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Friday, August 30th, 2002
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6:35 am - East side
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I was on the East Coast in DC last week for Jim and Beth's wedding and my sister's birthday. It was a wonderful time but it's good to be home now. I'll write more later if I feel like it.
current music: P.O.D - Youth Of The Nation
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| Sunday, August 18th, 2002
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11:43 am - Cheap
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I found a new brand of smokes, thanks to Julie. They come to my door for 15 dollars a carton. That was 3 days worth of camels, now I get! Horay for smoking.
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| Friday, August 16th, 2002
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8:54 am
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goddamn it sucks waking up and finding that you drivers side window has been smashed in and your stereo stolen.
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| Sunday, June 30th, 2002
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8:53 am - Pain.
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I popped my shoulder out of the socket on Friday night. I didn't know what happened because I had never done it before, so I tried to work it off, and just ended up screaming more than I already was. If this has never happened to you then you don't know the emense pain that comes from trying to move you arm more than 3 inches away from your body. At work it was suggested that I take a lot of pain killers. Too late. About noonish, I decided to slam my shoulder into a doorframe, because at least that might put the pain elsewhere in the body. and with a loud pop I had full mobility again. Still it hurts like hell, but hell ain't as bad as it was.
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| Saturday, June 22nd, 2002
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6:47 pm
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| Friday, June 21st, 2002
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6:32 pm
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I got all 96 episodes of Kenshin.
and you don't.
current music: Pink - Just like a pill
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| Monday, June 17th, 2002
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6:13 pm
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I miss the Afghan Whigs.
current music: Pink - Just like a pill
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| Friday, June 14th, 2002
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7:02 pm - FUCKING LIVID
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Goddamn Animeigo.
That's all I have to say.
I've been waiting for the KOR box set for 5 months.
5 months they've had my $250.
I get it today, after all the problems with the opening, know I will trade it in next year when they redo it again.
12 DVD's
12 Defective out of the box DVD's.
Goddamn Animeigo.
current mood:  irate
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| Wednesday, June 12th, 2002
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10:39 pm - Damn Right.
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Stolen from Anime on DVD:
Editorial comment: (i.e. these are my personal comments on this, which probably should go in another article, but I'm practically seething here)
With this series being among one of my all time favorites, as the KOR OVA's were what really got me into the cultural side of anime, this comes as nothing but an incredibly huge disappointment to me, both as a fan of the series and as a fan of AnimEigo. While the lack of openings in their proper place, something which we got on the laserdiscs and something that is fully considered a part of the show, is huge in and of itself, the absolute lack of word from AnimEigo on this prior to its release is, well, I'm at a loss. Disheartening? Shocking? Amazingly bad? I can honestly say, if I had known ahead of time, I would not have ordered the DVDs and instead just kept my laserdiscs.
Their motto on their opening sequence has always been something along the lines of anime your way, but this is far removed from my way, and apparently the way of many fans. Kimagure Orange Road has almost always been a cult fan show with some bubbling to the top of mainstream. The release of the laserdiscs and tapes a few years ago were the results of years of effort on part of the small number of fans who would commit to paying for it on a format that was dying. This appeasement to some supposed mainstream, or the dumbing down of the discs, whichever the case may be, is a stab in the back to the fans who have continually supported and pushed for this release. Honestly, removing the openings from playback? Every time its happened, people rail against it.
For those who don't care, as 'it's only an opening and it's in the credits section, so you can still see it', just keep remembering that until shows you love end up having something similar done, but to the content itself. Or until it happens to You're Under Arrest, something far more people are interested in than Orange Road.
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| Saturday, June 8th, 2002
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12:08 pm
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thetankgyrl: how big is it?
thetankgyrl: mine's a little too small and it's stiff.
thetankgyrl: i want a softer one.
Bdogg418: why is that always so important to women?
thetankgyrl: ha ha ha.
current music: Morcheeba - Howling
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| Monday, June 3rd, 2002
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7:19 pm - Artist: AesopROCK
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Album: Float
Song: Basic Cable
television, all hail grand pixelated god of
fantasy, murder scape and perspective
fuck a sore channel changed digit
I sit with a nasty network intervenes plan
with a stable diet of my cable pirate
yo, the doctor is in, the doctor is on
born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to welcome in every home
lead a blue screen, bruised dream canope
victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team
ooh, I love all advertisements
though accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute
spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad
please take me, please calm me, please make me a zombie
please I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit
now, twenty first century plagued
dispersed to wide eyed glamour addict patients
telecast patrons
blue be the propaganda banners, well, sure I'll be a Marine
with a clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream
and I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor,
black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator
I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin', ancient electric secret
never sleepin' to miss the AM oasis
my name is a wired heart, sloppy obligation
turn my stilt into my guilt and have a chatter box blame frame adjacent station
make reality scrambled and suck the life out of a hidden vandal
and loving every minute of the gimmick, change the channel
plug it in, turn it on, prop me up against the couch
lights out, I ain't ever gonna have to leave my house
satellite dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a tyrant
let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance
plug it in, turn it on, be my mother when she's gone, great
wipe the spittle off my chinny-chin during the breaks
if I gotta go blind I'mma do it for the love of all television kind
and that's fine, and that's fine...
make me a star, I wanna touch gold
hold me suspended in a dream, mearly inches from the screen
deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster
crucify my little future to the monitor
damn it feels good, turn on, tune in
zoom in to hug the bug up in your family function
but the children seem to love it
yes mother, me and wild discovery
and heard the static flock to where I sleep
by the glow of that magic box big speaker
stereo mastered often kill the freak seekers, eyes spiraling
tangled in the star spangled wiring
I can turn from toxicated visuals
and all the kings horses abort the loyalty to royalty
fuck the fortress
riddle me with glee, hoist the end all telepromter above my sleeping head
I'll be dead by morning anyway
color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets
to feel the magnetic seal picket censorship
I want commercials twenty four-seven
I wanna shop from my bed and set an
example for all my overworked, underpaid brethren
I bond with a six string(?) correspondence
and lurking circuitry circus
with allegiance pledged beyond the glass surface
adamant students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts
channel zero addict, immaculate
it goes- big screen, little screen, any screen'll do
just let me hold the controller and I won't have to murder you
plug it in, turn it on, let my little eyes glaze
twenty screens lined up along the borders of the maze
I wanna see the five day forecast, fourteen days in advance
so I can get my two weeks notice every time the sun dance
plug it in, turn it on, silent fix better than nothing
let a once divine soul feel the functions of the hypnotist
the viciousness, ridiculous, peaking a dummy's interest
touch the power button meet your maker, ain't that something?
plug it in, turn it on, say goodbye to Sunday afternoon
fix the antenna, sit back and let disaster bloom
it's a beautiful sight, with a most ugly intention
but I taste it everyday and bathe inside the consequences
plug it in, turn it on, never once have you talked back to me
your majesty, I love you, I despise you
my everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad dramatization
come along with me, my friend for the most glorious sensation
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| Tuesday, May 28th, 2002
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6:53 am
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3 day weekends suck because you have to go back to work again.
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| Monday, May 27th, 2002
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10:20 am
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10:16 am
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I've missed Lauren.
I'm glad she's back.
current music: MC 900 Foot Jesus - While The City Sleeps
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| Monday, May 20th, 2002
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5:05 pm
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Couch - Check.
One down, one to go.
I'm thinking of getting a Welsh Corgi.
current music: Pixies - Where Is My Mind-
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| Sunday, May 12th, 2002
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9:38 pm
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| Wednesday, May 8th, 2002
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6:45 am
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| Sunday, April 28th, 2002
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10:49 pm
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I fuckin hate sunburn. We left Hollywood at 8 this morning. We got to Fontana by 9. it took almost 2 hours to get off the 10 and to the parking lot. Who the hell knew this many people went to NASCAR races. 110,000 is the rough number. Free tickets, Free passes to Miller's Free beer and food tent. 2 mullets. One hundred and Ten fucking thousand people and I only get to see 2 mullets.
Goddamn I hate sunburn. At least I'm not Casper white anymore. Lobster red would be more like it.
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