Chuck's Blog Of Everlastin Funky Luvin

When The GM Is Away, Chuck Will Act This Way

2007-04-06T14:43:00.000-04:00

Let's hope I don't get fired over this.

Like An Animal...

2007-03-31T15:21:00.000-04:00

The More Things Change The More They Stay The Same

2007-03-07T21:05:00.000-05:00

Listen up! Al's Got Words!

2007-02-14T00:40:00.000-05:00

GET FUCKING!

Meh. (January Edition)

2007-01-24T21:25:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I feel like it, sometimes I don’t. Not that anyone cares; but right now I’m in one of my “Fuck a Bunch of Blogging” modes. There are more interesting and worthwhile things to be found on other pages anyway. Mine is the slow road.

Don’t take this as one of those “nothing’s going on” posts. I haven’t been sitting on my ass or anything. I’ve got angst, thoughts, and stories to tell, but 90% of them are in my personal journal and not suitable for your delicate and sensitive palates. Come February this place may light up like the dashboard of my new car. I wouldn’t count on it if I were you though; I rarely do something because someone else expects it of me. (I think we all know why.)

I guess that makes me selfish.

Lots Of TV and No Lunchie Makes Chuck Something Something...

2006-12-27T22:15:00.000-05:00

Due to the current Lunchie deficiency in the apartment, I watched both volumes of KILL BILL over the last couple days. (Beats using my own tears for lube, that’s for sure.) I'm just confused by Beatrix though. Is she Pro Life or something?

Oh, who am I kidding. You’re still trying to get that mental image out of my head, aren’t you?

I'm Not A Poet And Boy How We Know It

2006-12-26T15:50:00.000-05:00

Working a mid really sucks, especially when I have to open the next morning. Waking up at 9:00 isn't so bad, but I feel like my entire day is wasted because of it. I say this because what I've come to consider as my time (1pm - 5pm) is spent at work doing nothing. In the last couple of months business has slowed to a trickle and several hours may go by between customers. On the days I'm scheduled to work a mid I spend more time telling people how to find Big River than making coffee. When I actually get a chance to do the job I was hired to do I usually have to deal with the, "I really don't like coffee," people. (Skip right past the obvious question of why they would come to a coffee shop and ask for coffee. I can't figure it out either.) These people usually are lousy tippers too.

It's next to impossible to read at work. I've found that I get fairly irritable when I get interrupted too often. So if the phone rings or a customer walks in...

See? This just happened.

Some lady in what has to be her early 40s came in and wanted to buy some ice cream and check her e-mail. No problem, except there was a man and his two small boys already on the store computer. The man didn't buy anything himself. He simply came in and asked, complete with the all-important word please, if he could look up something for his son. The computer wasn't being used, the store has been a ghost town for weeks, and I couldn't think of a good reason to be an asshole so I said, "Go crazy."

When the lady came in she looked at me with what appeared to be a half-lidded glare of condescension, so you can tell we got off to a great start. She pointed accusingly either at the man or the please limit your computer usage to 20 minutes sign and demanded, "How long has he been here?" He may have been on for 20 minutes for all I could remember, but I wasn't about to kick off a non-customer for another non-customer. I just asked what kind of ice cream she wanted.

No answer.

She just stood at parade rest and stared at the computer. I offered to let her use my computer since it wasn't doing anyting important. "No, that's ok," she said. For some reason she wanted that computer. No other computer on the planet would do. The Perky Piranha Customers Only Computer and only Perky Piranha's computer could fulfill her needs. Eventually she got fed up and left. All of this took place over, maybe, 3 minutes. And of course the guy and his kids left shortly after she walked through the door. I wanted to put my fist through the microwave.

People are fucking bizarre. I really pitty those who think I'm weird. I know I'm pretty fucked up but I also know there are crazier people out there. That lady just made the list.

And now the shop isn't a ghost town. Now there are six people hanging out. All of them were polite and tipped - not well but they smiled as they did it which, to me anyway, means more.

What I was trying to get at before all that stuff happened was that one of the things I find very difficult to do at work is read. We're not allowed to sit even if we're drowsy from watching all the tumbleweed blow by. If I'm going to read a novel or something that doesn't have frequent breaks, I have to be able to allow myself to give it my full attention which means sitting and not being at work. So I need something shorter and less involved.

Essays tend to be too long, short stories too, and I get tired of reading the news every day because papers are written in such a boring and perfunctory manner. That's one of the reasons I like message boards so much. They're often very brief conversations. Sometimes they provide useful information...most of the time they don't. Much like work, however, the message boards I read have been drying up and they just aren't so fun or interesting any more. So I've been reading poetry.

I came across this poem today, and thought I'd share it with you because, to keep this short, I really like it. That was the entire point of posting and it got a lot longer than I wanted it to. Hey, at least it passed the time. Woohoo! Two more hours till freedom. So here goes, then I'm out.

The River of Life by Thomas Campbell

The more we live, more brief appear
Our life's succeeding stages:
A day to childhood seems a year,
And years like passing ages.

The gladsome current of our youth
Ere passion yet disorders,
Steals lingering like a river smooth
Along its grassy borders.

But as the care-worn cheeks grow wan,
And sorrow's shafts fly thicker,
Ye Stars, that measure life to man,
Why seem your courses quicker?

When joys have lost their bloom and breath
And life itself is vapid,
Why, as we reach the Falls of Death,
Feel we its tide more rapid?

It may be strange - yet who would change
Time's course to slower speeding,
When one by one our friends have gone
And left our bosoms bleeding?

Heaven gives our years of fading strength
Indemnifying fleetness;
And those of youth, a seeming length,
Proportion'd to their sweetness.

See, Holly? I'm Tryin Here.

2006-12-23T23:30:00.000-05:00

If you’ve ever had the misfortune of chewing on a Ferrero Rocher or sinned against the gods so heinously as to be forced to actually swallow the fucker, then you know a misery I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. Well, maybe select few but it’s a short list. My first encounter with what I now call “Shit Balls” was when Barker brought some back with him after our first Christmas in college. I remember Andy and Shane didn’t seem to care. Come to think of it Nathaniel probably brought them down because whoever gave them to him couldn’t stand them either. I imagine it was one of those cliché “pass the fruitcake”-type things you see on sitcoms each year. I look at what goes in them, factor in Italy’s crushing victory over France at the World Cup, and still can’t figure out why I can’t stomach them.

Long story short, I’ll never forget the vile shit-taste of those things and renew my vow to avoid them like meatloaf, tofu, and ADPi.

Anyway, the point of all that was to remind you (*clang* as *ring* if *jingle* there *jangle* was *ding* a *ping* chance *annoying* you *motherfuckersoutsideeverygoddamnstore* could *justfuckingSTOP* forget *bling*) that it’s Christmas time and that I’m always irritable this time of year. You need some reasons why? Just read my post from last year. Much of it is as true today as it was then. If you don’t know how things have changed, you haven’t been paying attention and need to either call me and “catch up” or simply admit that you don’t give a shit and get fuckin. I don’t need to hear you do it - just do it.

I went to Florida for a few days and it was fun. I’ll recount all the sexy/nonsexy details later. Then again, look at the immediately preceding post and you can see just how far a promise I make here will get you.

So I'll keep it simple and vague.

There is a lot going on even if my days aren’t filled with activities that produce a measurable result. There’s stuff gong on “up stairs,” if you’ll bother to catch my meaning. Just because I’m not running to my keyboard every time a synapse fires off it doesn’t mean nothing is happening. Maybe I just don’t want to waste your precious interweb experience by whining. Ya ever think of that? No. No you didn't.

Like I said, Christmas is crashing down all around us and I’m feeling about as cheerful as an abused pit-bull. So don’t let my moping ruin your fun. Take a good look and see why I wouldn’t have been much fun at Erin’s tonight. Consider it my (and mostly my employers’) gift to you.

*sigh*

I miss you all like a Pat Robertson misses the camera after a long day of filming Satanic Children's Bukkake…

WORK!!!

I meant when he gets home from work. Like the 700 Club.

Silly me. They're so similar.

I’m going to Hell.

Two Quick Things

2006-12-07T17:36:00.000-05:00

First: if you didn't know about this dude, edumicate yourself. I saw a thing on PBS (I think) about that cat and he was one cool dude. I know he could have taken those Wright Brothers in a fight. I almost wish he had gotten into fisticuffs with them. That'd really have been a historical treat. Too bad about the way he checked out.

Second: Yep. A good read. Just goes to show that you shouldn’t believe everything you read. Except, of course, for when I put it in my major author paper an say I told ya so more than 100 years later. If I could high-five ya, Jules baby, I would. But I’m trying to keep my keyboard clean.

I'll have that update I promised tomorrow. At least that’s the plan. Work as been a fucking dog this week and I don't feel like being overly poetical right now. Besides, you have some reading to do.

A Follicular Predicament

2006-12-02T16:25:00.000-05:00

Stay with the present course and aim for a full Dreyfuss or go for something that makes me look a little less homeless? As much as the Depardieu appeals to me. I'm thinking the Hurt is more my thing.

I'll have a real update of goings-on later in the week. For now, consider the situation and avail me of your wisdom.

I await your admonishment and/or distress.

Nothing Is Happening

2006-11-15T16:38:00.000-05:00

Seriously folks. Not a damn thing.

Terribly Horrifying Freedom

2006-10-30T14:32:00.000-05:00

"This message is being sent to confirm that all credit card information has been removed from the World of Warcraft account *******, effectively canceling its recurring subscription as of October 27, 2006 6:57 PM UTC. The account will not bill or renew any further unless new payment information (credit card or game card) is manually entered in."

It was a great two years but it's time to get back into things that actually matter. I made some good friends and I intend to be in touch with them as much as possible. (I shit you not when I say that I got two phone calls from people, one of whom I never gave my number, asking me not to quit.) Holy hell...another one is calling me now. The irony.

What it really came down to was the realization that, somehow, the relationships I had formed through a game had come to overshadow those of my "flesh and blood" friends. Perhaps it was easier when Rhys was living just down the hall, but when the call came for a Wednesday evening beer came, I went. Somehow the desire to excel at something that ultimately doesn't matter, something with no tangible final product, created a situation where our schedules didn't match up. That's just dumb.

Now it's time to get some shit done. Call it unassailable optimism or going 'round the bend, but I still feel as though I've come out ahead somehow. I now have Reason, Logic Express, and Ableton Live on my computer. I plan on dabbling in music again. Chances are that I won't get as involved with it as 3 years ago, but it's fun just to fiddle around sometimes (pun only slightly intended).

Daylight-Savings Time 1 - Chuck 0

2006-10-29T05:48:00.000-05:00

I forgot about that stupid thing...again...and got to work an entire hour early. If I were the grumpy type, I'd have been pissed. Don't believe Lunchie's lies. I'm really one of those cheerfully annoying and upbeat individuals in the morning. If I'm grouchy, it's probably because I just don't like you very much at that point in time anyway. My mood really doesn't depend on the amount of sleep I've had, although there is plenty of evidence to suggest that my sanity level does. But really, there's nothing you can really do about something like this but smile and let the night auditor get a good laugh at your expense. I also made it a point to run over to the kitchen and let them sink their teeth into this piece of comedy gold. If anyone deserves to laugh at the lazy cracker next door, it's those guys.

It's the little things, ya know.

Sorry Rae Rae.

2006-10-17T13:02:00.000-04:00

Yeah, I have been working. They've got me on a pretty consistent weekend schedule now. Last week we had the Chattanooga Head Race and the shop was under siege by Universities flavored Clemson, Duke, UTK, GA, and GA Tech. Oh, and their parents too. Amanda tells me that there was a line of 20 people at 7am before she even opened the door. When I got there at 8am she was ankle-deep in receipts. It was a really fun day. Seriously, I had a blast. This weekend is Dad's birthday and next weekend is an even bigger regatta.

Anyway, that's my excuse for not coming to Nashvegas to visit. Believe me, I want to but it's looking like it's going to be a while. Especially since Dad called me a couple nights ago to inform me that Aunt Blanche is going to die soon...very very soon. So there is going to be a memorial service in Ohio that will require my attendance...unless I'm working. No condolences, please. Members of my family tend to live as long as they like and die when it's the decent thing to do, so there's no need to be sad. Any excuse to get the family together is a good one.

I'll try to get up there as soon as possible and have something better for you next time I update.

Goings On

2006-10-04T14:42:00.000-04:00

It's no coincidence that my lack of updating has to do, in large part, with the lack of significant events of late. Sadly, the only real achievements of mine in the last month or so has taken place in a virtual world, and I'm not going into that with you. I'll just say that things are dragging on as usual.

The new job and I are getting along quite well. I'm not getting enough hours but the entire point was to get me out of the house anyway, so I won't complain. Some of the people who work in the hotel, just a couple really, are not very pleasant. But I'm having fun and making a couple bucks so it's a great gig even though it is punctuated with brief moments of actual "work." I'm still no closer to figuring out the larger problem even though several people across the country have made efforts to nudge me in certain directions. But like most things I think the solution will reveal itself in time and forcing it isn't going to help much. If not, it's a good thing I like the smell of coffee...I may be doing it for a while.

You'll notice a couple new additions to the List-O-Peeps over there to the right. Don't take their sudden appearance to symbolize any spectacular events. It was never a snub that their names were absent for so long. At least I hope it hasn't been perceived as one. It dawned on me a couple days ago that there was no reason for them not to be there other than my own laziness. So there they are. I have righted a wrong, so quit yer gawkin. We're done for now anyway.

No Witicism To Be Found

2006-09-19T11:20:00.000-04:00

I hear your thunderous applause. Though you are miles away, your elation reaches me even here. You're shocked. I know it's hard to believe. I'm shocked my-own-self. Employment? Get the fuck outa here. Aaaaaaah well. It was a good run while it lasted. We'll always have the good times. Remember the time I sat at home all day playing World of Warcraft? Or the time I sat at home all day and watched TV? Oh! Or the time I stayed up all night playing World of Warcraft then took a nap on the couch in front of the TV? Where did the time go?

If you haven't heard yet I'm at The Perky Piranha, a tiny coffee shop attached to the Marriott Hotel across the street from the IMAX. It's no Stone Cup but it sure as shit ain't no CyberLAN neither. And thank the great Java Demon for that! The tips are decent, the pay is good, and I'm not going to fuss too much over the hours. The benefits are pretty hot too. Cheap hotel rooms? Hell yeah! Free coffee? Yes please. My coworkers are pretty cool, so I think I'll be getting on just dandy there.

I think the best part is that it gets me out of the house before the rest of the planet begins to stir. Waking up in the dark and seeing the day begin beats the shit out of waking up with the sun in your face and the day half over. And it seems that since the freaks come out at night, of course, they come to my place of work to perk up in the morning. I've met some "interesting" characters this week and those are just the hotel employees.

This will prove interesting...I have that feeling.

Do As I Say And You Live.

2006-08-25T15:10:00.000-04:00

Ableton (Not Exactly) Live is done. Not that you knew it was in produciton or anything. To be honest, even I didn't know I was doing it until it was mostly done. It's funny how that happens sometimes.

What it isn't: Anything special. It's just straight up mixing, as Jesse would say, "With the training wheels on." Ableton did all the hard work, I just put it together. No tricks. No effects...well maybe a tad bit of reverb and delay at the very end of one song. But there is no fancy shit like mixing James Brown over KMFDM.

What it is (credit where it's due):

1) Halogen vs Nash T - On A Bridge
2) Quivver - Space Manoeuvers - Part 3
3) Trafik - Your Light (Luke Chable Vocal Mix)
4) Unkle - Reign (Way Out West Mix)
5) Chris Carter - Panorama
6) Deep Dish - Say Hello (Dylan Rhymes Acid Thunder Remix)
7) Shiloh - All Those Things
8) Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek (R3volve Mix)
9) Digital Witchcraft - Fingerpaint
10) BT - Ferris Wheel (Love Theme)

FYI, you will probably want to change the file name and ID3 tags yourself. I was in a hurry to upload it for some people and didn't take the time to fiddle with putting my name on it. Anyway, I hope you like it. Comments are, of course, your moral and social obligation to me.

Almost Homeless

2006-08-02T16:07:00.000-04:00

Wash, rinse, and repeat. It’s pattern and repetition. It's something, I think, we all desire in some form or another. If it’s going to work every day and paying the bills, for you, that’s glorious. If it isn’t, go out and fucking find it. For me, the meaning is everything. It isn’t the What or the How, it’s the Why. Why keep the lights on? Why take the shit job? Why talk to that girl over there? Many times I spend so much time thinking about the Why that I completely miss what’s happening.

It’s been three years of distraction tacked onto seven magical years of illusion and misdirection. I won’t say that my long tenure at UTC has been time wasted. In some ways it has been, sure, but out of all that shit I got a few things that made it all worthwhile. But the big one is a marketable trade or something to sell. I didn’t get that. I take that back. I did get that…maybe…I just don’t think I’ve developed it or even recognized it fully yet.

Contrary to the popular view, I haven’t been spinning my wheels for three years. It only seems that way, and believe me, I know - I’m living it and it has sucked. I’ve always felt that big decisions and big changes are painful. I can just see your eyes rolling and the word “DUH!” forming on your lips when I say that breaking away from the patterned responses we develop is incredibly difficult. It can be conscious or unconscious. (Well no shit…) Well, kiddies, most of the time we don’t make it even if we want it really, really, bad. But it does happen, maybe once or twice in a lifetime, or more if we’re lucky or incredibly persistent.

A few of you know I’m on the raggedy edge of something big. It’s much bigger than just that, too. It’s a step in the direction of a dream I had in 3rd grade. The whole thing seems foolish and even silly, but it’s absolutely terrifying which is how I know it is both a big deal and right. If you aren’t afraid of the dark in some way, why keep the lights on? If you aren’t a little nervous in the interview, you don’t need the shit job that badly. If your balls don’t jump up inside your body and knock your heart into your throat when you’re talking to the girl, you don’t like her enough. It’s why we can’t go from A to C without first hitting B.

I see this move as a step in the right direction. Both ideas are a little too uncertain for me to talk about very openly, and I apologize. But when I know more, have a better understanding of the details, and when the picture seems clearer, I’ll be more open about it because I’ll have more to say. The Why is sorted out, so my eyes are open. I can see what’s happening in front of me now.

Where I’m going with this is that I’ve made some big decisions and, at this point, it’s all just a matter of breaking out of some of my patterns. Once I do that, the hard part is done.

Minutes Later

2006-07-25T14:52:00.000-04:00

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!1-1-2-3-5-8-13-21-!!!!!!!

Like Band Camp - Only Not So Much

2006-07-25T14:39:00.000-04:00

I call him Freddy. I met him yesterday in the parking lot behind Stone Cup. After the afternoon ritual of drinking $2 espresso, reading Dostoevsky, and tooling around on the interweb, I went back to my car and there he was dangling from my driver-side mirror. As you may or may not have guessed, Freddy’s a spider; no bigger than the size of the nail on my pinky toe. The words “bad ass son of a bitch” don’t even begin to describe his tenacity.

The first time I saw him, I didn’t think much of him. He was merely a blip on my consciousness. “There’s a spider on your driver’s side mirror, dude,” and that’s it. You can imagine I was surprised as hell when I got back to my apartment and he was still there. I guess he had something to prove. But again, I underestimated Freddy. I figured he’d be gone off to do what spiders do the next time I got in the car.

I was wrong.

As I was driving along at a zippy 45mph across Veteran’s Bridge on my way back to the apartment, not 10 minutes ago, I saw something flying around my window. I thought it was just a piece of junk, or dried bird shit, or something that would soon be behind me…but no, it was Freddy. He was dancing around on a line of silk, flapping in the breeze, like he was having the time of his fucking life. I shit you not, he waved at me as if to say, “You can’t get rid of me that easy, motherfucker!”

Of course we became friends. And like all good friends, I’ve got his back and he’s got mine. I brought him into the house so he wouldn’t have to deal with all the dumbass Guptas, er….garden spiders, out there. We’ve got bugs a’plenty in our apartment anyway that are just begging for Freddy to snack on their innards.

So Jesse, sleep well. We’ve got the teensy, weensy, widdle spider FROM HELL on our side. Should you wake one morning and see the words “Fuck You” in a spider’s web, that ain’t no bitch named Charlotte, it’s my boy Freddy and he’s delivering a message for me. He’s such a mensch. He’s one kickass spider, and you shouldn’t squish him – not just because I’ll kick your supid, arachnid-hating, ass, but because I want you guys to be friends. I think it’s important you do.

After all, you share a room now.

Now you fucking tell me...

2006-07-02T12:12:00.000-04:00

You scored as Journalism. You are an aspiring journalist, and you should major in journalism! Like me, you are passionate about writing and expressing yourself, and you want the world to understand your beliefs through writing.

Anthropology

100%

Journalism

100%

Engineering

92%

Sociology

92%

Philosophy

75%

Mathematics

75%

English

67%

Theater

67%

Linguistics

58%

Dance

58%

Psychology

58%

Chemistry

50%

Biology

50%

Art

33%

The Mnemonic FM

2006-06-26T13:10:00.000-04:00

When I was 12, I had a small, brown, Panasonic clock radio in my bedroom. I don't remember how long I had it or how I'd acquired it, but it sat on a chair or a plastic table next to my bed. It was about a foot wide and half as deep and weighed maybe two pounds. On the top of its earthy, puke-brown, casing were three tiny buttons to adjust the clock, one button about the length of a thumb for that great gift to mankind called snooze. Three switches on top selected AM/FM, Alarm On/Off, and the Radio/Buzzer alarm features. The green, digital, display was so bright I had to turn it away so I could get to sleep. A large knob on the right side of the box adjusted the frequency, and a tiny black knob on top for the volume. Don’t ask why I felt compelled to describe it, kuz even I don’t know. Anyway, it now sits on my parents' kitchen table where it's permanently stuck on 91.9FM, WUOT - National Public Radio. REPRESENT!

I’m gona flash back to when E V E R Y O N E listened to MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice - except for me. It was before my peers at Jefferson Middle picked up on Live and Nirvana. As I recall, it was before anyone had, and that was the beauty of it. Nothing was cool yet, at least not in my mind. We all know I tend to either shoot ahead or lag behind contemporary thinking but never comfortably settle into it. Back then was the only time I remember being totally free to choose what I liked on my own terms. I didn't know a damn thing about popular music or culture back then and still don’t today. And it all stretches back to those puerile days where my only exposure to music outside of NPR was that little brown radio next to my bed. I used to dial in to 94.3 or maybe 98.6 for a couple hours while trying to fall asleep. I did it every night for about three years. They never played the stuff I could see on MTV in the afternoons. At least that’s how I remember it.

Every time I go home, I see that radio sitting on the kitchen table. On Saturday mornings, Dad makes eggs and we listen to Car Talk and Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me on NPR. Most of the time we don’t talk, we just listen. Sometimes I think back to lying in my bed at midnight when Monty Python's Always Look on the Bright Side of Life would come on while the late-night DJ tagged out and the early-morning dude came in. It's one of the reasons I love that movie so much - not only because it's good comedy, but because of the song. Sound is the second best trigger of memory next to smell; those were good times.

Recently I heard a snippet of a song they used to play that jostled a loose bit fruit floating around the jello pudding I call my brain. It was a cover a song by 70’s band, The Five Stairsteps, called Ooh Child. I'm sure you know how it goes, and if you know what group did the cover, I'd appreciate if you would throw that knowledge my way. Then again, it could all have been a dream. Anyway, back in those days, it used to come on between 10 and 11pm. I remember a 10-15 minute break from music where the female DJ (with a voice so sexy it could turn one had to imagine she cut her teeth in the phone sex biz) would divulge her opinion on one thing or another or tell a story. She never took calls, if I remember correctly. She just talked and I fucking loved it.

It's an obscure memory, I know. And I don't really know why I got started on this, but I'm glad I did. It makes me sad that the radio has gone to shit. It makes me very very sad. I’m sure there are those out there who said it went to shit long before the 90’s, and I don’t think they’re entirely wrong to think that way. But I really do miss that brown radio and affect it had on me.

Addendum

2006-06-17T15:21:00.000-04:00

I'm adding another event to that special week of childlike joy and wonder...and joy. So now, it's looking something like this:

July 10th: Vienna Teng - Belcourt Theatre - Nashville
July 15th: (Muthafuckin) Walesharks - Georgia Aquarium - Atlanta
July 15th: BT - Eleven50 - Atlanta

A Proposition - Not Sex For Once

2006-06-05T14:02:00.000-04:00

I'd written something about my inner child being eaten by a mastadon in what was now my 5th attempt at updating. I've been convinced that I don't really get excited about anything any more...until I read about THIS AWESOMENESS in the newspaper. I found myself saying, "HOLY LIVING FUCK! I GOTA SEE THIS!.

And so I shall!!!

Is 7/15 enough advance notice for you? BT's playing at Eleven50 that night too, if you need added incentive. Admission is free if your name is Cara Cox. *Wink wink nudge nudge tweak nipple tweak nipple*

Tell Your Sister, You Were Riiiiight...

2006-05-29T17:08:00.000-04:00

Just goes to show that I'm not the only one who's right all the time. I should really give you guys more credit. What can I say? You know me better than I know myself sometimes. But really I think the other 24% shines through that anthracite lump in my chest cavity most of the time. I'm the kind you don't expect to shoot up his place of work, I guess.

You Are 76% Evil

You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.
Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.

How Evil Are You?