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jimmy Ha, I've got 8 Mile. I'd burn it right now and mail it today if it wasn't, like, Saturday, and, like, I wasn't going to class at 9 am. Grr. I don't even know where this stupid class is. And I think we're talking about grammar all day. Grammar my ass.
jeffron x  gee, somehow that really does seem to sum it up for me... Maybe it should be a bleeding heart-shaped armadillo, though. har. I think I've missed the point. I'm finding meaning in the most useless test ever. sheesh!
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians Hurm.  The movie theatre managers of America are safe for awhile at least, I'm having a hell of a time finding a working copy of 8 Mile. Damn lazy bootleggers. It's funny M., I feel the opposite about putting up webstuff. I never know what to say in a forum, but I could stick pretty much anything out on a webpage. Maybe that should be a question on the most useless test ever. Lovely dent that, right near the Combustible Fossil Fuels Containment Unit. Yikes. I saw the film Frida at the theatre last week. Y'all should go see it, if you're at all interested in Frida Kahlo. I went just to see Selma Hayek with a unibrow. Coffee beckons.
jeffron x I wanted so to be the lovesick green dolphin covered in postage stamps. Alas, I am only the attack banana!
Anna See, I wasn't going to post the image, but now that you did, ha ha!  I spent some time last night trying to decide whether I wanted to really put something on my xenius webspace. I am gun-shy about posting poetry online for some reason, which is funny because I'm never shy about putting it in forums. Maybe it's because everything "good" I have written in the past couple years (who am I kidding! 10 or 11 years) sprung out of anger and frustration. I am trying not to be an angry, frustrated person anymore, and I have trouble relating to that part of me. Maybe it could be the Mzilla's poetry corner, heh. My old Geocities webspace was full of mostly silly stuff. It might be fun to revive the Slacker Links Emporium, it would go with the Slacker Cookbook. Jeffron, I have some recipes for that, but I think they might rely too heavily on combinations of boxed items to fit in. Hehe. It's funny how online interests segment themselves. Everything used to be on the Geocities site - slacker links, poems, artwork, my cartoon stuff, a blog, etc. Now I've got my xenius page, which is a blank ream of paper at the moment, and the cartoon site, which is probably where I got the idea that any site I have from now on should be all original content & not just links... even though the damn thing will never be finished. I'm rambling again, and I even got 7 1/2 precious hours of shut-eye last night. Wahoo.
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jimmy OK, I figured out what the "enter safe mode" link on the edit page is for. Phew. I had forgotten the end quotation mark in the link to the picture of my mooshed car, and it made the whole rest of the post into a link. Including the edit link, which was taking me to my homepage instead. Safe mode turns the post back into plain HTML code, so you can see where you flucked up and fix it. Yeah. I am making no sense. But that's OK. I am eating a chocolate chip muffin. I am a fatigued ladybug resting on a tacky floral throw pillow. (source) I might be really funny to talk to on yim today. Speck! I just noticed that you have moved into your webspace. Happy housewarming. I adore your go-go boots. I guess my brown ones don't count, they are too equestrian/Vogue magazine. ...You people better be very glad that we have this forum now instead of the old one, or me and the satanic hamsters would be spamming the hell out of it. All hail the Edit link.
coop cool Jimmy :) They go by a little fast, but they load just fine here & at home. Jesus, this insomnia thing is catching. I have had maybe 6 hours of sleep total in the last 48. Here are the dents in my car. I don't know why I'm posting this, except to show off the lovely color red in the late afternoon autumn sunshine. (and the simpler reason that I am sleep deprived, and not playing with a full deck this fine day)
coop I completed my first Flash application. here -or- here They didn't load for ana, unfortunately.
jimmy We got this very exciting spam in our inbox today at work. Vinnie told me to email him back and tell him we had a #52 4350b available. LOL. Hello, If you are a Time Traveler I am going to need the following: 1. A modified mind warping Dimensional Warp Generator # 52 4350a series wrist watch with memory adapter. 2. Reliable carbon based, or silicon based time transducing capacitor. I need a reliable source!! Please only reply if you are reliable. Send a (SEPARATE) email to me at:Tomnwrr@aol.com vhandkhvhahnIVVQqttX Unten sehen Sie die von Ihnen übermittelten Daten. Absender (bluefish@yahoo.com) am Dienstag, 12.November 2002 um 09:40:07
coop  I saw "8 Mile" last night. Ok...damn. I thought it was the best flick I'd seen in quite awhile. I don't know...when I saw the previews, I had this feeling like it was going to be really good, and I'm glad I was right. xw, I'm not trying to rub it in. I hope the USPS gets that flick to you soon because you need to see it. (Jeffron, that is just too cool of you). Much of it appears to have been shot on tungsten film, which is a favorite of mine. There is alot about the film that would have been cut out by your run of the mill Hollywood director, things like, oh I dunno, character development, socially uncomfortable situations, etc.. It was just beautiful because everything appeared so damned real. Ok, enough. Go see it for yourself, then come back here and call me an idiot. Yesterday I took a break at work and explored the neighborhood surrounding my office building. I walked around a bit, listening to one of my favorite jazz cd's ever, Old and New Dreams. I ended up walking into a toy store looking for anything Rubik's Cube-like, and walked out with Set, a game Jeffron recommended to me while he was in San Diego. My roommate and I played it, and wow. After about 10 minutes of this your brain starts jumping and flipping about like a fishbowl cosmonaut. Everything becomes a set. When we were done he handed me a Research publication called "Incredibly Strange Films" which I'd left in the living room. On the page he'd selected there happened to be three scantily clad or naked girls. I wasn't looking at them so much as forming sets and nonsets from the three pictures. One was topless, the other two nude, one was with a man, the other two alone, etc.. So now it's two in the morning. I went to bed at 8 pm. Now I'm surely fucked. I never go to bed this early. I dreamt I had no clean underwear, and that I have a doctor's appointment in the morning, and woke up after a follow-up dream that my ex-roommate's ex-husband stopped war in the middle-east by talking about his mundane and boring problems in a way that two cultures which have been warring for thousands of years would understand. Things like how hard it is to have people over at his house because they spill food on the floor, and how his "christian name", Greg, is much too boring so he had to come up with something better and interesting such as what he is now called, @#$. I woke up in a kind of cold sweat. I was right. When I woke up, I discovered that a) I have no clean underwear. b) I have a doctor's appointment in the morning. So maybe that's too much information for you, and maybe the fact that my roommates and I have no washer and therefore wash our clothes in the kitchen sink is too much info.. I'm constantly teasing my roomy about the fact that I rewash every dish I use because HE washes his underwear in the kitchen sink. Ok, I have fucking goosebumps. There is something in my room or just outside my window, which has moving parts, whirs and clicks and made two beeping (like a living beep though, hard to explain) sounds just now, I shit you not. I don't know what it is, but my imagination is running wild. My mother and I discussed a childhood incident which has always creeped me out. I was about 11...damnit, let me find the post in the chair. Nope. Sometime I'll write about it. I disguised it as another work of idiotic fiction by yours truly, but it actually happened to me. I might have it on the Yawning God somewhere, I'll have to see, but right now it's time to either a) wash some underwear b) go back to sleep and worry about underwear when it's way too late ______________________________________________________ Oh yeah. Ashok, where are you?
jimmy I hope I haven't posted this yet. If I have, feel free to slay me with a silver bullet, or whatever it is you do to satanic spammers. Heh. Satanic Hamster Dance
coop Hi everyone. My new Yahoo! id is "alien_proxy". I'll be trying to add you all this week. There will be about four other equally banal yahoo id's associated with this main id, "alien_proxy", so if you should get an add message saying, "hey. it's jimmy", then that would be me. jimmy. _____________ Flash MX is amazing...and amazingly complex for what I thought it would be. Macromedia has absorbed Cold Fusion in an attempt to make their product more powerful, and boy is it. I completed one animation, but my goal is buttons and stuff. We'll see. Looks fun though! If anyone wants Flash MX let me know, I'll send it. You can do stuff like this. I love this site! After pressing ENTER, it's really pretty (if you have Flash). The thing is, I found this particular site by typing "worst flash ever" into google. I was wondering what kind of mistakes I was going to be making and how to avoid them. This viaduct site was apparently hailed as a Flash masterpiece at one time, but somehow it ended up on a "worst flash ever" site. At least it isn't dancing hamsters. -jimmy
jimmy Ai ai, X, I remember the only movie I got carded for: Terminator 2: Judgement Day. It was 1991, and I was 17. Never mind that I'd seen the first one, or that I'd seen John Carpenter's The Thing when I was 12 (still love that horribly creepy film) or that I'd seen Evil Dead 2, or Friday The 13th Parts 1-4. Didn't matter. No ID, no movie. I think that's how I ended up seeing Disney's Beauty and The Beast 4 times. I hate that fucking movie. Anyway, get used to it, because as we move closer and closer to a police state that little peice of plastic identifying you as a peaceable member of the herd will grow more and more important. Get a passport as soon as you can and where it around your neck at all times. Of course, T2 came out on pay-per-view about 6 months later, and because my Pop had an illegal satellite tv set-up, I got to watch T2 over and over and over for free. So, you know, it all worked out. In that spirit, I am downloading '8 Mile' as I type this. It should be done tomorrow, and I'll burn it and mail the CD to you with all the software to watch it on your very own home computer. When you're done watching it, you can take the CD down to your local movie theatre manager and tell him "this is your job future".
jeffron x Last night I went to go see Eminem's 8 Mile. I was so excited, I even bought the ticket beforehand so I could be sure it wouldn't be sold out. Yes, it's rated R. Yes I'm still underage. Anyways, my dad bought the ticket for me and I got to the movie theatre, went in. Then I got stopped by a large lady. She demands some ID, and I NEVER bring ID anywhere. I think it must be a naive thing, because I never bring ID or a wallet full of random crap anywhere. That or I'm like my mother (she never brings her license with her...I think it's in our kitchen cupboard right now lying idly). I can't get in without ID and last time I checked, I look pretty young. I demand a refund, and get my 8 bucks back. Now standing there, my parents dropped me off and left, and I'm not about to sit outside for 2 whole hours. I go back in, walk back into the side of the theatre like I know whatever the fuck I'm doing and decide to see a movie for free. I don't get stopped by the guy standing there -- he already saw me going in, and must have thought I went to the bathroom and was just coming back. My only other options are Treasure Planet and Sweet Home Alabama. I choose the latter. You think I'd be so stoked about seeing a free movie and cheating the system or whatever, but Sweet Home Alabama sucked. THe audience consisted of: 1) married couples 2) teenage couples who made out in the back the entire time 3) teenage girls with dreams of romance giggling with their friends 4) lonely old fucks like me, similar to above state of people All I wanted to do was see Eminem get beat up and make out with Brittany Murphy. Instead I get Reese Witherspoon and a bunch of Confederate battle reenactments. I'm still pissed. And friends of mine that are over 17 don't want to see 8 Mile. Then again I do go see movies alone a lot. And I felt so glorious turning 16 a few weeks ago. Things I can do at age 16: have sex Age 17: Watch rated R movies whoo Age 18: Vote Age 21: Drink So technically I could be a sex kitten rated R movie maven who votes Green party, is politically concious and travels a lot and still be arrested by some guy in my town with a sideways mustache for drinking. Oh Massachusetts. !
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