Monthly Archive for January, 2002

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aero (15k image)Hi,

It appears to be loading okay now, and from what you’ve described sounds as thought it’s a load related issue. We’re going to be taking steps shortly to reduce the load significantly on area51, which should alleviate this problem permanently.


Fuck yeah. Finally they are going to fix my server problems which is why my journal software is giving Elle such a huge ass headache. And Elle you rock for that post today. It looks like so much fun and I may have to partake in the fun later tonite.

I am wanting to get rid of my 28-200mm f/3.5 lens for my camera. I barely use it. Gonna sell it and get a 16mm Fisheye. So if anyone wants to do a trade to fit a Nikon, come forward damnit!

This morning I went in to work early to photograph some guitarists who are auditioning to be in Limp Bizkit. It’s funny that the other guitarist in the Bizkit left. Why would he have left…he obviously is spineless so why would he quit a band that is so successful. I mean, he could have morals, but if he did he wouldn’t be there in the first place. It is just boggling my mind. I did find that bit on MTV where they were on stage doing a soundcheck and he built this lighting deal in to his shirt. It was fucking with his wireless guitar. It was so Spinal Tap it hurt. I did listen to that remix CD they just put out. It’s not too shabby. Funny, that is how i got in to the Cure, with MIXED UP.

Why is it 70 degrees outside? WHAT THE FUCK? Someone make it feel like winter. Give me some damn snow. What the hell is wrong with this planet. I am so ready to pack it up and move back to Mars.

casualties of love

(stevie, you play with my heart like a cat with yarn)Welcome home, little Elly

Is this redesign not the shit or what? It is both SWANK and MOD! It is like someone is swanking me upon my head, that is how swank it is. I haven�t posted in a long time. Don�t hurt me.


10 Years Ago…
Sight: the puke green tile walls of public school, glasses refelctions
Smell: oxy-5, chanel no. 5, sweaty gym uniforms. Yellow and black. Yuck. Like bees.
Taste: saltines from the cafeteria
Sound: hormones bouncing off tile, sneakers in the hallway
Touch: brown suede, embroidery
Best: chemistry sets, anticipation, basements, ice skates, the ping-pong racetrack game. More anticipation.
Worst: insecurity
Memory: Mrs. Davidson, she looked like a bug. Sounds of a French Horn.
Person: Stacie or Stephanie, or Bun, or Gurd. Ryan. Tommy. Kim. Adam.
Song: “Friday I�m in Love,� The Cure. And Jodeci. Always with the Jodeci.

5 Years Ago…
Sight: J�s shadow as he entered my room, 2 am
Smell: laundry and pizza and nail polish and spray paint
Taste: beer, skin, Wal-Mart carbonated flavored water, gummy peaches
Sound: giggles, groans, squeaks, the Cowboy Junkies, heartbeats, Counting Crows, guitar, Jenny Jones
Touch: cotton, fire, charcoal
Best: Independence, health, looks
Worst: Drama, lack of motivation
Memory: nightly dining hall dinners with Shel, huffing with Jules (that wasn�t a good idea)
Song: “Tower of Strength”, Mission UK

3 Years Ago…
Sight: Harrisonburg, the underside of tables
Smell: vomit, malt
Taste: tears and more beer
Sound: bass
Touch: hot metal and drafting paper and aluminum and lycra
Worst: Sleepless nights
Memory: an unending desire to both run away and stay forever
Person: Matt. Lauren
Song: anything by Springsteen or Prince

1 Year Ago…
Sight: this screen
Smell: coffee, fresh air, kisses
Taste: rough skin, better skin, happy skin
Sound: rattling keypads
Touch: plastic, glass, gel
Best: contentedness, the New Independence, laughter
Worst: beating back the past
Memory: trying to explain politics to the former roommate, impossible
Person: Sig
Song: “Kimberly Austin,� Porno for Pyros

1 Month Ago…
Sight: J back at my door, this time with a girlfriend in tow
Smell: the vacuuming powder that smells gaggingly like dead roses
Taste: chicken sandwich
Sound: wrapping paper, water moving in pipes
Touch: leather, flannel, cold
Best: emails that explained things, someone to watch TV with
Worst: apathy and regret
Memory: stubbing my foot on half-full packing boxes, saying �fuck� a lot
Person: Justin
Song: �Acuff-Rose,� Uncle Tupelo

1 Week Ago…
Sight: the Mac
Smell: Tropical body spray, hardwood wax
Taste: Diet Dr. Pepper
Sound: wind outside, the whirrrrrrrrr of this here machine
Touch: plywood, down
Best: work
Worst: work
Person: Dad
Song: �Guitar Strings,� Cash Brothers

Sight: Bossman�s fancy obsidian cufflinks
Smell: Bagels, spaghetti, shampoo, my brother�s teeshirt
Taste: cheesecake ice cream
Sound: buzzing lights, the Safeway clerk I like named Missy
Touch: full stomach
Best: laughing at powerpoint
Worst: waking up too early
Person: Kristen, my brother
Memory: skidding down the hall in my Clydesdale slippers
Song: Creed. I wanted to cry, my buttons wouldn�t turn it off.

Sight: messy car, the traffic in the darkness of 5:30 am
Smell: deoderant
Taste: Pepsi, yuck
Sound: Military men, business cliches
Touch: string
Best: thinking up dirty jokes in important meetings, looking foxxy if I do say so myself
Worst: having to pee all the time, my bladder is the size of a grape
Memory: ironing clothes
Song: “Electric Boogaloo�

True story

I�m driving home around 8 :30 last Sunday night, and I�m on Route 7 right at the exit for 66. And I�m at the red light, and I slowly start to pull forward, and I see someone trying to cross the highway near the exit. Which isn�t very smart, granted, but he�s wearing white, so at least he�s pretty visible.

Guess who it was?

Jesus Christ! No, really. It some guy in a long dark beard with long flowing hair. And he was wearing a white gown, with a tan wraparound-shawl thing. I didn�t catch the shoes, but I wouldn�t be surprised if there weren�t any, it was a nice night.

Or maybe some sandals.

Anyways, this was the best thing to happen all weekend. I called Sig and was all like �Make me dinner! By the way, I just saw Jesus!�

Nevermind the fact that it doesn�t sound half as cool when you consider it was a Sunday night near a bunch of churches that might have been having a play or something. I just like to think Jesus really needed some groceries from Trader Joes. He�s hippie like that.

The rest of the weekend I had various babies throwing up on me, and I saw the �Count of Monte Christo.� Not nearly as cool as Jesus.


Sig and I have been watching that Steven King miniseries, �Rose Red.� It is one of those things I have to watch every night, but by the time the credits roll I will be slumped in my chair and yell �MAN that sucked.� But I can�t stop watching it.

Gef�lschte Musik l��t die Leute zusammen kommen

Listening to : On Shroud 9, Janson, Piece of Resistance, Plily and Dole, Baskerville.

If I had a band, it would be a hair metal piece called Klyt.

S-well, you�re getting married. Congrats. May you have many many minature children. Elfin, even.

i am the great doughty gabay

limpbiz-sm (7k image)This is the shit I get every fucking day. When is it going to end?! At least there are some that just make me laugh.

From : “xxx xxxxxxxx”
To :
Subject : Message to mr. Doughty Himself, if he finds the time…………..


I wonder if this little message could b passed on to the great Doughty himself? I’ve got some Cookie Lookie Funny facts to ponder on for his hungry hammerbrain;


Hi Mister doughty, lo0000oved your show on Lowlands (…sugarfree supergrass…) A couple of years ago. Beatifull strung, lotsa dewlaps swung, an me drung, drunk like watta, watta fuck??

The Following is a journey into your own lyrics with me as a guide too… If you catch my drift – wood. Wanna try?? – >

-> Q is: – Can u say : – A man drives a plane into the – chrysler building – and it’s chicago – it’s not chicago – (e.k.a. NY??), and still claim : Ich habbe nichts gewust?? ;-). Kiddigoat. Just normalizing the signal, just banging on freon.

Got my faith goatee on. For real. I believe that everything becomes real if you trie hard enough – and have the time and means to do it, that is -.

Paleolithicium. Funny that, I majored in geology – praecambrium – and am currently on lithiCIum. Tried to take a – NON SuiciDail{526463} – Ride with PIXIE-Jefrey up to Olympus Mons, Cut myself – While shaving of cos, then they (of Courrrse, of Courrrse [Richard III]!!!!) locked me up in a mental
dentAll hospital. Now; the more mental the hospital, the less dental care it gives, the worse the shaving gear. Matter of optical economics, right? That is to say, points of views…

Annyway, it’s not a bad place. The air in the smoking room burns itself THRU cigarrettemouths like the names of a million candybars (or super and sub strings gleich sie fieler Ein steine seht flickeren in deiner eigenes sehr kleinen Uhr Spiele.

Your Doughty-licks, mr. Doughty, sting my brain THRU the sound of your MUse Music Muse. And they’ve ground a ground – they’re a ground ground -right into the gro0ves of my mill-i-stone memorybox.

And it’s a rivergrooving problem that drives the Netherlands overbankdwellers insane. Q is: Can you decide to live in a overbank deposit area and expext no wet feet? Q is: Can you stop walking sanddunes from walking? Q is: Can you make coincidence into miracle by trying hard enough
and cheat a bit – preprogramming?

Q is – What is a CD? Held up into the sun? If you laid it on a rock on a sunny day with the sunny side up, is there a chance, somewhere in Schrodingers realm, that the CD”s churning tuning would be picked up and rain down down down down down into someone else’s brainbox? Just a Q?

By the way, my name is Sammy, for REAL! (of Courrrse, of Courrrse [Richard III]!!!!) I like the Moon, but prefer the sunny side of the street. ;-). Wrote a little poem though (in dutch, i’ll translate) on sinks and washing in them, knowing the stair is there etc.:

iT SLEEPS in your sink and
SCREAMS when you open the tap.
Suckles at all your electric sockets.
Burps, pukes and cries into your TV.
Giggles and tickles with 10 fingers
and 10 toes beneath your pans & pots.
Turn up that heater on the wall!!!
The bottle is already heeding the call.

To end some more cut and paste work, hope u enjoyed it!

There is freedom within, there is freedom without, trying to catch the Baltic sea in a papercup, So Janine, I’d drink U up, if I could, but…

But don’t dream it’s over, hey now, hey mister postman look and C, if there’s a message in your bag for me, could be a bomb or it could be a letter, or an ad, that would even be better, a message from erehwon to nowhere, that goes on and on, I’ts been such a long long time, Colors spread around, everything in it’s right place a the right time. Since I could laugh at this world of mine, I could’nt stop laughing!!!!!!!!

?desu erehw sretirwgnos tahw ,noitseuq terces

COFFY signing off singing of four the best soul COUGHINGCOFFIN