Regretfully Indifferent

This is my last post before Cornerstone. We are leaving in about 10 hours... I'll see you all when I get back. Have fun! Fight the Power. Stay Informed.

You might want to make it "F*cktard of the Week*... this could go on for years.

Everybody be nice to Jared and read his post's carefully. You might just find wisdom floating amid the oil spill...

I have been thinking about it and, although i haven't exactly discussed it with jordan, i will be posting the "F*cktard of the Month" award which will appear both on here, and on a separate blog set aside just for those honored with this award. the first one will be late July(maybe).

::Defamation so low, we're giving it away!!::

Hey kids, due to lack of content and a loss in page hits, jordan asked me to help him out. Although it may be worthless content, it's still content. so i'll be speakin my mind from now on...now i just need to think of a cool catch phrase.

Now THIS is comedy...

Well my blogging ability is back... sadly my brain is still out to lunch. I invited Jared to start posting on here. I might toss out a few other invites... BE AFRAID!

This is even funnier when you realize it's real! Next time you have a bad day at work...think of this guy. Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio station 103.2 on FM dial in Ft. Wayne, Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest. Needless to say, she won.

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Hi Sue,

Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so bad after all.

Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's a wetsuit. This time of year the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose.

Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints. What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wetsuit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi. Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit.

Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my butt. I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically. Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression.

When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet. As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my butt was swollen shut. So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt. Now repeat to yourself, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job"

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7 Days till Cornerstone! Bags packed, sunscreen bought, and directions printed... In honor of this incredible festival of God and Music and everything inbetween, I offer you this list of my top 15 gotta see bands!

1) Living Sacrifice
2) mewithoutYou
3) Extol
4) Dead Poetic
5) Anberlin
6) Further Seems Forever
7) Mae
8) Beloved
9) James Dean Trio
10) Anathallo
11) Norma Jean
12) Danielson Famile
13) Underoath
14) The Blamed
15) Jacobstone

Fight the Power. Stay Informed.

[04:56:14 PM] Joy: ach, Matlock sucks
[04:56:19 PM] Joy: he's so annoying
[04:56:23 PM] Me: yes he is
[04:56:25 PM] Joy: i mean come on, why doesn't somebody kill him already
[04:56:29 PM] Joy: he's a lawyer
[04:56:30 PM] Joy: everybody hates him
[04:56:35 PM] Joy: somebody just kill him!
[04:56:36 PM] Me: he's such a prick... thinks he knows everything
[04:56:41 PM] Joy: yes I know
[04:56:53 PM] Joy: you wanna talk about badgering the witness
[04:56:57 PM] Joy: not to mention leading him
[04:57:09 PM] Joy: goodness
[04:57:14 PM] Joy: makes me sick
[04:57:17 PM] Me: I HOLD HIM IN CONTEMPT!!!

I just did one of the most amazingly effective poetic exercises that I've ever done. Some of you may have heard of the band Sigur Ros. They are a mellow atmospheric band from somewhere other than here. On their latest CD, they created a language know as "Hopelandic" which is mostly just beautifully formed jibberish. Their website encourages people to listen to the songs and write their own lyrics to them. Let me just tell you... it is amazing. I hope all of you will check out the music and do this. Not only is it incredibly cathartic, it's also will help you develop your own poetic style. This is just a sampling of what I heard in the third track...

You sigh
Stay with me
You're a star
Screaming around our love
For you never cried

You set our home on fire
You saw it all from your humor
You know no hope
You rise up
You saw it all from your humor

You saw it all...
From you, star

Now I lay in tears

Home
She's all alone now
Seen in my dreams now

"You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there. The only difference is that there is no cat." - Albert Einstein (When asked to describe radio)

My back hurts. I've been sitting on the floor for the past two hours trying to rotate clockwise a piece of metal the size of a pencil tip. Now this may not seem like a daunting task, but I tell you it is. There is only about an inch of space with which to move and all of my "precision" tools are even too big to fit. I'm not sure if fixing my PS2 is worth all this trouble... Fight the Power. Stay Informed.

LIVING SACRIFICE APPRECIATION
Since the release of Living Sacrifice’s last record, “Conceived In Fire”, there
has been constant speculation and rumour as to the band’s stability due to other
priorities like family, jobs and other bands. We’re sad to report that indeed
the band is calling it a day BUT they are going to be performing several shows
up to their last show at this year’s Cornerstone Festival. Don’t miss your
chance to see this incredible band. Their influence on many young up-and-coming
bands is unmistakable and they will be missed.

During the month of June we will be accepting emails from fans of the band and
we’d like you to write a brief letter telling the band what they meant to you.
We’ll present the letters to the band at this year’s Cornerstone Festival where
they will be headlining the last day, Saturday July 5. Email the band here:
info@solidstaterecords.com
Show the Sacrifice boys how much they have meant to you.

I told you I was a super hero...

I finally did it. I made a quiz on Quizilla. I hope you guys enjoy it! Click the link below.

What is your subconsciously preferred means of death?

Amy sent me this in an e-mail and I thought it was JUST witty enough to post. Thanks Ames!

The Monday Morning Test

I got 10 of 11, but I did rethink one of my answers before I submitted. And yes, I did take it right after I woke up. Fight the Power. Stay On Your Toes.

You are Neo, from "The Matrix." You
display a perfect fusion of heroism and
compassion.


What Matrix Persona Are You?
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[11:10:32 PM] Melodious Joyous Hollidayous: hahahaha! i love laughing!
[11:10:47 PM] Melodious Joyous Hollidayous: my cheeks hurt
[11:10:53 PM] Melodious Joyous Hollidayous: my face cheeks

I couldn't help but laugh. I'm glad she cleared that up, cuz I was wondering. Fight the Power. State the Obvious.

(Music) Enter the Worship Circle

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(Book) Slaughterhouse Five by Vonnegut

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I think either my heart or brain will explode soon. Goodbye cruel world.

Well sadly I think I might have fallen into the trap of Internet boredom, as evidenced by my recent Quizilla posts. I have seen the end of the Internet, and it is not pretty. Quizilla is kinda cool I guess, though. Fight the Power. Stay Informed.

You are HomeStar. You may not be the brightest
crayon in the box, but you are so gosh darn
loveable. Your lack of intelligence often gets
you into trouble, but your friends are always
there for you. Who cares about your speech
impediment, everyone thinks you're cute.


What HomeStarRunner Character are you? (pictures)
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You're the word FRICK!-
You're not a real swear word, but you're still
unique and different... You're incredibly evil,
but being evil is a GOOD thing... Frick, is
probably the best swear word since sliced
bread! "Sliced bread isn't a swear word,
Anemone!"


What Swear Word are You?
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