i have bad diarrhea

maths rule our lives

follow this link and you'll find that "The Greatest Shortcoming of the Human Race is our Inability to Understand the Exponential Function."

as in, population growth and resource depletion. really good video. does anyone read this blog? probably not.

just click here.

i'm thinking about starting a math club.

i love math.

must not sleep, must warn others

Artist: Aesop Rock
Album: Float
Song: Commencement at the Obedience Academy
Typed by: yamomsucks@aol.com

Verse One:

The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season
I imagine sloppy seed handling avoke the stroke of tardy planting
And the crops we'd have harnessed in mid November
It only brushed the blossom bracket then soon sacrificed
Lives to icicle jackets when the frosted
I sunk to find the walk beneath the mosses
Where the planted tunnel pass after the rains have run their courses
But alas the portraits of these frosted corpses tortured in the grass
Off of distorts or pour the one tall glass and nauseous
And I'm asking you, why's this spy supply hiding in strangers
When they know atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, these minstools turn a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
Yelp bringing the self-stop freedom brigade investors
And the studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors
Puts it down, and it's down beneath your sappy sing alongs
So stick it further down where the daunted decide which ring I'm on
Nova yell just took positions and advance march
Parts playing a scheme parking the rain in my canteen now I'm like
Point I guess I could spare a splash for a couple of heads
Counterpoint during my famine I never got broke your bread
Well equation of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a bit
These 'tensils need soaking before I hand out token
"Shut the fuck up" drama like Kabuki with a heart of dirt
Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth it hurts

Chorus:

Must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I milk my habitat for almost everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
And I'm like must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning

Verse Two:

Wanting the glory of our advance fire ants to water beetles
Free masons adjacent debasing on pins and needles
Pupil turned pedagogue benedicts into my dream
Beam in a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine
I pluck the pedals off a classic blood rose one at a time
Gripping the stem and right invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline
A metaphor for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of exhaustion
To salute the moon of our paradise lost and you're a spectator
Stringent, inch by sacred inch shoveling colon in my earthworm soul
Borough up through the dirt with bloody digit lick my knuckles clean
Noting the corporate clusters holding hands round the abode of the dam
And what's your poison? Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser
Sip it clean savor the taste then sit and dream later
The ollage pay their back upon they hinges twenty miles
Across the glassy eye window of one less to passes by
Now I'm six foot four with a sick flow walk up just to recline
With no free time, the alarm storms at nine
My daytime's on some, yes sir, okay sir, right away sir
Sir do you mind if I breathe sir oh you do? Well excuse me sir fuck you
I breathe slow, I'm running with these fantastic amalgams
Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with classic albums
Security's the javelin, catch it; labor
Clocked in at seven six and haven't clocked out ever since

Chorus:

Must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I milk my habitat for almost everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
And I'm like must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning

FULL EPISODE (where Batman & Penguin debate a la Obama/Mccain!)

PART 1: "HIZZONER THE PENGUIN"







PART 2: "DIZZONER THE PENGUIN"

CONSERVATIVE JOKE AHEAD

i think that the most popular name for newborn republican baby boys in the next year will be "joe." just a guess.

my tough titties: real thoughts on competition

the battle of the bands!

it was last night, and we lost. i really knew that was gonna happen. this is okay. the nervous part of me that didn't want to sign up was worried about the other acts, the people, being judged, and my final reaction to the judgment. the people were alright, in fact, mostly pretty cool. i got to hang with jake flaaten. and chris brown. and, of course, chris darling. the more time you can spend with these types and eli, the better. the other acts won it fair and square on their turf, you know?

i thought about it like this: if a haughty bird said to the fish, "you will never fly." and the fish were to be upset, he would be a dummy.

it's apples and oranges.

i had made a deliberate decision to do something i was very uncomfortable with. in the end i thought, "if we can win one heart..." then that would be okay.

while we played, while the judges tinkered with notepads, jotting things like - i dunno - "need better equipment, guy sings like he's shitting" and the people saw a band that probably wasn't what they wanted...i listened. no joke, the heart we won was mine.

i'd been so worried since, well - probably since charlie got all flaked out and the band started to suffer. one bassist after another. tour was a dirty fiasco. we were on these stages with the greatest bands. and fuckin' a - we sucked.

bad equipment. fuckin' TERRIBLE equipment. we didn't deserve to play with these bands i thought.

well, it was strange - and for the record i'm not second-guessing this statement, or any of these statements, although i'm usually the type to do so - the lights were on us and ten thousand eyes and the strangers we call, "fellow musicians," with their strange pop-sensibilities - and i forgot about 'em all. i could hear boots' great drumming and chris' driving bass and our vocals mixing and my vocals - which i never hear - and dammit - we were a great punk band. we win!

we would've deserved to play those shows on tour if we played like we did last night.

i feel good about losing!

well done commercial

maybe this works. and maybe you're gonna LEARN!

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Pangea House Rules

“uuuuuuuuhghhhghhghg fook ufuguguguuweeee whiskey.”

this is the greatest line i've read all night. anthony jastrzembski wrote it, or - more aptly - recorded a drunk man for posterity.

anyways, i was very upset earlier and now i'm alright i think.

i was upset before i went to the Pangea Collective meeting. but, once there, i saw the greatest logo-design ever. (if you guessed "magician juggling the letters, P A N G E A H O U S E," then you win! your prize? i pop you some gourmet kettle corn! good work, you!)

things weren't working out too well earlier. hell, they never are. the figgity fucked up part about life, in my humble opinion, is that it's not worth living. i'm not arguing, necessarily, that it's time we kill ourselves with a threshing-machine either - so, DON'T GO THINKING THAT!

it's just hard for me to argue my way out of my own wet-paper bag logic. i stick around this planet for curiosity's sake mostly. a lot of times things are really fun and exciting to watch.

tonight i watched 7 people do some talking. but man, was it fun talking...we discussed all sorts of wiley events and things. fashion shows and photo walks and food not bombs and ghostbusters. sound like your kind of thing? well, keep an eye on us then! and hell, come help out. come set it up. and all that.

so, what we're trying to do is provide a "music venue plus!" this is the trend in all of the latest technology, after all. when you buy a phone, don't you want it to calculate gratuity, send funny pictures, and play you a sonata? DON'T YOU?!?! in the past these things were done by gaging the wait person's face, the united states postal horses, and your local church orchestra - right? well, not anymore! now you can get a phone that does all of those things for about twenty-five cents as you walk into the grocery store.

THAT'S US;WE'RE TRYING TO BE MODERN!

so, now you'll get a music venue AND tutors, painters, video games, open-hours, a lending library, and all kinds of neat things. you'll get a say - and you can even get involved!

cool, right? yeah, that's what i thought.

so, bad things. good things. the whole fuckin world on a plate. chow down.

p.s. if anyone is reading this: www.myspace.com/pangeahouse is where some shit is. there's gonna be a fancy website soon, but chris brown is a lazy ass.

and another thing; LISTEN TO LEATHERFACE!

maybe not fucked

Can you imagine standing up frustrated, lashing out with all of your being, swinging your fists, exhaling spittle, hot tears rolling down your face...

Can you imagine this taking place in a dome tent? The type made of synthetic fibers with a cheesecloth material for your comfort in buggy spots. The type of tent called a "pup."

In the type I'm used to there's not much for standing room and I'm not even very tall. If I were to rise swinging with all of my temperament set to furious anguish or delirious irritability, I'm sure I would bring the whole thing down around me.

That's how I feel right now. Seething. Frothing. Looking for fight, hoping for passion, and locked in. Passively observing the world as my ideals and ideas and hopes and dreams hail a taxi and head off into the dizzyness of night time.