Thursday, December 30, 2004
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
clippertalk. Nuff said.
Oh and also, shit, what was I gonna say? Oh yah, pretty soon, eh, no need tell you that already. Shit. Um. There was something else, can’t put my finger on it. Eh, forget it for now.
I’ve gotta kind of hurry this shit up meaning it won’t be in the slightest bit meaningful, well, actually, hmmm, maybe it will be more meaningful for its lack of meaning, cuz everyone, ok, nobody, knows that intentional meaning is so 1982 and that 1982 was the year that nothing was meaningful, in that david lee roth had already planted the cancer that would destroy van halen.
And what was it? The fact that he boned down on a microphone stand that had had intercourse with mike Anthony. There you have it. Irrefutable evidence.
Monday, December 27, 2004
So I heard that like when you combine x with y the chances of z happening are like the algebraic equivalent of 83 million astromedallions. So since I wrote a downer post this am do I have to keep with the trend in the pm? And like be mr. Methuselah, not that that means bummer, it really means old timer, but, I mean, you know whut I mean? When can I start obsessing about the clippers again?
Oh, now? Ok. They’re losing. But I sense a comeback. Is it really crap like that that keeps us sane in a world where a giant tidal wave can crush and completely kill like 20,000 plus people in one fell, or rather, many fell, swoop(s)? what does that mean? That on the day where baby Jesus supposedly coughed forth his first whimper the Lord doth sayest why don’t I crush mad amounts of populace?? And to throw an even more kvetchian rumple in there why don’t I pick the area of the world whut which has like no cash & reservoirs?
Eh, yah, I know, it’s all random events orchestrated to give the appearance of having some overall meaning. In other words, here’s your cake, chow down.