, purchases, chats, etc.  so, for the last month, i've spent countless hours on the bulletin boards chatting and asking questions and today i found out that the dallas chapter gets together and meets on a weekly basis. 

tonight, we all met (10 of us total tonight) over at scoots.  this was a truly great experience, because i discovered that although i may have been the youngest guy there, all the others were normal guys like myself.  so we chatted for an hour or two, while scoots world famous bikini night was going on and then we all jumped on our scooters and headed over to garland for a weekly gathering.  so tonight, i was part of a biker gang.  sounds funny coming out of my mouth, but the 10 of us heading over to garland was a sight to see.  you could hear us coming for miles (it's unfortunate, but your's truly was the quiet guy in the group - no custom pipes, yet) and to watch people stop and look was something i never thought i'd be a part of and it was really exciting.

so we get to the corner of garland and beltline and there's got to be between 200 and 300 bikes in the parking lot.  some of the most beautiful pieces of artwork you've ever seen.  i can't tell you how wet my panties were.  shitload of hogs, couple of custom choppers, some beautiful fatboys and about 30 sabres all varying in custom job.  they sell some tickets, raffle off a couple of coupons and t-shirts, give the waitstaff of the little restaraunt an extra big tip for putting up with us huge bunch of bozos and everyone wanders and gawks.  it's interesting to be instantly accepted into a family of people i've never met, but i was part of it and i'm still giddy.  this was also my first night ride and i'm kicking myself for not going out sooner because it's very liberating for some reason.  it's cooler, no sun glare and you are in a different frame of mind.

and sadly, unless you've experienced this, this entire post will mean nothing to anyone reading it.  eric, it's a real shame you're giving up the temptation of a scooter cause it beats sitting in a pond watching old men throw up.

and you cagers beware, cause there's a new guy on the road.  and his name is lilblackgirl...

greed/avarice

the excessive desire for something that isn't yours.  also, the desire for money.

granted, this isn't all about money, but money plays a big role and with money, acquisition of something that isn't yours is much easier.  is desire for something that isn't yours, bad?  i want an education, i desire schooling.  i want that candy bar really badly.  drop 50 cents in the slot, it's mine.  cingular wants more customers, they acquire at&t.  back to the previous example.  i'm fat, i want to be skinny.  why is this bad?  it's not the need or desire that's the killer, it's what's acquired or how it's acquired that's the bad thing.  the term greed has a negative connotation, but it doesn't have to.  you think the guy who lives in the street thinks greed is bad?  you think the guy who lives in the $20 million mansion things greed is bad?  take it away from him and i'd wager to say that he'd change his mind if you said yes.  and finally, if you don't believe me, take Gordon's thoughts into account:

 The point is ladies and gentlemen that greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of it's forms - greed for life, for money, knowledge - has marked the upward surge of mankind.

I found a site that not only gave way to discussion of the sins, but the 'antidotes' for them and this was generosity.  Generosity means, and i quote, "letting others get praise or credit".  Now i'm all about being a team player.  I never ask for recognition when i do my job, because it's my job and because i play a small part in a larger function, so i don't require or ask for a pat on the back when i do what is expected of me, but giving someone else take credit for my work?  I think the use of generosity as an antidote is a bit off and a bit vague.  Or it certainly fits one's definition as an antidote, but not all or many.  It also mentions that greed means getting your fair share.  I think this comment played on the negative connotation that many people associate with greed.  I just don't see it that way.

having said this, i'm realizing that i graduated college 10 years ago and am now wondering why i took on this writing assignment.  :)  i think i was agitated this morning cause i hate tuesdays (more than any other day of the week) and i also saw some landscapers blowing grass into the street.  i don't know why, but this just reeks of laziness to me.  i worked for a landscape company for years and i can't figure out when they got so lazy as to just blow everything into the street and let someone pick up after them.  that just agitates the shit outta me.

oh yeah, and my pussy hurts...

no more sins...  sorry to do that to you.  i'll lighten up.

QotD

Are the seven deadly sins really that deadly?

or am i so deeply submerged within them that i can't see light? i've always been intrigued by the sins from way back in the day when i used to frequent church every sunday morning and evening for youth group. it wasn't a subject that we addressed outright as i'm sure it would cause some issues with counselors not being able to give an adequate answer or make a convincing argument against them. we are all human and we are bombarded with these sins on a daily basis. i'm just wondering if someone shouldn't put together a new list. let's discuss them briefly. (and this may turn into a multi-parter)

pride: removing any discussions of disney, pride seems to fall into two camps. it's either a respect for oneself, dignity or positive value system or it's an arrogance because of that dignity one has in himself. to much of the former tends to lead to the latter. so knowing this, pride isn't a bad thing as long as you keep it in control. personally, i think pride is important. i'm not a believer in psychology and its practices, but i think there are a few things that it can teach us and one of them is confidence in oneself. that lack of confidence leads to excess (which i think is the real problem here - the sins aren't evil, just the excess in them). my issue with pride is that people don't have enough of it. not excessively, again, but just not enough pride in their lives. you can see it in the work people do or the way people treat themselves or act. obesity is rampant in america today and we can go the easy route and blame the fast food chains or someone else for this plague, but truly, we only have ourselves to blame for this. here is where i'd take my place on the soapbox, but i'll forego the lecture.

take that pride, that confidence you should have in yourself as a human and be happy. i'm not saying we should be a planet full of skinny supermodels, cause that just leads to the latter described above, but there is a happy medium.

so pride as descibed as the arrogance or the sin is something that i think most of us ignore anyway. someone who comes across this way is just an ass and doesn't deserve our time anyway. does that make it a sin? i guess it depends on how deeply you believe. and i think that's an important point to make here. these sins are originally based in a religious belief, right?

so how do you battle pride? with humility. but how many of us are truly humble? it's funny that in reading these comments on a blog, a common response is 'IMHO', but how many of those people have considered that comment? and how often is it true?

and with that being said, i think i'll make this a series instead of making you all read 37 pages of my rants.

to be continued . . .

is it cold in here or is it just her?

something i found very interesting about all of the southerland movies i discussed earlier was that they were all PG rated, and yet, they all had very blatant nudity in them, both female top front and back end and of course, donald had to show a little ass as well. i just think it's amazing how far we've come with our ratings systems. nowadays, nudity in a PG-13 movie is rare, much less PG. and we aren't talking about a quick nipple flash where you have to pause it at exactly the right second (136:14) to see it, but each female stood or laid there for a good 10 seconds revealing how cold the room was.

doom 3

There's an interesting article over at Gamespot (http://www.gamespot.com/pc/action/doom3/preview_6103236.html) about the impending release of what will probably sweep the game of the year awards with Todd Hollinshead and Tim Willits.  Some of the information is stuff we've been reading for the last two years and some of it is very interesting and new stuff that I hadn't seen yet.  What really interests me is the focus they keep coming back to about it being a horror game and not a FPS.  They almost harp on it.  I'm hoping that this isn't just hype, but it's been a long time since I played a game that made me shut down the computer so I could calm down and turn the lights back on.  I'm also intrigued by the comments about Quake IV using the D3 engine, but being a different game and also that John Carmack will be sticking with pc games and not focusing too much on consoles.  I'm a console fan as much as the next guy, but I'm a pc gamer through and through. 

I've told myself that I was going to try and hold off and not pick it up on opening day to see what the overall response is and whether my specs are high enough to handle this monster, but knowing me like I do, I'll probably be searching dallas stores during lunch next Tuesday to find a copy for myself.

random crap

talk about pissing you off...
how about typing for 20 minutes on one of these and having the page recycle to see that everything you just typed is gone. now i gotta go and try to be all witty and shit all over again...

what has an afro, a fuzzy mustache and can speak in more dialects than collin ferrell?
...well, donald southerland, of course. the film gods were slapping me on the back this weekend, cause i somehow ended up with 3 southerland movies in my mailbox. nothing makes me happier than to corner my roommate in the living room and watch him squirm when a scary movie is playing. he tends to get caught up pretty easily when a good film is in the dvd player and i got him stuck in the lazyboy when 'invasion of the body snatchers' had just started. this is a true classic and in my opinion, better than the original. back in the days when suspense really was. no giving away who the killer was in the first 30 seconds of the film, no silly teenage scream queens and little to no special effects. i remember seeing this as a child and being terrified at the screams the aliens would belt out when they found a human. truly terrifying. i also ended up watching 'eye of the needle', from the ken follet novel. a bit more romance than i was expecting, but still great. and finally, 'the great train robbery'. if you haven't seen this one, pick it up tomorrow. great heist film with sean 'i was the best damn bond ever' connery and a lovely leslie-anne down. all top rate films. i mixed them all up with a little bourne supremacy this afternoon, which was very well done. but if you're going to catch this film, make sure you bring a liberal supply of dramamine. and i prefer to take that rectally...

the quick link every texan has on their desktop...
the weather channel - there are a few certain things in life here in texas.
- it's big
- so is women's hair
- most of us are pretty nice
- masturbation is fun (sorry, i'm getting off track)
- it's hot

so if you've never been to texas, think of it as our own little spot on the 7th circle and we've just pissed off mr. alighieri (unless you're moderatly well read and you know that hell really isn't hot). we really only have 3 seasons here in texas. summer, which happens 9 out of the 12 months, a bit of spring and a shorter bit of fall. june is odd, cause the last bunch of years, you'd think that noah was back for a sequel with the amount of rain we've gotten and then july rolls around and you remember what hot really is. and it doesn't seem so bad until you get in your car after a day at work when it's been sitting in the sun all day and it only takes 9 hours and 4 spatulas to remove what's left of your legs and fingers from the leather you thought would be so cool to have in the car cause ironically, you always end up buying a new car in february when it's a cool 65 degrees outside and you have no concept of what hot is.

i only bring this up, cause someone must have been listening when i said 'i'd give my left nut for some cool weather' and it only reached 82 today. it was like antarctica in texas. people were breaking out their snow tires, building fires in the fireplace and putting up christmas lights. i took it as a sign to ride and dobra and i took in the nicest day we've had in 4 months.

were you dropped on your head to much as a child?
i've had numerous comments about the preview listings i've posted as of late. you'll see that i added another there to the right tonight, and no, there's nothing wrong with me. just because i like to watch a movie that would cause some people to tinkle on themselves doesn't mean there's anything wrong with me. I LIKE HORROR MOVIES. get that straight, people.

i'm not gay, but i play a gay man in my bathroom
so i stepped into my bathroom on friday morning and realized that i hadn't bought a new towel, bathmat or shower curtain since my grandmother took me to target when i was 22 right after being kicked out of lubbock. i've reached a point in my life that i realized that i need to start shopping in places that don't sell furniture that require me to put together myself. i don't know if it's a right of passage into a young mans life or a monetary sign of stability, but i decided to go somewhere other than target or wal-mart to buy some new dressings for the bathroom and some new sheets. the towels and shower curtain had gotten a bit flimsy and opaque after the amount of washings and use and the idea of having someone walk in and see my impression of marilyn monroe singing for the president didn't sound that appealing, so i decided to take out a 3rd mortgage on the house and buy some new digs. $300 dollars later, i had had been moved up into the top five favorite shoppers of the week at crate and barrel and now my bathroom is green and my sheets finally have stripes that run vertically instead of horizontally, so i don't look so fat when laying in bed. normally, i would have ended up at penneys or some other department store, but i hear that harisson shops at crate and barrel and we all know that you don't get more manly than that . . .

how much blood would you shed to stay alive?

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this blows, with a capital suck

They've done it again.  They've caught on to our dastardly ways and locked us out of yet another site.  Namely, our blogs.  We can still view our own and others, but www.blogger.com is now on the condemned list, so posting straight from the site is a corporate no-no.  luckily, my partner in crime, http://texlex.blogspot.com/ remembered that we can p.o.s.t.v.i.a.e.m.a.i.l.  let's see 'em lock us outta email, punks.  Again, fortunately, I can see that http://www.stodgygunnerstuff.blogspot.com/ is a Kerry loving nazi and I can see that his jealousy of my ability to keep female companionship around (without payment) is still evident, I just can't rub it in any longer at work.  So they may have won the battle, but they haven't won the war just yet.  Also, you'll see that my language will be kept to a minimum.  Sassa-frassa-rasser . . .

Season One, with sprinkles

Chris Carter was one of the best storytellers of modern television and his, dare I say it, greatest work ever, has hit the shelves.  Season 1 of Millennium has finally been released after 5 long years of eager and impatient waiting.  The tv show, which originally aired in 1996 has had more than a cult following and after the show's demise, has built up an even larger audience and appeal in the tv community.  Websites and bulletin boards have overflowed with unease over the possible permanent death of the show and our hopes, until recently, had been dashed against the rocks over seeing the show released on DVD.  Well, all of our hard work, appreciation and downright stubbornness has paid off and season 1 was released the other day.  What is my favorite season in the series, was released on 6 DVDs containing digitally improved quality as well as a slew of extras that we've been foaming at the mouth over since we caught wind that the season was to be released.  I received my copy in the mail yesterday and instantly put in the pilot and watched in wonder and amazement as a child would over a new toy.

The show ran for three seasons before it was removed from the air, ironically, right before the millennium, over allegations that it was to dark and violent for the normal Friday night FOX audience.  Seasons 2 and 3 delved deeper into the life of Frank Black (Lance Henrickson) and his involvement with the seemingly helpful, yet truly malevolent Millennium group - a group of ex-law enforcement officers who later revealed the intent to bring about the end of the world instead of preserving it.  The first season follows the 'serial killer of the week' format as the first few seasons of Carter's other hit, The X-Files, did while slowly introducing the audience to the group, Frank's family and a few ghosts in Frank's closet.

Season 2 and 3 release dates have been revealed in the UK, but have not been released, as of yet, here in the US.

Henrickson and Carter, both, recently revealed their displeasure over the cancellation of the show and showed interest in the possibility of continuing the show into a possible 4^th and further season.  The community is eager to see this idea come to fruition, but we are certainly happy to just have the seasons coming back to us in a permanent and beautifully presented format.

If you aren't familiar with Millennium, please take some time to peruse the following sites to see what all the hubbub is about.

·       http://www.fourthhorseman.com/Abyss/
·       http://www.tiwwa.info/
·       http://www.foxhome.com/millennium/

sex, check, drugs, check, rock n roll...

so i'm back from my weekend trip to New Orleans and gotta say, i had a blast. Stacy and i drove down friday afternoon for what would have been a jet setting record of about 6 hours, but got hung up in early rush hour traffic in Baton Rouge, but got there in time to check in and hit Bourbon street and start our worldwind tour of the french quarter complete with heavy buzz. it's been a few years since i'd been to NO and i've been for both Mardi Gras and Jazz Fest and this weekend was almost as busy as both. everyone else musta had the same idea that we did, cause it was good and crowded. we wandered the quarter with hurricanes in tow. if you've never been to NO, save up, spend the money and plan to forget your name for a few days. the drinks are strong, the women are beautiful and the food is amazing. nothing beats some authentic red beans and rice or crawfish etoufee. the drinks are so strong, a swift kick to the balls goes unnoticed. and you can carry your drink anywhere you go. grab a drink in a togo cup and wander all over town.

we stayed at the Sheraton on Canal St. on the 47th floor, so we had a great view of the entire town and french quarter. saturday afternoon, we found a tattoo parlor and we both added to our collection. i'm figuring in about 20 years, i'll be fully sleeved. hopefully less. saturday evening was spent with more alcohol, more great food and we ended the trip with a $165 breakfast at Brennans. The trip home took a little longer as we took a wrong turn, but got to see some beautiful Texas back country and national forest. All in all, we had a great time and spent lots of money, but it was just the 4 days we needed away from work and Dallas and would definitely do it again.

let the hazing begin

a buddy of mine has just established his new blog, so when you get a chance, run over and give Stodgy some shit. Stodgy is Any Clime's twin brother, so you'll now be getting it in stereo seeing as how Stodgy's in the beautiful town of Yuma. Bullshit from both sides.

movie trailers

since i post movie previews quite frequently up here, i've decided to just create a sidebar section for them instead linking straight to the trailer itself. i may post something here in the news section about it, but check the sidebar section frequently for new additions. as always, to view them, you'll need a multitude of players like quicktime, windows media player and sometimes the real player. if you don't have those, go get them; otherwise, you won't be able to truly see how fucked up my taste in movies are...

how fucked up is that?

you've seen the original teaser for SAW, now see what they've released.

i'm getting a chub

this could, quite possibly, be the best horror movie in years.

edit: oh yeah, and they've put up an official site as well.

edit #2: thanks FF, the link should work now to see the movie, but you'll have to choose which size you want to view.

avril levigne was playing and i didn't care

Jugs, bodacious set of tah-tahs, rack, lungs, the hanging gardens of delight, sweater meat, my reason for living, rig, tits, boobs, breasts, Male Hand Rests, Funbags, double d's, double c's, double b's, milkwagons, milks, bazookas, boobies, bosoms, teats, chest, hooters, knockers, breasts, gaagaas, gazangas, melons, lu lus, Ta tas,melons, titties, meat buckets, milk buckets, bee bites, berthas, big McDuffs, boulders, brace and bits, bristols, buds, cantaloupes, chi-chis, chubbies, coconuts, Dolly Partons, double barrels, droppers, dugs, dumplings, fun bags, globes, grapefruits, headlights, lungs, milk wagons, muffins, norks, pair, puppies, ski slopes, tabs, thirty-eights, tweeters, twin peaks, udders. . .

it was bikini day at skoots.
...but we really just went for the food.

my ass itches

well, not everything i post is interesting...

Papercraft

I've gotten so caught up in my bike lately, that i never bothered to let any of you have one of your own. six wonderful bikes to chose from in full 3-d form and color. grab yours now!

the kennettator?

so tex and i have made a habit of going to Nick N Willy's once a week. i think part of it is because we always walk outta there with a buy a pizza, get a caddilac free coupon, or something like that. it's also because it's just outstanding pizza and the service kicks ass. the manager, who's name i've forgotten, always makes a point of walking over to our table and harassing me that i don't try anything new and eat the same pizza every time.

manager: no tomatoes?
me: how'd you guess?

Honestly, the company at our table is welcomed, because we realize that she cares and she wants us to come back again next week and since tex and i have nothing to talk about except how stupid he looks in his glasses, we invite the interruption. so when we were there today, i jokingly made a comment wondering why, after all the free pizzas we'd been eating there, they hadn't named a pizza after us. i halfway expected to have her tell me to piss off and pay for my goddamned pizza next time or forcefeed me the entire jar of red pepper flakes (which wouldn't be altogether that bad), but she didn't.

"what do you want to call it?" she asks and tex comes up with some lame idea using my last name which could quite possibly be the reason i never got laid as a teen. what the fuck is so exciting about the name Smith? exactly.

i considered calling it the 'LBG special', but i didn't feel like spending the time explaining that my alter-ego was a lilblackgirl and then maybe have to go thru the entire red pepper scenario again. so i give her my first name which she stumbles over as all people do, including my own parents and she comes up with the kennettator.

"Just come in on monday, give me the name, and we'll run a special after you and your pizza of choice which is the roman feta pesto pizza with no tomatoes and enough red pepper flakes to kill a moose. i'm not suggesting they put the moose part in the description of the kennettator, but it could be beneficial to put a warning that you'll be taking your own life in your hands by eating said pizza.

so now i'm plagued with being THAT guy and going in on monday and living my 15 minutes or just be content that should the need arise to feed my ego, i'll have the chance to clear out the sinuses of at least a dozen people daring enough to eat something that sounds like it's named after a throwback from 80's cinema.

If this is your first night, you have to fight.

The world according to Tyler Durden:

...And you open the door and you
step inside. We`re inside our
hearts. Now, imagine your pain as a
white ball of healing light. That`s
right, it`s your pain the pain itself is a ball of
healing light.

This is your life
Good to the last drop
doesn`t get any better than this

This is your life, and it`s ending one minute at a time.

This isn`t a seminar
This is no weekend retreat
Where you are now
You can`t even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It`s only after you`ve lost everything that you are free to do anything

Nothing is static
Everything is evolving
Everything is falling apart
This is your life
It doesn`t get any better than this
This is your life
And its ending one minute at a time

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet

You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grand latte?
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khakis?

You have to give up
You have to give up
You have to realise that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless.

I say let me be never complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever art
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth

I say you have to give up
I say evolve and let the chips fall where they may
This is your life

You have to give up
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
Welcome to Fight Club
If this is your first night, you have to fight.

I normally don't post song lyrics, but this has such an interesting look on life and is such a great song and soundtrack, why the fuck not?

and since i haven't had much else to talk about lately . . .

July 5, 2004

The date for my first official all-day ride. Stacy and I took the bikes out at 10 yesterday morning and hit the road in search for dirt, sweat, gasoline and fried chicken. And we found them all. the north texas area has a lot of back roads, some twisty, some turny, most windy and dirty and even found one with some great chicken. talked to a cop, but didn't get busted. eating chicken in that county was legal, thank goodness. we ended up west of ft. worth at our furthest point and stopped at the stockyards for lunch. i'd never been to the stockyards, but it's a breeding ground for rednecks and bar-b-que. according to stacy, i've got some redneck in me, so i can't get an ass-whoooping for that comment. we then stumbled back to north dallas and proceeded north to mckinney where we stopped at my roommate's parents and spent 30 minutes making fun of him. apparently, his twin is toying with the idea of getting a harley. mom was ok with that, but if my roommate so much as tries to spell the word motorcycle, my ass is in a sling. who knows. we ended the day around 8:30 last night where we collapsed on a hard floor only to feel the vibration for another 20 minutes. i'm pretty much cashed, but didn't waiver on taking the bike to work today. and i've already started having dreams about motorcycles.

oh, and i know this means nothing to any of you, except for two, but her name is Dobra.

tasty and delicious

the preview for the exorcist: the beginning has finally been released. the original preview had to be toned down because Warner said it was to scary to show audiences. the fucking preview was to scary.

is this thing on?

someone hand me a kleenex, i'm getting emotional here.

blade: trinity updated

it looks like they've completed the movie site with some cool flash animation, a ton of wallpapers and they've put the teaser on the site as well.