Loganthinks

2008-03-03T21:34:00.000-08:00

Peterson Insurance gives us a handicap of 185 pins. This is pretty much equivalent to giving our team an extra man for the night - one who is a full 50 pins better than our next highest bowler. This ghost man is represented by a little number at the bottom of the score screen above the lanes; a number which initially seems indomitable, but which flounders as the game goes on and the gap

2007-10-09T19:03:00.001-07:00

From Fox News: Many leaks of course come from people who disagree with the policies of whatever administration happens to be in office. I believe there was a time, back when men were men and smoking outdoors wasn’t prohibited, when if you had a sensitive job that required clearances and you were privy to matters of National Security, you shut your gob regardless of whether you agreed with the

2007-02-20T20:17:00.000-08:00

A few months ago, I went home for Christmas. Dad’s shoulder was still too weak to paddle in a canoe, so we decided to take the flatboat down to the marshes to fish. The boat sits in the alley next to our house on a trailer under a blanket of foliage. A Chinese Elm leans crookedly across the alley on that side of the house, dropping its scaly bark in the wind like a leper while

2007-02-07T03:29:00.000-08:00

The belly and chest of an apple frozen in my front yard. Snow is quilted on the lawns, piled against the windows in rolls. It’s the kind of cold that freezes the snot in your nose. It burns the skin, creeps through the walls. It cuts through my coat, frosting the inside of the windows on the bus ride home. Logan has moved in, a new dog’s life in a new arrangement of

2007-01-27T22:14:00.000-08:00

The card in front of me is titled “green”. Beneath these letters, there is a drawing of a man with glasses hunched in front of a computer. He is skinny, with long hands and big feet, and next to him there is a printer producing a ribbon of paper that runs onto the floor. The man looks perplexed. Moving clockwise around the card, there are also pictures of a microscope, a featureless woman

2006-09-18T02:03:00.000-07:00

There’s this movie called Red Dawn on TV. Patrick Swayze is in it, and he plays a high school jock who helps organize suburban teenagers into a guerilla resistance movement. They do this in order to fight the invading Cubans and Russians. This story exists in a fictional near-future, an extension of Regan's America. 1984. Swayze is a tough-love

2006-08-13T00:00:00.000-07:00

Moving out from the Womb of LA. Pragmatism. Coming off the drugs. Time takes longer, on the roads, in the large slow skies. Little towns bleach in the heat, and brick and mortar bones sink awkwardly in the dirt along the roadside. The sun has been cooking the country for weeks. We get baked in the afternoons and blown off the road at nightfall. Missed a picture of a funnel cloud, but caught

2006-07-12T21:37:00.000-07:00

The MachineThe automatic check-in machine at the airport asked me if I would like 5 more inches of leg room.It told me that this would cost me 44 dollars.I was to press one of two buttons, but neither read "fuck you", so my response was meaningless.

2006-07-12T21:33:00.000-07:00

In TV BlueMidnight on the plane. The girl next to me reads a bible by the light of the TV screen on the bulkhead wall.I am angry about lost sleep.It takes a lifetime for someone to discover what is most precious to them.I've learned from my own angry biology that sleep is close to my soul.

2006-07-12T21:21:00.000-07:00

4 Am.I have a camera that sits unused back at home. Black and white film in it. A gift from the folks.I took one roll at the levee; bad focus through rusty fences, the diamond inner geometry of a radio tower.Potential, the hopes and imagination of my parents.This sits dusty, with my instruments, my bike - so many things to have and not to use fully, not to use right.There is a ghost watching me

2006-07-12T21:18:00.000-07:00

Pilot's JokeOver the intercom, the pilot makes a joke.People begin to laugh, and at that moment a screw fails in the hydraulic array of the left wing, just above the massive inner engine mount, and we lurch downward with a groan of cracking metal towards the earth.OrThe screw holds, the girl next to me pulls the shade up, and the sun cuts my eyes and pulls hotly at my skin like melting

2006-07-12T21:13:00.000-07:00

Customer ServiceAt the ticket counter in Chicago, Old men in polo shirts mutter as their leather-tan wives fiddle with gold jewelry and drink coffee.They ask eachother loudly, in words that connect them in ways that they lack the capacity to describe, "what ever happened to customer service?", as if capitalism had ever had a fundamental relationship with this concept.

2006-07-12T21:10:00.000-07:00

Scientist at the GateChicago. Airport, gray morning.Lines at the McDonalds, wrinkly faces and metallic air.The Guy in the seat to my right at the gate is a scientist. Wears glasses. Wears a "Little Mermaid" wristwatch.He is dictating into a tape recorder, softly pulling the pages of a report open and checking the lines against hushed, terse, rewound statements from his machine.

2006-07-12T21:03:00.000-07:00

Jesus Bible XGuy to my left has a leather case, full of pens. It looks like an artist's case.He pulls out a book and highlights passages for half an hour.The book is called "Jesus Bible X"I guess that the "X" isn't meant to be cryptic or apocryphal.Nothing about the shimmering red and gold design of this book is a secret."X" hasn't been new since I was twelve.It is a commercial symbol. It is a

2006-07-12T20:55:00.000-07:00

NOLA Bible X40 minutes later, Jesus Bible X strikes up a conversation with me. He is going to Moline.Where?Part of the Quad Cities, he says; 300,000 people.I believe him.He's got a job interview there. Open position for a Pastor. He's sick of his life in Arizona. The wife agrees.He asks me questions, we talk about writers, and I fail at communicating anything meaningful.They both ask a lot

2006-07-12T20:52:00.000-07:00

Back in a PlaneWaiting in the prop-plane on the tarmac. 1 hour flight to Cedar Rapids. Everyone from the last flight still around me, still fat and happy, pushed a little bit closer ontop of eachother, talking about the floods on the east coast and generally drowning out the part of their minds that wonders what it might be like to fall to earth at 600 miles per hour in a 10 foot wide aluminum

2006-07-12T20:34:00.000-07:00

The IowanAn Iowan started talking to me before we boarded. Old guy, in his 70's, with camcorder in tow. He asked about me, and I made it easy. I'm headed to the university for Literature. We kept talking, and soon we were friendly.He's a farmer. Volunteers at a collective. His group has been in LA visiting strawberry farms. 4 Days in LA was too long for him.He says I should get credit for

2006-07-12T20:28:00.000-07:00

Tranquility BaseThe clouds give way. Brown becomes green with patches of brown. Green with patches of brown crystalize into squares. Sqaures subdivide, their borders taking shape, making cell walls from 2-lane highways, cyclone fencing, and hedgerows.The temptation from above is to think that there aren't enough people out here to fill all of this space. Our broad-winged shadow cuts across a

2005-10-18T20:44:00.000-07:00

I have been getting cryptic emails recently. There is a peculiar quirk in one of my email accounts, where it lists all the incoming messages marked as junk. I can see within the list of messages marked for deletion who has written me junk, and what subject heading they have masked the junk under, but filling the rest of the space allotted for each email is a list of random words. They seem

2005-10-18T19:06:00.000-07:00

He spent eighteen years in front of the piano. I would sit beside him and play through the pages, my notes staggering and adolescent between his low tones. His music sheets were foreign script, code that kept me at arm’s length while his fingers danced through hardwood and ivory shadows, to places I could not imagine.

2005-09-05T03:00:00.000-07:00

Five days agowhen people began shooting each other; when bodies began floating past groups of refugees who were beaten numb by the scale and the quickness and the ferocity of the chaos that followed Katrina's passingwhen my pleading and sleepless nights finally paid off, and my stubborn parents first managed to break through the cellphone gridlock to let me know that they had made their way out

2005-07-26T22:26:00.000-07:00

I have an unusual face. I’m not saying this to sound humble, or worse yet, to sound proud. My face is asymmetrical, which is something that women find undesirable, according to textbooks on biology and human social behavior. I have jowly cheeks, and a lazy lower lip that hangs open when I am not actively trying to correct it. I also have a bumpy, sloping head. My mother used to cut my

2005-05-18T03:31:00.000-07:00

I am getting cryptic emailsthey seem like code for something, like crop circlesthey are just randomly selected words and sentence fragmentsan example, from someone named Gerardo Vickers: "Tomb Raider cookie recipies which one? Asain Verizon strike in 1839 investigate blackouts as far as I know investigate teletubbies Paris. Movies? I'm terribly sorry, don't go that way in 1994/ and if Dreamcast

2005-04-24T01:19:00.000-07:00

I walk outside with my dog at 1 in the morning and i am surprised to find that it has rained.The sky is a shady pink, and the air is misting. My unwashed hooded sweathshirt is zipped tight, though it is not so cold out as it is wet and dark and alive.I have just finished reading a novel. It is about many things, but I can't get to them in any other way than i would if i were explicating a poem.

2005-04-16T22:58:00.000-07:00

engendered in being drunk is all the possibility, meaning, and promise that hides so well during the daylight hoursyou already knew this?fine. But iwas looking at myself in the mirror tonight, pissing and drinking simultaneouslywhich is always funand i AM getting uglieryou didn't know that.

2005-04-06T23:36:00.000-07:00

He is next to me at the table, betting twenty at a time, polyester and sly eyed like a child pretending not to understand the reasoning behind the green machinery. Men with dry bread hands drink to the clink of

2005-03-24T01:29:00.000-08:00

Standing in the shower until the skin on my gut and chest is flushed, I am claustrophobic.I am thinking like an animal caught in a maze, running in shrinking circles.I am running around pieces I have already pegged in, having taken too many turns to find my way back to where I was when I first placed themI am at the end of that game,that stupid IQ triangle game,carved out of wood sitting on my

2005-03-22T23:48:00.000-08:00

unashamedely looking for chemical happinessevery day is spring breakon my couch

2005-03-04T17:52:00.000-08:00

Wish i could take credit for this:"Hey, how's it going? I just wanted to let you know that my favorite movie of all time is a Will Smith action vehicle being released this summer. I just can't get enough of his wisecracking and punching things. Maybe they'll give him a gun in this movie or maybe they'll just have him rely on his wits and sex appeal. It doesn't matter what he uses to overcome the

2005-02-26T19:44:00.000-08:00

2005-02-16T20:41:00.000-08:00

there's a bar in hell where you can talk about your problems.

2005-02-12T03:48:00.000-08:00

I am tucked beneath two sweatshirts and my new rain jacket, the second jacket given to me in as many Christmases by my parents. A few feet ahead, framed through the open hole of my tightly-drawn hood, my father is picking his way unsteadily through the snow. Our dog is wading happily ahead of him, a black brushstroke of motion darting between tree trunks and hedgerows. It is snowing in New

2005-02-09T01:40:00.000-08:00

Wouldn't it be great to be dying of cancer, Logan? Wouldn't it not be great? Wouldn't it be great not just to understand the difference, but to understand the imperative for it? Without the imperative drunk on purpose and the understanding of one's place in the world is just drunk and fucking someone which is just me sitting in sagging skin with my eyes on the last page of the calendar

2005-01-26T21:46:00.000-08:00

*Dear Art Instruction Schools, Even whilst growing up, watching my 13-inch television set that took a pair of needle-nose pliers to operate, I distinctly remember your advertisements as they squeezed between episodes of Batman: The Animated Series and Jeopardy! Being a latch-key kid, I always welcomed after-school television as a

2004-10-19T19:54:00.000-07:00

On the pavement. Thirteen days of waiting for the suit to go on sale. Forty-five minutes a week ripping coupons, destined for the manila folder by the door. Sixty-five percent of the car payment saved, at ten percent of the monthly paycheck. Seventeen thousand and change in the investment account, thirty in the Roth – occasional talks

2004-10-01T20:38:00.000-07:00

Memorial. My second experience with a gun cost me five dollars and lasted two minutes. My first experience lasted only slightly longer, in the twilight of early summer two days after my 12th birthday. I shot twelve rounds from a .22

2004-09-22T21:41:00.000-07:00

She says that she would like very much to go to the beach. The screen door to the back porch is open, and our thermostat is set to 74. The neighbors across the alley are cooking chorizo sausages, accompanied by the wailing, trumpeting crescendos of narco corridos from the radio in their kitchen. The song playing at the moment is a slow ballad; the protagonist has killed his adulterous

2004-09-19T23:33:00.000-07:00

they have the ability to mingle and socialize without being drunk and obnoxious, but even more so, they have the ability to socialize without really talking to anyone... just lingering and looking "intellectual" and "up to something" so much to learn or not

2004-09-08T16:30:00.000-07:00

half the job of going to the job is the job of dealing with people pull that social face from the hidden fat and wrinkles today it didnt particularly fit driving in sunbleached brown along concrete oiled arteries wiping the blood from picked pimples with reciepts mashed bewteen the car seats sweaty in the mirror missed some spots with the razor the burnt yellow drapery hills undulating by

2004-08-29T20:29:00.000-07:00

Fucking sunny and 75 unbelivable... it would be perfect if there were a better landscape to go with it in your car this sunshine makes it almost bearable to be stuck in the stink and concrete of this city's byways almost the drivers are nuts, but drivers everywhere are nuts its the biggest fucking cliche in the universe to move somewhere and act surprised about how bad the drivers are

2004-08-11T00:44:00.000-07:00

the old neighbor to our left had a heart attack tonight he looked like death on a stretcher his face was an oxygen mask, mechanic, shrunken white i watched from the upstairs window and wondered why no one was in a hurry good luck away go the lights and the watching faces miss you dad...

2004-07-27T01:24:00.000-07:00

Vancouver wins i lose because i am not rich yet and i don't live there chris is now married, feeding the european economy and the canadian healthcare system with his honeymoon of gamblin' and impulse appliance buying the rest of the wedding party returns to their lives, wondering how he made it this far, and how far he will continue to go i got back into the states this morning ... or maybe

2004-07-09T15:56:00.000-07:00

SO WHINY thanks senor catgadge

2004-07-09T03:13:00.000-07:00

with each drink things got worse while no one's fault we walked up one dead end after another with each drink perhaps there is more desperation to reach agreement on something to feel a consensus to feel like something is ok because lord knows when the lights go out and we go home nothing is ok goodnight, good logan lets hope tommorow brings better things

2004-07-06T23:51:00.000-07:00

Jesus H Christ you know... i don't really have much at the moment but I can't have that incoherent nonsense from the from the last post be what greets the visitor (paul) when he decides to see whats new with logan's webpage it looks like i got pretty worked up over that "spam robot challenge" but hey that'll happen... that will happen. so as the deftones say here's my new address

2004-06-27T00:19:00.001-07:00

spam robot challnge? im somne robot? some spam program? posting on vagitron's LIVEJORUNAL2K4!!!1oneon1e because i want to advertise something? i FAILED the SPAM ROBOT TEST? it's a bunch of indistinghusihable numbers and characters YOU FUCK! YOU type "q rff3 4 tu b10" as scraweld by some ILLITERATE 3 YEAROLD on a fucking CHALKBOARD TEXTURED BACKROUND FULL OF PIXELS AND SHIT i will kill

2004-06-24T19:03:00.000-07:00

I am losing my mind or just my center of gravity plans and prepartions big moves and big changes one thousand pounds of shit i don't need headed for my backsteat with attatchments to every ounce of everything i know and own like ligaments holding in place the static life i'm leaving i'm wobbling on new legs and i don't know how to come to terms with old people

2004-06-09T22:49:00.000-07:00

Train, train movin’ round the bend... Well he took my baby But he never will again

2004-05-18T21:14:00.000-07:00

Everyone says New Jersey smells like shit. They're mostly right. Medford smells like highways and piney woods. i spent two days with a 96 year old grandmother who can't remember what her husband's face looked like. she told fantastic stories about people i'd never heard of. we took walks around the nursing wing and watched the chipmunks burrow into the immacuately-manicured lawns. life

2004-05-10T14:50:00.000-07:00

california fuck what am i doing here

2004-04-27T00:42:00.000-07:00

California here we come

2004-04-26T02:06:00.000-07:00

at the end of the deer hunter nick dies twice once in captivity when the viet cong force him to hold the revolver to his head and once in saigon because try as he might, he can't beat what's already killed him few things fuck with me like the end of that movie does i'm worthless and stagnant not because i'm scared of what in life will happen to me but because i'm scared of what it

2004-04-21T15:51:00.000-07:00

my dialogue with the vagitron, re: comments posted on his blog. Z luap: all this time i thought you were cool Z luap: but you are dork simple words, voicing simple frustation at the comments posted anonymously on his "updates on my crazy life" live journal. Z luap: my Z luap: god Z luap: what Z luap: the Z luap: fuck confusion, anger. Z luap: there is no way you wrote that it's true,

2004-04-16T00:55:00.000-07:00

oh man. paul. your journal story was good but some chick posted a response and it totally stole your thunder. OMGWTFBBQ

2004-04-16T00:09:00.000-07:00

listen mr late night black jack computer game kiss my ass with your always beats my 19 i may owe you 1500 "virtual dollars" but you are going to have to gather up your faggoty virtual ass and come over here and take them out of my virtual money bin because i'm fucking scrooge mc fucking duck i will fuck your shit right up you may have the "odds" on your side but wait let's see how you

2004-04-15T01:04:00.000-07:00

fuck you television fuck you band that is no more fuck you rainy towson logan, you're cool and fuck you colony apartments I'm out.

2004-04-04T23:48:00.000-07:00

Triple X: a quickie it would be stating the obvious to make small talk about this movie being bad. it would be a disservice to any negative words like "bad" or "totally beyond insultingly craptacular" to attatch them to this movie. this movie requires its own unique, creative vocabulary. Perhaps there hasn't yet been invented a language that can describe this movie. i recently heard "

2004-03-30T18:01:00.000-08:00

back again. edited. a story that got me into school. 1 out of 6 and counting so far, but my motto for the world of grad school academia since january has been "fuck em" so... ....3 2 1 ficiton Gabriel Houck 625 Riordan Terrace Towson MD 21204 Short Story, Untitled I. So the weirdest secret about me is that when I jerk off I think about when I was 8 and my parents took our family to

2004-03-14T23:31:00.000-08:00

Wrestlemania twenty was on tonight. In edgewood. At Chuck's house. Tonight I re-experienced the full spectrum of emotions in 5 hours (yes it was 5 hours long) that i once felt while playing "WWE Smackdown : HERE COMES THE PAIN!" on playstation with Paul and Dave last year. It's easy to find an analogy for watching this much wrestling. maybe like drinking a Steele Reserve: it is tough at

2004-03-07T00:03:00.000-08:00

shows are shows who knows its all the same after 5 natty bohs time to start playing pop punk, or time to be a party band good music is going nowhere fast and bottles of whiskey can't drink themselves heres to drug deals at denny's to lil' john and to HOLD UP THE BABY because the crowd demands to see the baby, so bitch better hold him up ... walking my dog tonight i realized that i am

2004-03-03T01:51:00.000-08:00

Top 5 band name candidates for the show this weekend: 1 BAND 2 ROCK BAND 3 IMMOBILE COUCH MOUNTED BONG FORCE 4 OGAN's HEROES 5 THE JIM STARK EXPRESS (fucking again because they already made the fliers) Number of sleeping pills taken but which are not working: 2 Expiration date of medicine given to Logan to stop her constant pooping due to eating the meatloaf the neighbor left in the street: 9/

2004-03-01T02:29:00.000-08:00

ugh - nothing proliferates the creative mood like the supportive quips at blogger's homepage... "Blog me tender" it says. ah... so much to hate. speaking of, ESPN needs a talking-to. I let you pull one over on me once, shame on you: Specifically, if you ever saw an "Playmakers", you might have been able to drink heavily, perhaps go out afterwards, and forget that you lost an hour of your

2004-02-13T22:30:00.000-08:00

on schedule for tonight now going through the motions of pulling yourself away from things that like you from things you like do my home remedies for things that broke and that dont go back together somewhere in my head the pattern is getting tired and i am getting tired of it nothing in its right place

2004-02-13T22:29:00.000-08:00

what is really wierd is to come to write here and see what you wrote before who wrote that? why is that here all stupid. oh man, if only i wrote more about videogames. if only i thought i was writing a funny column about video games cheating. oh man.

2004-02-10T01:47:00.000-08:00

Video game justice was swift and terrible tonight at my house. I am playing NBA 2003, and out of novelty i am giving the washington wizards a chance to shine against the sorry, last-in-the-league-ranked denver nuggets. what starts as soon as the opening tipoff is a series of goofy fouls like "back court violation" and "3 seconds in the paint". i steer jordan and his crew of suckers into

2004-01-29T17:40:00.000-08:00

so coming off smoking pot is supposed to preface a few weeks to a few months of depression. it would be awesome if that was the issue. it would be awesome if i forgot to pick up my little brother at baseball practice, or got kicked off my basketball team, got pregnant, or shot my freind with my father's gun. I am completely lost in this igloo i live in. come on summer. come on changes.

2004-01-12T23:41:00.000-08:00

i took down the last story because as much as it isn't meant to be an essay about what actually happened with real people, it uses too many familliar names - and i guess it wasn't really cool to arbitrarily put something like that up for people to see. it'll go back up again later tho. thanks -gabe

2003-12-16T21:02:00.000-08:00

by leaps and bounds this was the most fucked up day i have ever had to deal with what do you listen to on the radio on your way to the hospital?

2003-12-16T08:03:00.000-08:00

EVERYONE is crazy and calling me at 9 AM why wont the last post about jake go away? it doesnt flow well with the gay poem beneath it

2003-12-11T01:16:00.000-08:00

your sweetness and my stink of desperation curls smiles and sours the mood to a sickly sheen to curdled piss and lonely walks that wander past home in shitty dreams

2003-12-08T12:33:00.000-08:00

SO i took the tagboard off of here so vaigtron would stop signing in with some name related to butt sex and say funny things... honestly, don't read this stuff. its old. if you have to read about 2916 or old fiction or other gay stuff like that, it's in the archives of this thing but i really dont use this anymore.

2003-10-21T02:06:00.000-07:00

holy crap i need to sleep

2003-10-17T01:08:00.000-07:00

Here's my new address 6 6 4 oh I forget Here's some of your Evidence now take it home and Fuck with it... did you get it get it? well write it DOWN

2003-09-08T03:18:00.000-07:00

another bit of fiction that i haven't saved to disk yet. It's just bad fiction, go away. again, just FICTION. *** So the weirdest secret about me is that when I jerk off I think about when I was 8 and my parents took our family to cape cod in November for Thanksgiving and I spent the afternoons chasing crabs along very cold beaches. I think about black sand caked to my chilly, pale feet,

2003-08-14T22:08:00.000-07:00

i can't find any good disks to put these on, and my CD burner is fucked. it's just dumb shit i've written for a few minutes at a time this summer, and i don't want to lose it because my computer catches more viruses than a whore on payday. anyways, here you go, blogger. Talking with him was like having a subconscious conversation about every mistake you’d ever made in your life. His

2003-06-05T13:11:00.000-07:00

ok folks. its been fun. but logan and i are changing format. blogspot is weak sauce... blogs are suspect... blogs with nothing to say that people read are even more suspect... ones with fruit decorations written in green... well, that about says it all. peace to all its doggy walkin time

2003-06-01T01:39:00.000-07:00

DONT ACT LIKE You KNOW paul Paul z xzfg

2003-05-30T20:42:00.000-07:00

there's ben lots of waiting and waiting and bullshit and incompletion and adding of new things to do and nothing except nothing seems to be getting done around here. I use the passive tense to avoid responsibility. at least I'm going home soon... but i fear i'm moving just to keep moving as dave would say the places i fear the most are here. and having to make it, now much more alone

2003-05-24T20:09:00.000-07:00

Who is the best dog?

2003-05-21T14:56:00.000-07:00

i slept at my new house for the first time last night the bed was facing the walk-in closet, the sliding closet opening, and the doorway; i'm not used to staring at that many openings when i go to sleep so i turned the bed sideways today - it looks very stupid but at least my view is a little different. I lay awake for while last night remembering the night Guhan and Scott got kicked out of

2003-05-19T22:31:00.000-07:00

I HATE MACINTOSH not for their image, not for their advertisments, not for anything ideological, conceptual, political, or for other such silly reasons... i hate them because they are slower than a retarded parapalegic turtle inching up a very steep hill. not to mention all the other insanely frustrating glitches, un-prompted commands, and hidden functions that make my

2003-05-19T00:44:00.000-07:00

FUCK FUCK FUCK moving and birthday week have sucked so far my world is crazy my new house is weird and unsettling i have not slept there yet i have not gone back to see kids at hopkins yet i have not shopped for food yet nor have i ordered cable or internet service i am generally grumpy, and must do alot this week, including prepare and teach a really hard-to-teach SAT II class... i have

2003-05-12T13:26:00.000-07:00

a little Propagandhi while we pack... -"And yes i recognize the irony that the very system i oppose affords me the luxury of biting the hand that feeds. But that's exactly why priveledged fucks like me should feel obliged to whine and kick and scream" - ...and tho they're gay and i'm not, and since pretention is the word of the day... -"And maybe you're alot like me - identified for 14 years

2003-05-10T20:54:00.000-07:00

SO this is it for a bit... sucks ot go out on such a rarely updated and inconsequential note, but it's been a very busy and exhausting time getting drunk and saying goodbye to everyone for the last 2 weeks... I move on monday, and i'm betting that this will be the last post for at least a few weeks thanks to the very slow response time of DSL companies to even the most rigourous efforts to

2003-05-06T22:47:00.000-07:00

I dont want credit for the pirate nuts joke. I just read it on the internet. Lots of people like to think they told a joke first - or told it a certain way first - no me importa. paul, the dismemberment plan, dude on the internet - its all yours. Therefore, I renounce my claim to the Tea Leoni "wedge wedge wedge wedge wedge" Haiku also. it's all been done before peoples. hot pocket

2003-05-06T02:50:00.000-07:00

worm in turnips: it turned out that that previous diagnosis of grumplore was wrong. Actual: WHYDYOUWAKEMEUPINTHEMIDDLEOFTHENIGHTYOUCOCKSUCKERNOWICANTSLEEPANDIVEGOTSCHOOLINTWOHOURSCOCKSUCKFUCKER BIGGABER: wow

2003-05-06T01:09:00.000-07:00

EVeyone. go to www.jimbomania.com find the song Cowboy Blues. listen to it. it is me. and jim. and it is awesome.

2003-05-06T01:07:00.000-07:00

A pirate walks into a bar with a ship's wheel sticking out of his pants. The bartender says, "Hey, what's with the wheel?" The pirate says, "Aaaar, it's driving me nuts!"

2003-05-05T13:25:00.000-07:00

now i don't drive drunk. but this morning i woke up. and then i went back to sleep. and then this afternoon i woke up. and called Jenn. because i was confused. SO many things happened last night, and step by step, piece by piece she explained to me the cause of all of my cuts and bruises, along with the rest of the goings on. It was amazing. I listened without remembering a single

2003-05-01T18:05:00.000-07:00

poop tried to write something earlier but it failed. Not a good writing day today. ate sushi. feel sick. like sushi tho. so. All my friends are upset for different reasons. Dan's not telling. Paul's barely passing. Dave is doing all sorts of shit for work and being upset about it. me - i just excercised and ate sushi and talked to some people i havent' seen in a while who are in town

2003-04-29T14:25:00.000-07:00

dude it's been like a week. My old insane roomate from junior and senior year named Chris came into town. SO that's my explanation. it's been a weird and very drunk around here. I'm upset because paul has now updated his blog more ferquently than I have. last night someone passed out on our toilet. eew. the madness ends tommorow at 5:30. until then ...

2003-04-22T13:54:00.000-07:00

So i've been wasting quite a few of my youthful hours and days recently playing this wickedly frustrating online "slime volleyball" game. I can get to the final level, which, if you can believe it, is a handicap sudden-death match which forces you to score on an opponent slime 6 times in a row to win in a situation where you are unfailry outmatched in every possible way. It's basically like

2003-04-21T02:14:00.000-07:00

so much candy... such.. a stupid.. weekend.... So now - the rundown given in the impersonal past tense: chinese buffet was eaten shots were taken tabs were paid for by other people buckets were puked in dumb conversations were had girlfriends were mad easter was attended stomachs were upset too much chocolate was eaten dogs were left at girlfriends' houses roomates dissappeared

2003-04-16T23:33:00.000-07:00

so its one of those times when things are not as they appear to be and i am eating handfuls of gourmet jelly beans sent by my mother for easter and arnold schwarznegger is on late night moive channels killing ambiguous arabic types with missle launchers and i am feeling queasy after 4 beers and a 40 and scoializing with kids who turn out to be much younger than me tho i have left

2003-04-16T11:37:00.000-07:00

whose gonna start a Rock n Roll BAND? LO GAN . . lo gan . .

2003-04-16T01:03:00.000-07:00

a song i wish i could have written myself... * once again i'm stuck in here once again im in low gear once again i have the fear once again i'm stuck in here hey just close the door think back and just ignore hey just close your eyes think back and realize ooooh no stuck in here oh no still stuck in here what makes youthink that it's okay don't start it off dont relate take the job

2003-04-14T11:52:00.000-07:00

Bad dreams have started up again. I'll wake up in the middle of them and be so upset that i'll try to go back to sleep -I'll try and finish them in the hopes that things get will get better than they were before i woke up. I did this yesterday and again this morning - now it's early afternoon. Even now at 23, the inside of my head can be a very cruel place. But it's sunny outside. Logan's

2003-04-13T21:17:00.000-07:00

I'm pissed off today. that's a pretty trite way to start writing something but it's the only thing i can think of. I'm coming back to the beginning of this after i finished writing it because i wanted to say that this was all stream of consciousness writing. I didn't think about it or change stuff around. I wrote it that way beacuse i'm upset and i don't really know what else to do other

2003-04-11T21:31:00.000-07:00

something else i wrote around the beginning of college... I was mad about something. i'm too stupid to put anything else up: Live in prisons. Absorb the sweat. Bake in it. Drink smoke like water and let it soften your skin like a friendly old coat. Slip into it; shed it less and less for the harsh light beyond the window shades. Drown your mind in moving pictures; reclined, stagnant,

2003-04-11T01:56:00.000-07:00

I've been looking through old writing i did maybe a year and a half ago, and i came across a bit i wrote about the band. There was a period early on where Paul got depressed and wanted to quit - this was right around the end of a schoolyear, and he was leaving town and felt bad about the way things were being done (or not done). I'm sure i was an ass and entirely unhelpful, and i don't remember