Banana Terracotta Pie

A computer virus is putting me out of commission until further notice.

Damnit.

System of a Down = Emo?

Lonely Day

Such a lonely day
And it’s mine
The most loneliest day of my life
Such a lonely day
Should be banned
It’s a day that I can’t stand
The most loneliest day of my life (x2)
etc…etc…

This is going to be my first winter in St. Catharines, so I’m not all that sure what to expect. Certainly I’ve visited my family here during the winter months, but I never stayed for more than a week at a time. There’s snow on the ground right now, so that makes me glad.

The public transportation in this town is one that actually works unlike the 4 buses that would run “whenever” back home in Orillia. Yesterday the bus was so packed that if a Barry White song would have come on over the radio the bus would have spontaneously broken out into a Bus Orgy.

I’m alright for one more day

1. I was taking a walk down the streets of the internet and I bumped into these guys – http://www.myspace.com/themusicaloutfits. They’re from Chicago and they rule. Check them out if you like good music.

2. Isabel Winezcek is dead. However, Christy is alive. You heard it here first.

Filthy hippie

I need to get a haircut. This morning I got up to let the dog out and I couldn’t see an inch in front of me. In a half asleep daze I firgured that it was dark because of it being such an ungodly hour but then I fumbled my way to a light switch and flicked it on and I still couldn’t see anything. I yelled out; “Jesus save me I’m blind!” But as it turned out my hair was just down past my eyes. Boy would my face have been red if there had been anyone other than a dog to see me panic like such a pussy.

Stupidity; 1, Dan; 0.

Ow

My whole fucking body hurts. I think I fell down a few times last night, maybe I even fell up. My neck feels like it’s had all the moistured sucked out of it and when I want to look to the side I have to turn my whole body. I have the suspicion that I did and said somethings that I’m not happy with and Josh Homme lyrics make a little bit more sense to me now.

Ow. Anyways.

I think that the weather-god is losing his/her mind. For the last few days it’s been feeling and looking a lot like winter but today it feels like a spring day. Make up your mind weather-god.

FYI: if you ever let me house/dog sit for you lock up your booze

This afternoon I was making a pizza and I spent about 45634650 minutes looking for a fucking cheese grater and I couldn’t find it ‘cos I don’t know where anything is here. Disadvantage 1 of house sitting is knowing jackshit about what’s going down. Advantage 1 is when you come across copious amounts of booze while searching for a cheese grater. Not that I’m a big drinker but I have been known to enjoy a tidy little night/afternoon/morning cap every now and again so all in all today has been a very good day, with the exception of picking up dog shit. Disadvantage 2 of house sitting is picking up after a dog. Advantage 2 is when you come across copious amounts of booze while searching for a cheese grater.

It can be an embarrassing thing to walk a tiny shih-tzu dog while going to pick up mail and the jerk-off-guy-neighbour is snickering at how pussy the dog is but it’s vindicating when the hot-chick-neighbour stops to talk to you because she thinks the dog is “so cuuuute.” Disadvantage 3 and Advantage 3 respectively.

Edit: I sing a lot better half, or rather, completely in the bag, though the singing is oft interrupted by belching.

Of course it had to happen in New Jersey

Source: http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1514115/20051118/index.jhtml?headlines=true

New Jersey Student Expelled For Blogging Considers Suing His School

Charlie Serpone had no idea why he was being called out of class. But when he got to the principal’s office on October 2, it was clear that Pope John XXIII Regional High School principal Reverend Kieran McHugh hadn’t called him in to praise his work on the football field.

Referring to a stack of printouts with Serpone’s postings on his MySpace page, McHugh informed the 18-year-old senior that he was being expelled from the Sparta, New Jersey, school for something he had posted on his personal page.

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“They had not only traced what I had said, but they had printouts of things I said when I answered other people’s questions on their pages,” said Serpone, who recently took his GED exam in preparation for attending a local community college. The former defensive tackle for the school’s football team was the first victim of a new rule at the school that forbids students from posting on sites like MySpace and Xanga and explicitly forbids them from writing anything about the school or its faculty online (see “Catholic School Principal To Students: Thou Shalt Not Blog“).

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“They showed me that he was online, which I knew, but I never had a problem with him using the Internet for school and communication with his friends,” the elder Serpone said. “I never imagined this could happen. There’s lots of reasons to kick kids out of school that are more substantial in this day and age than being online.”

A spokesperson for the school could not be reached for comment at press time. According to a story in New Jersey’s Daily Record newspaper, school officials deny that Serpone was expelled, saying that he was asked to leave and he agreed.

More about it can be found here –
http://www.njherald.com/354960038976543.php

Reuben initially told me about this about an hour ago and I’m still shocked at this. I’ve heard of bloggers being forced to register their blogs in China and as horrible as that is, it’s not surprising. But students not being allowed to blog, to express themselves in North America, let alone America, the so-called land of the free? I pray to whatever God is in heaven that this doesn’t happen in the public schools too.

I’m a slut slut slut slut slut slut slut whore slut slut slut slut slut whore slut slut slut slut slut

I’m a whore. A dirty rotten whore. A slut, a prostitute, a hooker, a callboy, a streetwalker, a trollop, and a “midnight cowboy.” I’d slut myself out for blogs. I’d sell my literary ass, not my literal one mind you, for a good blog to read. I’d sell my literary ass, not my literal one mind you, for an interesting person to talk to on MSN.

DISCLAIMER: Dan in no way shape or form means to offend any of the people that Dan talks to on MSN or the people that know that Dan reads their respective blogs. Any claims to the contrary are false and without cause.

I think that blogs are the greatest invention of all time, fuck penicillin and insulin. There hasn’t been such a free exchange of ideas since the days of Plato or Socrates and that’s because of this whole concept of “blogging.” Sure, blogs are a dime a dozen [this one included, even my amazing self can’t save it from that] and every monkey has one, but every thirteenth blog or so is something worthwhile reading and talking about.

The concept of the “blogbrity” is pretentious and I think it goes against what blogging was meant to be, but then again, I’m not saying all “blogbrities” are bad. Just the bastards that get their publicists to write it for them. People that aren’t Wil Wheaton and Tony Pierce who have both become people that I respect even though I know I’ll never meet either one of them and I have only sent and received a responding e-mail from one of them [Mr. Wheaton who had a really nice responce to an e-mail that I sent to him and it wasn’t even a form letter, how cool is he?]. I care about what they have to say and I enjoy how they go about saying it. Though I think “blogbrity” should be renamed “blogwagon” or “bandblogon” or something to that effect.

Some people that only get 1 hit a day – and that’s only from their own browser – have some of the most interesting things to say, but no one cares what they have to say because they aren’t “cool” or aren’t on the right blogrolls. Krissy may not update very often, but she’s got interesting stuff to say and if I hadn’t communicated with her on a message board I would have never had the pleasure of reading her blog.

Now, I’m a stupid bastard, that goes without saying, I mean, I took a shower a couple hours ago and I couldn’t see anything. It took me 2 or 3 minutes to realise that I’d gotten in the shower with my glasses still on, so I’m by no means a judge of any of this.

Except; holy golly gee, I actually am. I’m a blogger. It doesn’t matter that I’m a little pissant with too much time on his hands and a keyboard and temporary broadband access to The Internets. So that gives me enough credibility to say whatever the fuck I please. Because regardless of how many people read or don’t read your blog, it’s still your blog. Everyone’s a blogbrity. Everyone has something to say, even if it’s to copy someone else or to spew hate or to try to sell kidneys to balding men in their 40’s so they can use them as toupees. If it’s a blog it’s open for the whole world to see, and that is one of the most beautiful things that I could ever hope to see happening.

So yeah, I’m a blogwhore and I’m damned proud to be one.

I have too many Pepsi cans on the computer desk and I don’t know which one is full one

I was going to rant about Scientology and it’s ironic existence in LA and Hollywood but I figured that would be both presumtious and pretentious of me to do. Because I’ve never been to LA or Hollywood, so how the hell would I know the effect it has on the cities? But I think Maynard James Keenan summed it up well;

Fuck L. Ron Hubbard and fuck all these clones
Fuck all these gun totting hip gangster wannabees
Fuck retro anything and fuck your tattoos
Fuck all you junkies and fuck your short memory
Fuck smiley glad hands with hidden agendas
Fuck these dysfunctional insecure actresses

It is interesting that only in Hollywood a cult won’t end up in an ATF shootout due to it’s celebrity followers.

Oh well, screw it. The fine line between religion and culthood is not for me to decide, but it is for me to silently mock in my head everytime I see Tom Cruise on the Tele [God I wanna strangle him so bad] when all I wanna see is the fucking weather report.

It snowed last night and when I was putting the dog out so that it [yes, ‘it’ it’s no longer a he or she] could take a leak or whatever I yelled out “what the eff? snow in November?” Then I remembered that snow in November is normal. My nipples hurt after due to the cold, so, fyi, don’t go out in the snow with no shirt on ‘cos your nipples will get all hard and pointy and there’s the possibility that they may fall off or cut your flesh.

Seriously, ouch.

What a Wonderful World

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin’ hands, sayin’ “How do you do?”
They’re really saying “I love you”

I hear babies cryin’, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Oh yeah