Fight the Power. Stay Informed.
Thursday, July 31, 2003
Sadly I always wondered about this...
Now if we could just get down to the nitty gritty and find out the truth about Colossus' (from the X-Men) genitalia...
[01:47:10 AM] Ally
: I was thinking of you earlier
[01:47:30 AM] Jordan
: really now... did anybody catch you? teehehe
[01:47:39 AM] Ally
: lol NOT like that
[01:47:41 AM] Ally
: dirty boy
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
actually, i am just trying to NOT see the last post...it depresses me...
--Ahhh, the power of e-mail
My daughter and I had just finished a salad at a Neiman-Marcus Cafe in Dallas, and we decided to have a small dessert. Because both of us are such cookie lovers, we decided to try the "Neiman-Marcus cookie." It was so excellent that I asked if they would give me the recipe, and the waitress said with a small frown, "I'm afraid not, but you can buy the recipe."
Well I asked how much, and she responded, "Only two fifty-it's a great deal!" I agreed to that, and told her to just add it to my tab. Thirty days later, I received my VISA statement, and the Neiman-Marcus charge was $285.00! I looked again, and I remembered I had only spent $9.95 for two salads and about $20.00 for a scarf. As I glanced at the bottom of the statement, it said, "Cookie Recipe-$250.00". That was outrageous! I called Neiman's Accounting Department and told them the waitress said it was "two fifty", which clearly does not mean "two hundred and fifty dollars" by any reasonable interpretation of the phrase! Neiman-Marcus refused to budge. They would not refund my money because, according to them, ''What the waitress told you is not our problem. You have already seen the recipe. We absolutely will not refund your money at this point." I explained to the Accounting Department lady the criminal statutes which govern fraud in the state of Texas. I threatened to report them to the Better Business Bureau and the Texas Attorney General's office for engaging in fraud. I was basically told, "Do what you want. Don't bother thinking of how you can get even, and don't bother trying to get any of your money back." I just said, Okay, you folks got my $250, and now I'm going to have $250 worth of fun." I told her that I was going to see to it that every cookie lover in the United States with an e-mail account has a $250 cookie recipe from Neiman-Marcus...for free. She replied, "I wish you wouldn't do this." I said, "Well, perhaps you should have thought of that before you ripped me off!" and slammed down the phone. So here it is! Please, please, please pass it on to everyone you can possibly think of. I paid $250 for this, and I don't want Neiman-Marcus to EVER make another penny off this recipe!
NEIMAN-MARCUS COOKIES (Recipe may be halved)
2 cups butter
24 oz.chocolate chips
4 cups flour
2 cups brown sugar
2 tsp. soda
1 tsp. salt
2 cups sugar
1 8 oz. Hershey Bar (grated)
5 cups blended oatmeal
2 tsp. baking powder
2 tsp. vanilla
3 cups chopped nuts (your choice)
Measure oatmeal, and blend in a blender to a fine powder. Cream the butter and both sugars. Add eggs and vanilla, mix together with flour, oatmeal, salt, baking powder, and soda. Add chocolate chips, Hershey Bar, and nuts. Roll into balls, and place two inches apart on a cookie sheet. Bake for 10 minutes at 375 degrees. Make 112 cookies. TERRIFIC Cookies.
******JUST KEEP PASSIN THIS ON, TO AS MANY FRIENDS, AND UNFRIENDS, AS YOU HAVE IN YOUR ADDRESS BOOK...Thanks
Monday, July 28, 2003
Today is a sad day for Christian hardcore music... Fight the Power. Stay Informed.
Death Campaign fire lead vocalist
July 26, 2003
This we recently received in the Hxc news room, below posted in its entirety:
An official statement from The Death Campaign,
Now, there have been a lot of rumors and accusations floating around
pertaining to what is presently happening with The Death Campaign. Yes it is true that Chad Wiggins is no longer with us. After months of prayer and
debate we have decided to ask him to step down from his position as lead
vocalist. This is the hardest thing we've had to do as a band thus far and
we want to make perfectly clear the fact that we did not do this out of any
malice and hope to see Chad prosper in everything he does. Our love for Chad will never die. Our former bass player Casey Wisenbaker will be stepping up as front man and we will be rerecording the vocals and making some changes to the album in the next few months. We will also be looking for someone to take over on bass. We are very excited to see what the future holds and we welcome you to join us in our next season. We greatly appreciate any and all concerns and we thank you for your thoughts and prayers.
The Death Campaign
Underoath loses vocalist
July 26, 2003
"Hello everyone. I know the rumors have been flying and the drama has been thickening so I think it's time to straighten everything out. I first would like to apologize for the last minute cancellation of our Warped Tour dates as well as the From Autumn to Ashes show in Birmingham, AL. We had some band situations that needed direct attention and resulted in us having to go home. As far as the rumors of us breaking up go, they are not true. However Dallas, our singer, will be leaving the band due to personal issues. That's really all that I am at liberty to say. We have heard everything from he got his girlfriend pregnant, to people punching other people in the band and those are all entirely not true. We all love one another and have went our seperate ways with the intention of remaining friends. If anyone has any questions or would like to dispell any rumors, feel free to email: firstname.lastname@example.org. We don't have a replacement as of now and future tour and recording postponements will be updated as they get worked out. Thank all of you for the support and prayers and look forward to seeing you on the road as soon as possible."
-Tim and Underoath
As I swam toward the crude stone stairway formed partly by time, partly by the feet of countless, faceless others...I wondered whether this was the coolest thing I had ever done, or the most absolutely retarded...Ignoring this thought, I continued to the top of the 30-ft. rock face onto a path toward an overhanging ledge. Standing for a moment, I gazed out at the sparkling reflection of the sun over the deep water below. It was comfortable here...Beautiful, quiet, and safe. I could have sat down and absorbed that moment forever. I set aside purpose, hope and ambition, and thanked God for that spot.
Taking a seat on a piece of the cliff protruding from the ground below me, I Subconsciously picked up a small rock and threw it off the edge. The faint and distant splash of the rock rang softly in my ears...destroying the near-hypnotic hold this beautiful scenery had on my mind.
Ignoring the peace and safety, I regained that indescribable feeling of excitement that drove me until now. Standing to my feet, I moved toward the edge. I was slightly dizzied by the sudden rush of emotion. As my first foot moved off the ledge, I experienced every conceivable feeling at once. This sensation brought me into a moment of serene angst that seemed to last forever. Finally I kicked out with my second foot and, for a moment, nothing existed. I was frozen in isolation from the world around me and I felt a sense of absolute silence.
I opened my eyes and watched myself slowly fall towards the water. There was a chill of adrenaline pushing itself up my spine. My every nerve tingled and my senses shut down. All I could hear was the wind blowing past my face. Then, as quickly as it began, I plunged through the surface of the water and again was suspended in time. I couldn't help but stay there for a while and just let myself drift and soak up as much as absolutely possible before my breath forced me to the top.
As I made my way to the water's surface the only intelligible thought running through my head was, "Wow." Then came the realization that I really was about to loose that last bit of air in my lungs. In a panic, I started frantically waving my arms and legs in any fashion that could lead me to the air above me. Finally, I could see the light shining through the near opaque water. I then held my hand above my head as I swam toward the water's surface. From a fist I raised my index and pinky fingers, and as I surfaced I screamed as loud as my voice would allow...
Friday, July 25, 2003
Mocking people is fun... Fight the Power. Stay Informed.
As a tribute to Jared's employment switch I decided to compile a dream list... I call it LuserFest 2003. One band (living or dead) for every letter of the alphabet!
3. Cool Hand Luke
4. Dead Poetic
5. Evergreen Terrace
6. Further Seems Forever
10. Jeremy Camp
11. Kendall Payne
12. Living Sacrifice
14. Norma Jean
15. Over the Rhine
16. Poor Old Lu
17. Queens of the Stone Age
18. Roadside Monument
20. The Death Campaign
22. Vigilantes of Love
24. xDisciplex AD
25. Yo-Yo Ma
How very eclectic, I know... Fight the Power. Stay Informed.
[Listening to: "The Knife" by The Death Campaign]
goodbye fast food, hello convenience stores...by the way, don't worry about the fact that the 3rd paragraph and 2nd point are both completely plagarized.
To Whom It May Concern,
It has come to my attention on many occasions that this establishment is poorly run, dreadfully distastefully managed and is not fit to employ a buss load of retarded dyslectics who you can pay 25 cents/hr. and can keep in dry storage on hooks until it's time for their shift, let alone employees like myself and others here who stay out of necessity and without choice. I have been offered many opportunities to become a crew trainer, or even an ELS, but have respectfully declined every one for fear that in becoming any of the above I might inadvertently sell my soul and one day end up like you.
Your greed and absolute disregard for the safety of your crew have greatly hindered their morale, and the efficiency of their work to the point that some of us have even contemplated forced vomiting and passing out in order to force you into sending us home early. There have been many occasions where after work on the nights during a snowstorm (Christmas Eve being the most memorable) I almost died (no exaggeration) on the way home because of your cheap, self centered, and borderline satanic attitude toward your crew, and the fact that all our lives mean to you is another dollar in your pocket, or another one wasted.
In a world of managerial evolution, you are the blue-green algae that everyone else eats and laughs at. Managers like you are a sad proof of the Dilbert principle. Seeing as this situation is unlikely to change without you getting a full frontal lobotomy, I am forced to tender my resignation, however I have a few parting points.
1. In light of this resignation letter, you cannot cut my hours for the last 2 weeks I am employed. These hours are to be based on employee performance and work skills, NOT personal opinion, which has been the case in more than one situation since my employment here.
2. When someone calls you in reference to employment, it is illegal to give me a bad recommendation. The most you can say to hurt me is "I prefer not to comment." I will have friends randomly call you over the next couple of years to keep you honest, because I know you would be unable to do it on your own.
Monday, July 21, 2003
Persistent, Luminous, Lovely
I am no longer succeeding
You have taken over and I step inside
Dim the lights and cut the chatter
Sinew and clarity are now extinct
Agonizing over decisions
Long before their effects discernable
All of my musing becoming succinct
Clumsy steps of progress encourage regression
I know not where your roads will lead me
Yet I continue to ask...
When can I see you again?
Thursday, July 17, 2003
is one of those amazing stories that only a true psycho stalker can appreciate. Calling all of my ex-girlfriends... Fight the Power. Stay Informed.
I couldn't stop laughing at these
... it's today's link of the day. Why does this seem like something me and Mike would come up with...27 Haikus by Sammy Mantis Jr.
Fight the Power. Stay Informed.
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
Apparently she loved Italian food. I'm more of a Mexican fan myself. I'd only known her for 4 days 7 hours and 11 minutes, but I had already learned a lifetime worth of trivial details. As the waiter approached to take our order I watched her shuffle and shift her weight, trying to decide without looking undecided.
"My name is Aaron, I'll be your server for the evening," gushed the waiter, who had done this many times before, "Are you folks ready to order or do you need some extra time?"
I enjoyed watching her squirm. She would bite her lip nervously while glancing at the menu side to side. "I think we're ready" I said, hoping she would force out a tad more delicate anxiety. She peeked above her menu, giving me that look that only a woman can give. I chuckled because I knew I had won that round.
"Can you tell me about the Cannelloni al Forno?" she said, trying to squeeze out more time.
"The Cannelloni al Forno is rolls of pasta filled with beef, chicken and veal, topped with bechamel and meat sauces." said Aaron, who mentioned previously that he was our server for the evening, "It fits perfectly with a nice Danzante Merlot."
"Mmmm, that sounds nice; I think I'll have the Lobster Spaghetti," she said, completely ignoring poor Aaron.
"And I'll have the Veal Parmigiana," I said, ordering as quickly and decidedly as possible just to tease her even more. Aaron made sure to steal our menus before running off to the various other parts of his job.
"What's a vinaigrette?" I asked her.
"I don't know, I think it's a chick drink."
"You know, you're the kind of girl I could fall in love with." I said, thinking out loud.
"Really?" she replied, "You're the kind of guy I could eat at The Olive Garden with."
Zing. I guess we're tied at 1. Her name was Nicole. She was 22 years old and looked like an old girlfriend of mine. She liked to crack jokes at my expense and then laugh about how witty they were hours later. She was the female version of me... only prettier... and less offensively odorous. (That last part was a joke.)
"So tell me Nicole, now that your name has been introduced in this story, do you feel any different?"
"What are you talking about?" she squeaked, through her confused expression.
"Oh, nothing…" I said, wondering what I was even talking about myself.
"So how do you feel about love?" She asked.
"Well you brought it up first." She presented a very valid point. I HAD brought it up first.
"Love is a many splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong… all you need is love."
"You do realize that this isn't Moulin Rouge, right?" She presented a very valid point. I HAD to realize that this wasn't Moulin Rouge.
"I'm not so sure about love, it doesn't seem to make any sense." That was the best that I could do.
"How do you mean?" She said.
"I don't know. It just seems like love is the antithesis of everything that we hold as true."
"Now you really have me confused, I think I'm going to need a vinaigrette…"
"No listen…" I said, even though I really didn't have anything further for her to listen to. "Love is one of life's biggest contradictions. Everything that initially attracts you to a person fades away once love becomes apparent. So everything that initiates love, is pushed aside by it and replaced with other things that initiate other feelings. Love is blind."
"So what you are saying is that Love is Love's biggest opponent."
"No, I'm saying that Love is rhythmically disorganized."
"Love is wholeheartedly cautious. Love is initially familiar. Love is regretfully indifferent."
"Regretfully indifferent, ehh?"
"You're a loony"
"Yes, I know."
"Here comes Aaron (our server for the evening) with our food."
"Good. I'm starving."
"Are you sure you're not incompletely full."
Nicole 2 Me 1. At least I got my point across… I think.
I was spoken to...
Have you ever read the words of someone and thought, "They know exactly how I feel." I just found those words...
"Every instant of my days will be designed to wound me with the realization of the world's insufficiency, until I become so detached that I will be able to find God alone in everything." Thomas Merton
[Listening to: "Call Me Steam" by Jeremy Enigk]
Saturday, July 12, 2003
After some extreme deliberation and extensive thought, I have decided on the first F*cktard. Before I tell you who he is, I am going to give an explanation of why I chose this particular person. Contrary to what you may expect, he is a great deal more intelligent that your average F*cktard, but this intelligence is clouded by his own stubbornness and occasionally narrow-minded view of the world. He excels in pointing out the faults in others but is reluctant to search himself for similar problems. The only thing that separates him from the people he puts down is the fact that he thinks he is a far better person than they will ever be. He is a lazy, selfish, apathetic a-hole who finds it hard to excel at anything for fear of being made fun of. He is always surrounded by people whom he assumes believe they are better than him, but in fact are at about the same level. He then starts to think he is better than them even though in the back of his head he feels inferior in every way. But, on the up-side, Jordan aparently thinks he is good enough to be a member of his blogger team...On that note, I would like to congradulate the very first inductee of the F*cktard hall of fame. Congradulations Jared, You are a F*cktard. f*cktard homepage
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
ok kazaa users...if you haven't updated to kazaa 2.5 yet, DO IT NOW. 2.5 is a HUGE step up for kazaa. you can do so much more...things like actually surfing the web IN kazaa(it even has a favorites menu that works from your favorites on internet explorer.) instead of making you open another window. you also get virus protection, better searching...and plenty of changes to the layout and overall design. There's prolly a whole lot more too, but i just installed it about 15 min. ago. I definately reccomend it to anybody (so far).
::Defamation so low, we're giving it away!::
Monday, July 07, 2003
Stupid Roscoe... You beat me to it. Ohh well I guess... here is MY (more important) list of the top 10 shows I saw at Cornerstone 2003.
5. Madison Greene
6. Living Sacrifice
7. The Blamed
8. James Dean Trio
10. In Reverent Fear
There were a ton that I didn't get to see (because of heat, schedule conflicts, and overall laziness), but all in all the list probably wouldn't have changed too much. Cornerstone is the best and will continue to be the best... thanks to all of the people that went with us and made it even more enjoyable. God bless and take care... Fight the Power. Stay Informed.
Sunday, July 06, 2003
C-stone 2003 is over and honestly it turned out to be the best $125 i have ever spent. Sure, it had it's low points, but over all it was incredible. In an attempt to add to Jordan's list of...well...lists, I want to share with you my top 10 favorite shows of the week.
2. Living Sacrifice
5. Death Campaign
6. Demon Hunter
8. James Dean Trio
9. Norma Jean
There it is. The best of the best. There were some shows i wanted to see but didn't (Over the Rhine, Figure 4, etc...) and some might have made it to the list. Oh well, better luck next year.
::Defamation so low, we're giving it away!::
[Listening to: "The Cure for Pain" by Mewithoutyou]