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Archives for the month of: August, 2002

All I need is this chair, this chair and that’s all I need

August 29, 02 //
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So. I’m moving. Still in Min-ap ‘course, but rent’s a’raising in Slum Central and greener worlds await. Therefore this’ll be the last update until my roomies and I get the cable person over, which could be a couple weeks since we can’t actually move in until… not for awhile, and I’m out of my current place on the 31st, so’s I get to play the floor-dwelling freeloader at some as of yet undetermined place < looks at calendar, looks at watch >. Should suck. A lot. School starts September 3rd. I’ll be checkin’ my mail at work if ya want to drop a line.

I found a chair! as in, a different chair from the previously mentioned chair on the Bored. This new chair owns. If you were tired you could sit in this chair as long as you wanted and it would be totally cool. It’s the type of chair other chairs look up to, and go to when they need advice. I would’ve paid money for this chair, upwards twenty whole dollars. Sometimes, god smiles.

S u s p e n s i o n has an addition, and bare walls look sad (in my hollowed out room). I like making caves, but how many more? before I stop settle last….

Tool on the 4th. Take care, I’m taking care.

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D6 Killing Storms, Underworld Leaving Earth, and Throwaway Prophesies

August 20, 02 //
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The website suffered some downtime last weekend due to a storm that took out an antennae in good ol’ Fargo. Eh, what can ya do. I apologize for any inconvenience… ’cause I know this is a high traffic site and all, especially with all the new visitors and stuff. The messagebored is also doing weird things but I’m not even gonna… no. Ferget about it.

Underworld’s video for their newest single “Two Months Off” features vocalist Karl Hyde madman stomp-dancing around in a puddle in the rain with subtle then insane indications that his relationship with gravity’s losing ground (literally), a fitting tie-in theme for deepsicks’ latest addition, s u s p e n s i o n—a section devoted to my fascination with photographed free fall neither free nor falling (see, the “freedom” of the act is arguable… it seems free, but film catches, imprisons… dark and light are trapped, unchangeable…. hm. Right. I believe it but I don’t :P ). Anyway. Thank you, Mr. Hyde, your, er, interesting style of dance and earth-free kicking bring me many smiles. (Please come to Minneapolis, please please pleeeeeeeeeease!) So yeah, check out the video if you’re into being happy and s u s p e n s i o n if you’re curious ’bout things that make me pause (and no no no, it has nothing to do with hooks and people, ugh ow ick no no).

A stranger on the West Bank with a bag of broken fortune cookies stopped me on the street and offered me his treasure. My arm past my elbow in his garbage sack of prophesies plucked out this: “Someone thinks you are very special and lets you know it.” Oh yes. Yes, I like this….

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Secretly Punk Rock

August 9, 02 //
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I attended the multi-band, skateboard/bmx/motocross fest Warped Tour in St. Paul a couple weeks ago… yeah, yeah, I’m way slow with updates these days—work, school, blah blah blah. Anyway. I had a lot of fun despite not seeing Bad Religion because of the massive flash-flood rainstorm and having missed most of Thursday because the tour started early and they were only letting in about 30 people at a time. Not about to let civility and common decency get in the way, I cut ahead of several hundred people and managed to catch the last three songs. Then to avoid passing out from heat exhaustion (it was well over 90 degrees and disgustingly humid) I salvaged a filthy, stinking rag from the pit after The Casualties, wet it down in a muddy puddle, and wrapped the dripping mess around my head. Later, starved but hardly willing to pay five bucks for a cup of fries, I picked discarded food off the ground and ate it. Ahhhhhhhh Warped Tour, the punkest day of the year. Or something. I took some pictures, most of which sucked, but then my (reusable) camera got wet in the downpour which created all sorts of bizarre and neat effects, like this dork-but-wild one of me. In addition to dehydration then severe chills from the storm, I underwent my annual sunburn-finally-turned golden tan—now I look like a real, live, human being. Yay. Sort of.

Right now I’m on three non-consecutive hours of sleep, so if this update’s disappointing, unprofessional, and hardly worthy of “news” and all that is deepsicks, well… get over it. There may or may not be a small addition to the site soon, as there may or may not be actual, legitimate, and interesting < gasp! > book news. It all depends on… stuff. And stuff.

Some hippies in a Winnebago flashed me the peace sign as I trailed ‘em on 35W today… I wanted to pull them over and force them to take me hostage. I envy… no, admire… no, envy. Movement.

Sparta’s “Wiretap Scars” goes on sale the 13th. Get it. < end transmission >

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