| Family |
[Apr. 4th, 2007|09:48 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Nick Cave ~ Song of Joy | ] |
Today I received a phone call at work. When I picked up the phone I figured it was going be a call about the new releases, you know the usual "Are your new movies in?" or "When do you think your movies will be in?" but no. It was a phone call from a kid that simply said "Did'chu know?"
I respond, "Did I know what?"
"Your sister got raped."
"What?! by who?"
"Some guy."
And then a flurry of curse words ran through my mouth with sternly held volume. Complete rage encompassed me at this point. I then told the little shit-gob not to call me or contact my sister at all. After my brief cheerful chat I frantically searched for my mother's work number and called her. I told her what happened and she preceded to tell me that my sister broke up with her boyfriend and that he was harassing her and my mother through the means of constant phone calls from either him, his brother or the shit-gob that called me. I then collected the names and contact numbers for these shit disturbers' parents and called them at either their work place or at their home. It was futile to call their respective mothers and fathers at work. I either received a "That person no longer works here." or "They now work at blah blah blah." or their answering box.
I then waited for the ex-boyfriend's father\mother to return home from work to let him know about the cheerful news of what their son was doing. When I called the bugger answered and with a slight disguised voice i asked for his father. The dumbass said "Okay" and handed the phone over. The phone call went like this.
"Hello is this (name)'s father?"
"Yes, it is. May I ask who's calling?"
"I'm David, your son was dating my sister up until recently and as a result he's been harassing my sister and my mother, and today myself at my place of work."
"Excuse me who are you, and who's your sister?"
"I'm (Sister's name)'s older brother David, and your boy has been using his little brother and his friend to harass my mother and sister with phone calls."
"Okay I'll have a talk with him."
"Hold on, hold on. Let me finish. Let me tell you what he has been saying or rather what he's been getting his brother and friend to tell my sister and mother yesterday: he got his brother and his friend to tell my mother, and sister that (ex-boyfriend's name) committed suicide. And they continued to call all day and night. It has also reached to the point where your son's friend called me up to tell me that my sister was raped by some guy.
"Needless to say I want this to stop. And I thought I'd better tell you and let you handle it other than to go directly through the court system. Because that will cause many headaches for everyone but I will do it if he doesn't stop harrassing my mother, sister or even myself."
Silence.
"Are you still there?"
"Yeah."
"Could you please get me (ex's friend's name)'s phone number?"
"uh, yeah hold on... Apparently the kid's movin' down to Ottawa next week and their phone is cut-off."
"Thank you now I don't think I'll have to remind you that I don't want to hear anything more about this again. But if he does do it again I will have your son go to court, and I don't think I'll have to tell you what that will mean for you."
"Yeah, I'll have a talk with him right now."
"Thanks for your cooperation, and make sure that his mother knows about this."
Frankly, with the few words he did sputter, he did not sound pleased. I hope I don't have to bring him through a whole valley of shit just to get through a point. I liked the boy. He seemed really nice. He gave me his bass (before that I was thinking about taking him aside and beating the shit out of him, being the loving and protective brother that I am.
I am a nice person, vulgar yes, but nice and kind. You can say, do some bad things to me. I may take offense but I will still treat you with some dignity. But if you ever fuck with my family I will raise hell in your path. The moral of the story is: Fuck with me you'll be fine. Fuck with my sister and you'll wish you were never born. |
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| The Da Vinci Codex of Mindless Yapping Drones |
[Sep. 4th, 2006|12:04 am] |
I have been busy for the last several months, hence the reason why I haven't been able to update my journal. You know going to Denmark, and Ontario, and working extra shifts has put a damper on some things. First of all I went over to Denmark with a couple of friends (who just got married a couple of weeks ago) to go check out Roskilde Festival. It's a music festival but I'll get into that later. This post isn't really about catching up it's more about me bitching about that mindless mass that has enveloped around me. Or rather I've noticed it much more recently.
Today I've had this one customer call and ask me twice on whether or not we have DaVinci Code in yet, I told her twice "No, DaVinci Code won't be coming out till November or December."
So the lady comes into the store walks up to the counter and asks me, "Still no DaVinci Code returned yet?"
I am proud of myself when I dealt with this woman; I didn't have to add a body to the landfill I've been making for the dead morons. I simply told her, without blowing up at her, "The DaVinci Code won't be released till November or December."
And the fucking imbecile's only response was a sarcastic "OHHH!!! OKAY!" Then she stormed off towards the New Release section, possibly looking for The DaVinci Code.
That wasn't the only dumbass customer I had today. Most of them were people who didn't have their membership card or picture ID, but these people still try to get me to rent them out their movies cause they believe I would recognize them, or that they believe I could use their phone number as proof, or even a credit card and a debut card as proof as who they are. I even had one who tried to use hid cell phone as proof as to who he was. The guy who tried to use his cell phone had to be the most special of them all. He just kept on talking and fucking talking and kept on saying “I see you’re having a bad day, but don’t take it out on me. Man I come here often okay, I’m still a customer. I swear this phone has my phone number, that’s proof to who I am. Blah Blah Blah” Dear god! I just wanted to rip this fucker’s face off.
“Those movies are mine, I’m going to rent them when I get back, make sure no one rents them bla blah blah.” He’s saying this while there’s a large sign that says “NO RESERVATIONS” and “MUST PRESENT MEMBERSHIP CARD OR PICTURE ID”
And dumbass returns ten minutes later and still keeps on talking and talking and getting in my face about how I shouldn’t be taking out my frustration on him. This only infuriates me. First of all I can’t help him out unless he has his goddamn piece of plastic with his name, birth date and his ugly fucking mug on it, or his piece of fucking shit Video Shack card. Second of all, I don’t know this fucker!
Just cause I work in customer service it doesn’t mean I’ll remember every piece of shit dumbass that comes in. And it doesn’t fucking mean that I should care about your problems or your goddamn life. I AM NOT A FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST!!! Hell, I’m the kind of guy who’d tell someone to go kill his or herself if I didn’t like them. I hate these fucking imbeciles that I have to deal with everyday. I like a customer who just wants their crap and jet without saying a fucking word. Or how about people who just walk around carrying a wallet of all the cards they need, like basic identification cards, a credit card, debut card, and some cash. You know sensible things to carry around when you’re going out, especially when you want to go out and rent fucking Down Syndrome Dora and her LSD Hallucinated Monkey for the retarded child that gets dumber and more depraved as they watch crappy television. What the hell is wrong with these people? It’s not fucking rocket science. In fact it’s just crap you should be carrying anyway. I mean who walks around without their wallet or ID? Apparently half of this town is full of fucking retards that can’t carry around three pieces of fucking plastic. |
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| CD Ownership |
[May. 25th, 2006|11:34 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Audioslave ~ Cochise | ] |
I thought I should let you all know that I own about 300-340 cds (if you count the burned cds and ones I shall be buying very soon) and I seem to be missing quite a few cds too. My god, I never thought I had this many albums, at most I estimated I had 250.
Aside from owning 300 plus cd's I think I'll listen to them all!!! that's right i'll be listening to like 6 albums a day at least so if that math is right i'll be done listening to all of my cd's in 2 months... it's gonna be tough to listen to 13 johnny cash albums in a row, but i do look forward to the 12 sabbath albums (BWA-HAHAHA!!!). |
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| Family |
[May. 16th, 2006|10:28 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Coal Chamber - Oddity | ] |
I’ve had quite an exceptional day. Not necessarily a good day, but an exceptional day indeed. My cousin, Harry, and uncle, Joamie, his father, came into the store today to purchase my cousin’s CD (Notorious B.I.G.- Life After Death), there was no problem then, but the trouble happened 5 minutes after when I heard the store’s assistance manager yelling at what seemed to be Harry, this was confirmed when I turned around and saw my uncle yelling at my boss for yelling at Harry. Being the loving family member that I am I went to down to investigate. Lo and behold I found out the spat was about my cousin talking about drugs and showcasing his merchandise to customers. He was dealing at the front entrance of the store.
Mind you my cousin is only 18 and still has a future ahead of him (more so then my other drug-dealing relatives). Of course I was not impressed and I gave him so much fucking shit for his fucking idiocy. The kid has been in and out of school for the past two years, along with his younger brother (now 14, which by-the-way is illegal for a child his age to be out of school). The worst part is that their father encourages their horrible behavior. He sincerely believes he’s protecting his children by allowing them to dropout of school so that they won’t be teased. He believes that it’s ok for his kids to smoke and drink because he does it himself. To him my cousins are just stoner buddies of his. He supplies their cash to purchase weed, to get drunk and he’ll also supply it to them.
Knowing this only breaks my heart but I never thought that my uncle would stoop as low as to call the cops on me for smacking my cousin over the head. Yes I smacked him over the head and I sincerely believe I should have beaten him. In fact I believe I should beat my uncle to an inch of his life, but I won’t; there is no point to beat a dying horse. What made me smack my cousin was the phrase, “But I’m already makin’ money.” There is nothing more that he could have said that could have pissed me off anymore. Not to sound condescending towards Harry, but the little shit wouldn’t make a good criminal. He’d get caught (and already has been several times) and he wouldn’t be able to handle prison. The guy’s actually very timid and nice, usually anyway.
Just minutes after our little spat Harry began to give my co-workers some flack. I went over to intervene my boss from kicking my relatives out of the store, you know be the nice guy and get them out of the store without having them banned. Joamie demanded that I should apologize to Harry for smacking him over the head. He believed this was so important that he even used the RCMP to get the apology out of me. This was of course after the RCMP were called on my cousin for dealing drugs on store property. I care for my cousin deeply, and omitted the ‘drug-dealing’ thing when I spoke with the cops about him. I did this to protect him from jail. He would never survive such a harsh environment without any protection.
There are times when I think about calling social services to have my cousins taken away from my uncle. The only problem with that being is that I’d become further ostracised from my family, but that’s an option I’d be willing to take to save a couple of lives. |
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| Bad Man |
[Apr. 22nd, 2006|05:12 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Slayer ~ Raining Blood | ] |
if you have over 60 you are baaad
1) smoked
2) consumed alcohol
3) slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex
4) slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex
5) made out with someone of the opposite sex
6) made out with someone of the same sex
7) had someone in your room of the opposite sex
8) watched porn
9) bought porn
10)done drugs
TOTAL: 9
11) taken pain killers
12) taken someone else's prescription medicine
13) lied to your parents
14) lied to a friend
15) snuck out of the house
16) done something illegal
17) cut yourself
18) hurt someone
19) wished someone to die
20) seen someone die
TOTAL: 8
21) missed curfew
22) stayed out all night
23) eaten a carton of icecream by yourself
24) been to a therapist
25) been to rehab
26) dyed your hair
27) recieved a ticket
28) been in a wreck
29) been to a club
30) been to a bar
TOTAL: 6
31) been to a wild party
32) seen the Mardi Gras
34) had a spring break in Florida
35) sniffed anything
36) wore black nail polish
37) wore arm bands
38) wore t-shirts with band names
39) listened to rap
40) own a 50 cent cd
TOTAL: 5
41) dressed gothic
42) dressed prep
43) dressed punk
44) dressed grunge
45) stole something
46) been to drunk to remember anything
47) blacked out
48) fainted
49) had a crush on your neighbor
50) had someone sneak into your room
TOTAL: 7
51) snuck into some one else's room
52) had a crush on someone of the same sex
53) been to a concert
54) dry humped someone
55) been called a slut
56) called someone a slut
57) installed speakers in your car
58) broke a mirror
59) showered at someone of the opposites sex's house
60) brushed your teeth with someone elses toothbrush
TOTAL: 6
61) consider ludacris your favorite rapper
62) seen an R rated movie in theaters
63) cruised the mall
64) skipped school
65) had an eating disorder
66) had an injury
67) gone to court
68) walked out of a resteraunt without paying
69) caught something on fire
70) lied about your age
TOTAL: 6
71) owned an apartment
72) cheated on your boyfriend/girlfriend
73) on a test-cheated with someone
74) got in trouble with the police
75) talked to a stranger
76) hugged a stranger
77) kissed a stranger
78) rode in the car with a stranger
79) been sexually harrassed
80) been verbally harrassed
TOTAL: 6
81) met face to face with someone you met online
82) stayed online for 12 hours straight
83) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours straight
84) watched tv for 12 hours straight
85) been to a fair
86) been called a bad influence
87) cursed
88) prank called someone
89) laid in the bed with someone of the opposite sex
90) cheated on a test
TOTAL: 8
91) cheated on homework
92) held hands with someone of the opposite sex
93) been pushed into a pool
94) played pool
95) watched 5 hours of mtv straight
96) had a crush on someone 10 years older than you
97) had a crush on someone younger than you
98) wear eyeliner
99) skinny dipped
100) laughed at someone who was seriously hurt
TOTAL: 8
Total of totals: 69 such a holy number. very holy indeed hehehe |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 8th, 2005|11:18 pm] |
Because it needs to be done every once in awhile... Stolen from sharpblonde.
Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like/love/adore you. Then put this in your own journal, and spread the love. |
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| Meet My Imp! |
[Nov. 16th, 2005|07:16 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | The Arcade Fire ~ I'm Sleeping In a Submarine | ] |
The_gryphin's
Battle Imp
is |
Urud |
Backstabbing: 9
Dodgin': 6
Guts: 4
Magic Mojo: 9
Smackdown: 5
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| Happy Birthday (to me) |
[Nov. 14th, 2005|12:06 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Lucie Idlout ~ Birthday | ] |
I’ve just turned 21 today. I feel so old. |
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| Unida |
[Nov. 8th, 2005|12:54 am] |
I forgot to express my orgasmic love to Scott Reeder's bass playing and the vocals of John Garcia. Unida is just fucking amazing. Something for the Kyuss fan in all of us to gawk at. This band is absolutely amazing, I'm almost tempted to say that this band is better than Kyuss. I'm almost tempted to say that Queens of the Stone Age is almost as good as Kyuss (but they are definitely cooler than Kyuss). I'm going to have to check out Fu Manchu and the Dwarves. Well, I've got to head off to bed, seeing as I'm the only reliable staff in my department of the store I've got to be the first one up there. |
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| heading for a visit |
[Nov. 1st, 2005|11:16 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | God Speed You Black Emperor! ~ Something that sounds cool | ] |
I have good news and bad news. I'll be heading down to Ottawa on the 21st of November, the bad news is that I'll be heading back to Iqaluit. I'm hoping to come down after my sister moves down. I don't know who I'm going to stay with until I get my own place but I do have the option to shack up with my best, yet utterly stupid, friend until I can get my own place. I guess I hang out with him cause I've hung with him all through high school. I'll be making phone calls tomorrow to see where I'll be staying and if I'll be seeing my Toronto based family. blarg. what a shitty year. |
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| Rednef |
[Oct. 14th, 2005|12:44 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Jimi Hendrix ~ I Don't Live Today | ] |
I OWN A FENDER 1983 STAROCASTER!!! It's beautiful. plays beautifully. I'm going to have to name it sometime soon.
by-the-way
If you read this,
even if we do not speak often,
comment with one memory of me.
It can be anything you want,
good or bad.
Just as long as it happened.
Then post this on your livejournal.
See what other people remember about you |
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| Hobo Freddie and Fuck |
[Oct. 8th, 2005|08:17 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Diamond Back ~ White Stains | ] |
Today was an all right day, except for the fact that I said ‘who… fucking knows...’ on air in front of my bosses. I’ll probably become a full time member to the francophone centre and I’m going to attempt to get my own radio show too. I like the radio, it’s the biggest rush I’ve had so far. But then again I haven’t performed for an audience with my band yet.
Once we find jam space it will become easier to play together and to come up with songs. So far all we have are some really stupid and funny songs. Like Hobo Freddie, it’s about how this hobo raped every woman in town and how we went out to seek our revenge on him. We decide to beat the crap out of his friends and his transsexual lover (who took part in the wrongful acts with Freddie). We then forcabley throw Freddie and Transvestite Steve into a truck and head on out to the bayou to kill them. Well, we decided that they deserved to have a last drink. Transvestite Steve ran away, and Hobo Freddie decided to take off all of his clothes. Once we shown Freddie our weapons he barfed, pissed, and shit all over himself, and made a sizeable pool of it on the ground. Freddie slipped and he dun’ drowned in his own vomit, piss, and excrement. That’s our story and we’re sticking to it. Of course that’s only part I of the story and it may take up an entire hour to tell the tale. |
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| The Buzz |
[Sep. 19th, 2005|11:20 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Metallica ~ Welcome Home (Sanitarium) | ] |
Well I truly need a vacation. I’m going to as my boss if I could have a week or two off for thanksgiving. I seriously need a real vacation. But I don’t have much money to go off to explore a new city, only because I’d like to be comfortable for the most part. Lately I’ve taken up smoking Colts Mild Cigarillos, only one or two a day, but today I smoked three. Not only that but I closed the store a bit too early and I got in shit for that. I also tried to set the alarm and hit the wrong button a few times. Today’s just not my day. |
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| I Need a Day Off |
[Sep. 16th, 2005|12:40 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Angava ~ Poutine | ] |
BLARG!!! I need to designate a day where I should tell the whole world to fuck off for a while. I’ve been doing something every night since May!
Aside from that I got my old job back at the video store, with a 2-dollar raise! I’m making stupid amounts of money for an easy task. It’s mostly easy. When I returned I had a huge mess to clean-up at the store. The fucker who replaced me awhile back decided that he didn’t want to pick up the movies that he’d knock down while he was returning the movie cases back to the shelves, but instead he thought it was a good idea to put them in a cabinet out of sight from everyone. There were literally 200 movies that I had to check individually if they were in the system and if they weren’t duplicates of ones on the shelves. On top of that I had to put 63 new releases into the system and deal with customers at the same time. I’ve also had the odd stupid customer who would ask me if the movies were in the system yet while I was removing the factory packaging! Not only that but I had 10 customers hover over me while I was putting the movies into the binders. That was very odd seeing as once I’ve put a movie into a binder customers would fight to see who would be the one to rent that copy. They’re viscous and quite stupid. |
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| Odd.... |
[Sep. 11th, 2005|02:21 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Finger Eleven ~ Good Times | ] |
| In a Past Life... | 
You Were: An Albino Magician.
Where You Lived: North Canada.
How You Died: Consumption. |
I find the accuracy of this meme quite odd, well the accuracy of my present life. I live in Northern Canada, I look rather white sometimes and have been told that I was magical. And you could say I had Consumption
Consumption: b) Pulmonary tuberculosis. No longer in scientific use (http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=consumption)
I had TB in a dormant phase seven years ago. |
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| The Singer and the Paper Man |
[Sep. 10th, 2005|12:57 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Ralph Stanley - O Death | ] |
My dumbass singer got our band in the paper. If we were in any other situation I wouldn’t be as pissed about it, but since we don’t really know who’s in the band and who should play what instrument I think we all have a right to be pissed. The biggest piss-off (other then getting us in the paper pre-maturely) is that the article was horribly inaccurate. Apparently our ugly noise-maker\singer is a guitarist, although he does make his ugly noises with a guitar that has five warped and out of tuned strings. They maybe ugly but they sound so nice. I was placed as the official bass player. Not so bad but I may not be the better choice for the bass considering we have a more experienced bass player in the band.
A bigger piss-off is the fact that they messed-up the band name that our singer gave the paper, Somebody and the Amatuqs (it’s Inuttitut for ‘Things’) and replaced it with just Amatuq. That’s not so bad, seeing as everyone shot down the name the moment it was brought up a few months ago, with the exception of our dumbass singer. Right now we’re nameless but I’m pushing for Phallic Cymbal, I just want to dress up the drummer in a big penis costume and a name like Phallic Cymbal is a perfect way to justify it. You cannot imagine the trouble I’ve had with drummers. Seven out of the ten drummers I’ve known were complete dicks. I’m going to call it the “Lars Ulrich Syndrome” (Lars Ulrich is Metallica’s no-talent drummer. He sucks ass and should be kicked out of Metallica and no be allowed to drum again. You figure after 20 years someone would improve at least a little bit at whatever they were doing.)
It seems our singer and the Paper Man have both conspired to also mention Duran Duran, and Metallica as a couple of our influences. I used to like Metallica (early stuff and some of their Load\Re-Load stuff) but in no way would I say that Lica (it’s what you get when you take the ‘Metal’ out of ‘Metallica’) could be credited as one of our influences. As for Duran Duran… I won’t begin to explain the fermented disgusting bland type of cheese these guys are.
I think the biggest thing that bothers me is the lyrics that were printed weren’t hers but mine (it was printed that she wrote the song). I gave her the lyrics but I think she should have given something she wrote solely on her own, or had asked me permission first. Originally she wrote some piece of shit that was supposed to pass off as poetry. I had to clean it up first and re-write it to the point where it was a completely different song. Not only did they use the lyrics without my permission they changed around the lines!!! This is not cool. She’s out of the band. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 6th, 2005|01:42 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Tom Waits ~ Watch Her Disappear | ] |
For some reason or another I can't sleep, which sucks seeing as I have a new job to go to tomorrow. I guess it's cause of my last couple of dreams I've had. They were so vivid and real that I couldn't really tell the difference between them and reality. LAst night I dreamed that I moved back to Ottawa but moved into an apartment on my own. I also had a car and drivers licence that I acquired within thirty minutes. The car was cool because it was able to deflate so I wouldn't have to park it, and it would simply inflate back when I wanted to drive it. My apartment was a complete shithole but I didn't care cause I was on my own and I couldn't be happier. Except that I did have some worries about not having a door to my apartment, let alone a sheet to cover the entrance. And there were broken beer bottles everywhere and I had nothing to clean them up with. There was also the landlord (who happened to be my neighbour), she would go around the apartments and sell people toast and muffin crumbs for breakfast. As unrealistic as this maybe I truly believed I was there after a couple hours of being awake. |
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| The Island |
[Jul. 22nd, 2005|09:01 am] |
| [ | music |
| | QOTSA ~ The Blood Is Love | ] |
I'll be heading off to Resolution Island for about two weeks so I doubt I'll have time to post withing the next two-weeks. I lent my Black-Les-Paul-Knock-Off to my buddy while I'm gone. I almost damn near cried to see it being packed up and shipped to someone else's hands, and my bastard friends patronized me for it. The guy who I'm lending it to understood, it's a beautiful guitar. The thing also plays beautifully. For some reason I haven't named it yet. Any suggestions for a name would be nice :^) (no black stallion or any animal reference).
http://www.pulseonline.com/Austin/Big786bk.gif this is what it looks like. But much more pretty in person. |
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| Pretty |
[Jul. 21st, 2005|01:23 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Breach of Trust ~ Pretty | ] |
I, once again, guest hosted on my buddy’s radio show and it was awesome, like all the other times. Today I played some Melissa Auf der Maur (Lightning Is My Girl) and I also gave away the song meaning when I was introducing it. I believe it went:
ME: “Well here’s some Melissa Auf der Maur for ya.”
DJ DIG IT: “Ah, cool. Any idea on what the song’s about?”
ME: “Yes, it’s about female masturbation.”
DJ DIG IT: “What was that?!?”
ME: “I said it was an ode to her vibrator; it’s about female masturbation.”
DJ DIG IT: “Dude, I don’t think you can say that on the radio!”
ME: “Oh, well then I’m sorry if I had offended anybody (chuckle). But I’m sure I’ve heard a CBC special on sex and such (much more chuckling).”
DJ DIG IT: “DUDE! I don’t think you’re allowed saying that on air either! (At this point we’re both laughing)”
ME: “Saying What?”
DJ DIG IT: “You know, sex, masturbation, vibrators, dildos and all that kinky stuff.”
ME: “(in the most serious voice I could muster) You mean I’m not allowed to talk about something as natural as masturbation on the radio? (Horribly failing and not trying to hide the fact that I’m laughing)”
DJ DIG IT: “Yes indeed, now moving on…”
We also talked about the human condition and the insecurities that seem to run our lives. There was discussion on how feeling pretty was just a shield that leads us to believe we were secure, that we could not be judged, immediately after that we played a couple tracks that were suiting for it, like Crazy Annie – My Bloody Ego, and Breach of Trust – Pretty. Actually I got to play a couple Breach tunes, all from their new album. Sadly, I won’t be going back to the show for a little while yet, I’ll be heading off to Resolution Island for a couple weeks for work. I’ll probably be able to get on a show or two before heading out again. Hopefully after my next paycheck I’ll be able to afford to send my stuff down and get my ticket.
I should head off to bed but I have one question: Would you feel pretty if all your stars came crashing down? Would you feel pretty after your angel fell to the ground? Would you like to know what it would be like to ascend to the heavens to fall and crash? Would you feel pretty after you were left naked? After your insecurities were exposed to the world as what they are? Could you; would you feel pretty? Could you; would you feel anything at all? |
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| "Leave Your Name and I'll Tell You A Lie" |
[Jul. 18th, 2005|10:05 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Primus ~ The Thing That Should Not Be | ] |
1. Reply with your name and I will write something random about you.
2. I will then tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I will pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in. Please note that for the majority of you I'd probably only want to thumb wrestle or something equally innocuous
4. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I will tell you my first memory of you.
6. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll then ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. Put this in your journal. |
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