| Amusing war posters A-F |
[08 Feb 2005|06:02pm] |
Either Rip Taylor is awarding this girl her nurse's uniform, or Bill Clinton is fulfilling a fantasy in the oval office...
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[08 Feb 2005|05:45pm] |
Unrelated, but when I removed the year from my birthday meme this appeared:
(dont click if you want to play the guessing meme on mine)
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| GIS Birthday Meme |
[08 Feb 2005|05:21pm] |
Ok, meme..
GIS your birthday and post 8 Photos from the results, WITHOUT posting the date.
Have people from your friends list try and guess the date without right clicking. Give the first correct response a prize.
I didn't tamper with mine, but it is very fitting that I got these:
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| G'Nap! |
[08 Feb 2005|04:55pm] |
The Smurfs, "The Purple Smurfs" (1981, TV Show)
A fly bites one of the Smurfs on his tail, turning his skin purple and causing him to bounce around mindlessly and angrily, yell "G'nap!" and bite other Smurfs on the tail, spreading the virus. Clearly an homage to Night of the Living Dead, this episode, which couldn't be more than eight minutes long, has more action and plot twists than most full-length horror movies. And then there's the ending: Papa Smurf, last of the non-infected Smurfs, is barricaded inside his lab, trying to mix one last batch of the magic powder that can reverse the virus. But the Purple Smurfs break in and bite Papa Smurf on the tail, turning him into a Purple Smurf. Fortunately, he proceeds to smash the lab, which causes a fire, which in turn makes the magic powder explode over the village and reverse the process. But the damage to fragile 9 year old minds has been done, because for a brief moment, the Smurfs are extinct, completely wiped out, replaced by, for all intents and purposes, zombies. That they are restored to normal by pure chance makes the inevitable happy ending seem less reassuring and more like a brief glimpse into a random, unknowable universe. Changed my life, it did.
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[06 Feb 2005|11:07am] |
Okay, it's Superbowel (hehe) Sunday!
Here's the plan at casa K.
Time: 2:00 - whenever. Grill lights at 3. Game is at 6:15, sop make it here in time to hang out and tailgate ahead of time.
Weather is predicted to be near 50, partly sunny.
Bring: Munchies, beverages. If you don't like hot dogs or want to contribute, bring something to toss on the grill.
Entertainment: Games, Video Games and Music, Superbowl game (we may or may not pay a lot of attention to this)... and of course the commercials. Simpsons is on the agenda as well.
Directions, RSVP? 248-541-0280 or IM at discordian36 or Y! at illuminatus36 .
See you later!
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[05 Feb 2005|08:09pm] |
Bored?
Drop on by!
We're going to have some folks over tonight. Let us know.
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[04 Feb 2005|10:44am] |
What's everyone doing sunday?
If anyone wants, I could host the game, with the grill running. We could watch / ignore the game, listen to music, watch the funny commercials and halftime things... maybe some Galactica / movie after.
The house is incredibly clean, having been made nearly hypo-allergenic thanks to the efforts of ![[info]](http://library.vu.edu.pk/cgi-bin/nph-proxy.cgi/000100A/http/web.archive.org/web/20050212162731im_/http:/=2fstat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) magentablue and creepyboi (they deserve 99% of the credit) and the K's. Some of you cat-allergic types might even be able to hack it...
Anyway, if anyone is interested, sign in here. I'm in the middle of beating the ephedrine addiction so some friends this sunday would be nice.
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[03 Feb 2005|02:48pm] |
Is this the endgame
Is this my future playing
out in shades of black and white
or is this second sight
Is this an answer
or is this merely just a sign
that points the way to nowhere
and do I really care?
Was I the hero?
Was I the favorite son?
DEUS EX MACHINA
Anything I was is gone
All of this is elemental
There is no inbetween
my shadow’s insubstantial
the ghost in my machine
All of this is elemental
There is no turning back
My fear inconsequential
fast forward- fade to black
If this means anything
to anyone I'll never know
It's just a riddle
lost in time inside an empty mind
I think these images
Mean nothing NOTHING not at all
DEUS EX MACHINA
on and on and on I fall...
Every night I cry myself to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
me in his arms keep me safe from
any harm- I know I'm lying
to myself- I made this fate
with my own hands- It's something
I have come to understand
I'm just a fragment in this
nothingness and emptiness
I cry myself to sleep
I'm just a ghost
A ghost in my machine
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[03 Feb 2005|11:39am] |
Emnity has several layers
I think I've lived them all
And in my resignation
I've suffered no withdrawal
A lesson here of that I'm sure
not a place or a frame of mind
You've drawn your little circle
I see I'm still outside
I never said I wouldn't lose control
I never promised that I wouldn't Lie
I never said I thought I was a saint
I never said I wouldn't make you cry
We have our little failures
and pay the price as they come due
Yet of all my little ironies
My favorite one is you
And it's these confrontations
That bring me to my knees
Your web of complications
killing me like some disease
I've been atop your temple
just further down to fall
but now that I can see you
I just don't care at all
I never said I wouldn't lose control
I never promised that I wouldn't Lie
I never said I thought I was a saint
I never said I wouldn't make you cry
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[03 Feb 2005|11:35am] |
somewhere in your mind
the center's spilling out
the stitches popping one by one
filling up with doubt
logic changes colors
in a swirl of the surreal
the hollow parts you have in side
are all that you can feel
what they've all come to expect
is all you have to give
and when those times of weakness come
you wonder how you live
far too hard to cry for help
when all you have is just yourself
no one there to listen
while you're begging for your life
far too late to cry for help
and all you've failed is just yourself
all you ever wanted was
to say I'm not alright
if they stop to listen
you can never find the words
and your explanation falters
it's the worst thing you have heard
somewhere deep within yourself
who you are turns inside out
and asking for directions
only leads you down one route
is this really who I am
have I really done all that I can
am I still the failure
that I always knew I was?
that final tiny gleam of hope
turns out to be a cruel joke
that voice inside me says "you lose"
just like he always does
far too hard to cry for help
when all you have is just yourself
no one there to listen
while you're begging for your life
far too late to cry for help
and all you've failed is just yourself
all you ever wanted was
to say I'm not alright
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[03 Feb 2005|11:31am] |
Regret
no words for tragedy
none of this is real
no trust or sympathy
cut off from what you feel
hold tight to what you know
can't let it slip away
some truth to all the lies
hidden in the words we say
I've lost all sense of time
all sense of right and wrong
no path that i have seen
leads back where i belong
I've lost all sense of time
all sense of self control
I cling to my regret
an emptiness that makes me whole
in all the emptiness
forever losing sight
a multilayered lie
that blinds us to the light
afraid of what we feel
a past we can't forget
wrapped up in all our fear
and bound to our regret
for the promises
there's no one left to blame
in truth there's consequence-
a fear that's all the same
hold tight to what we know
or let it slip away
believe in all the lies
denying that we've lost our way
I've lost all sense of time
all sense of right and wrong
no path that i have seen
leads back where i belong
I've lost all sense of time
all sense of self control
I cling to my regret
an emptiness that makes me whole
in all the emptiness f
orever losing sight
a multilayered lie
that blinds us to the light
afraid of what we feel
a past we can't forget
wrapped up in all our fear
and bound to our regret
for all our penitence
we can't forgive our past
strike down the future now
so nothing ever lasts
awake and dreaming still
we try hard to forget
and still we damn ourselves
to live with our regret
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[01 Feb 2005|02:17pm] |
Much love and thoughts to obsequious
I'm so sorry, Daniel.
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[31 Jan 2005|11:02pm] |
pfrank and t0astbandit rock.
Thanks for coming to visit, and thanks again for the gifts.
*sniff*
:)
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[31 Jan 2005|10:27am] |
Thanks to everyone for saving my life.
Now I have to put it back together. It's pretty much a ruin.
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[30 Jan 2005|10:25pm] |
This is Michelle, Pete's wife writing this. He has been taken to the hospital and is fine. I will be going up there soon to check on him. I am with friends and we will be going up there.
Don't worry, we all will make sure he is fine.
~Michelle
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[29 Jan 2005|03:15pm] |
All:
I am looking for ANYTHING by this band:
All my CD's related to them are missing. All of my data files relating to them are missing. All help is appreciated.
http://stat.discogs.com/R/t/102247-001.jpg
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[29 Jan 2005|01:13pm] |
Oooh, another reason to live:
Form the GOTHMINISTER Website:
New album from GOTHMINISTER in 2005;
"Empire of Dark Salvation"
Release Scandinavia: February 7th
Release Europe: March/April
Release USA: TBA
DARK SALVATION TOUR 2005
Feb 11th: Stavanger, Atlantic Hall
March 2nd-12th TBA
More info very soon.
DECEMBER 17TH:Gothminister has been working hard with the new studio album. Mixing sessions in Toytown Studios with Stefan Glaumann and post production and mixing with Rico Darum & Peder Kjellsby will soon be history as the new album will be mastered on Tuesday the 21st of December! The new album will offer 15 brand new tracks, including bonus live video from this years M`Era Luna Festival show. GOTHMINISTER will be back on the road for a big Norwegian tour, sponsored by SCREAM MAGAZINE & Rikskonsertene.
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[29 Jan 2005|12:39pm] |
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There should be a tool or list in LJ that if you are included in a secure post, lets you see WHO ELSE is included in that post. would clear up some drama... No, nothing happened, but I was just thinking that.
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[29 Jan 2005|12:32pm] |
Yeah, so what?
It's all uphill from here.
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