ODI PROFANUM VULGUS ET ARCEO

September 10th, Here I Come..

2006-07-28T04:38:32Z

Lauriane Gillieron will always be my Miss Universe.

I just got back from orientation at SCAD and chillout on Jekyll Island. A lot of stuff, Mad Muffin kind of stuff, is going down, but it is all behind the scenes for now. Good things soon--good, good things.

I have been thinking of dropping LiveJournal and Xanga. I will still comment and stuff, but I do not want to post anymore. I just do not frequently have anything to say that is worth anyone else's time. There is no theme or anything like that. I would do a weekly comic, but I can't write that fast and I don't enjoy absolute nonsense. I'm not producing much at the moment, however I am in preparation mode. Like I said, it is all behind the scenes for now. Aye. Once the comics do start cropping up on a regular basis, they will most likely be at nuffinbutmuffin. So, no Livejournal and Xanga means more Myspace and Facebook, probably. I figure non-blog sites will fare me well (Some may think, "Myspace=non-blog?! Yeah right!" Well, yeah, right. Myspace looks better as a music place to me; not a picture or blog place). A lot of SCAD folks seem to have a Face and everybody else seems to have a Space. I will have those up tomorrow afternoon. Oh, and DeviantArt. The only reason I want to keep that up is because some of the people I know on there would never see my stuff otherwise. They are also going to be famous before both of us, so it is good to keep them close. You know, internet close. Not even that close for the internet. Sigh~

See you'll in the comment box!

EDit: Ha, ha, you like that, huh? EDit. EDit! Hm. So, my space is over at 97568190 until I decide I definitely want to be Tango forever. The song is still processing. I gots a face as well. You know the deal with that one.

cooking_ironman @ 2006-07-18T14:32:00

2006-07-18T18:33:01Z

Summer sale over at KRS. It is not the same as last year's, but last year's was an absolute steal. It was a better deal than if Bill Gates gave me straight-up free money. In fact, here is some more very personal information for eneryone:

Money / Music: Money
Meryl / Eva: Meryl
Cat / Dog: Cat
Black President / Female President: Female
Fish / Chicken: Fish
Hitler / Mussolini: oh, Castro
Feet / Hands: Feet
Feet / Hands: Hands
Shotokan / Tae Kwon Do: Shotokan
NFL / GAA: GAA

cooking_ironman @ 2006-07-14T22:00:00

2006-07-15T02:00:58Z

Shoot.. Everybody decides to party on the week I get dragged off to Jekyll Island. Perhaps there will be Pirate Parties.

Anyway, here is some very personal information for everybody:

bad -> good / good -> bad: bad -> good
Nike / Adidas: Adidas
I am naked / Ich bin nackt: I am naked
DJ / VJ: VJ
Watterson / Schulz: Watterson
Tenchi / Ranma: Tenchi
Rubber / Duct: Duct
Deal / Gordon: Deal
Lehmann / Kahn: Kahn
Ed / Spencer: I do not particularly like either of them, but I usually root for Spencer because Ed can be nasty.

Party is a strange word and I can never get the ul and li to do what I want. Supposedly, Coast to Coast is going to be on Sci-fi and Nicktoons has a new Invader Zim. My mom has this art guy tutoring me. If it really goes down like this in college, I can already tell I am going to give some goofs some aches. The guy is from New York, though. He went to SVA. I am not sure what I am trying to say. He isn't very creative, and that is somehow the feeling I get from the N to the Y. I have to shift all of my plans a week or two. That includes, like, three parties I will miss, a movie with the G and M, racquetball with John, aaand.. you know, the world at my finger tips. Dude, seriously? Yes, I want to be in the Olympics someday. Handball is the way. I'mo also play soccer at SCAD. I will be a Bee. Cool. Then I will get into the MLS, get the U.S. to a semi-final World Cup game under Klinsi against Germany amidst all the craziness that could cause, lose (or win. either way is crazy), get noticed by some scout, get drafted into the Bundesliga to play for Hertha Berlin, have lunch with that one chick I was all weird about, decline an offer to play for Arsenal or Chelsea or any one of those English poops who suck up all the talent (Ballack.), never retire because, by this time, the earthworms will have served their purpose, etc. All this while simultaneously achieving the handball equivalents, playing lead hand claps in Iggy Pop's electro-bluegrass band, and revolutionizing the children's book industry. Books: "They're not just for kids anymore!" ::reassuring smile accompanied by a firm thumbs up::
I just got back from the first day of the National Black Arts Festival. It was not as bad as I thought it would be. Most of it was, but enough of it wasn't. I had a talk with Djibril N'Doye. He is from Senegal. We talked about people, faces, Djibril Cisse, playing defense. He was very insightful. Without even seeing it, he knew stuff about my art stuff that the tutor guy does not even know. His deal is that he never went to art school. Comparing him to the tutor guy, I see art school as a place for art educators that shoots out folks like Ms. Manley. People who see a painting or something and immediately begin categorizing the style and asking, "What me~dium is this done in?" and.. I do not like the way I am sounding. You get me though, right? The tutor man saw some of my comics and started inquiring about anime and ship and noted that my panel layout was unu~sual and maybe I should use less panels for my portfolio. I gots this drawing of Hitler and he's yelling, but there is nothing in front of him and the tutor guy insisted this was wrong and that there should be something there to give some idea, but that is not the point, man. That is not what I want it to bee.
I may never type again. What do I sound like? Really.
Happy Birthday, Greta! Sorry if you do not see it or something, but I am not into the giant letters. I thought I might change the color, but there is no telling what color your friend's page is in. It may not have shown up.

cooking_ironman @ 2006-07-09T16:43:00

2006-07-09T20:43:39Z

Poop.

Macaroni Italiacs..

2006-06-10T01:47:30Z

I have a few story book type deals on the way if I ever find time to stop playing FIFA 06. One is about Funky the Flowersaurus Rex, the other is a collection of half-page four-liners called Book of Random Fakts. And, and, and, I have three three-song singles to record. Edward Green, (L)imitation, and Machine Gums. I finally saw Me and You and Everybody We Know. We should watch it sometime. I am so totally open for collupadoops. I am always open for collupadoops. If anyone would like to colluporate or just brainrain for a few hours over lunch, I am here and not yet queer and my number is 770.596.5408, dear. However, my cell has been on the screwy side. Home is where the 770.942.4598 doth reside. I repeat, there is noo neeed to panic, the tornado is not headed this way!

cooking_ironman @ 2006-05-12T21:50:00

2006-05-13T01:48:36Z

Um..Power Rangers and Dr. Who.

(Sorry in advance for saying certain words over and over and starting successive sentences with "the.")
Power Rangers. I have long stood by the belief that Power Rangers in Space was the best Power Rangers series, but I have been watching the even newer ones and I must say Power Rangers S.P.D. is strong contest. Here comes some compare/contrast. Please note this is based on dwindling memories of Space and about ten episodes of S.P.D.
While Space has a deeper, more emotional storyline and sleek, uniform uniforms, S.P.D. takes everything else. (The S.P.D. suits come close, though, and the Space suits even show up in S.P.D.)
The pretense for the series allows for much more variation in the events that take place. The Rangers are not fighting off monsters that attack them, rather they are patrolling space and capturing criminals. The conflicts are isolated incidents independant of each other. This allows for a different style of pursuit: clues, detective work, hide and seek type deals, etc.
The pacing and structure of the episodes are very creative. They completely ditch the traditional formula. Quite frequently an episode will begin with a zord battle or end with a foot soldier fight. No episode ever seems excessively rushed like most kids shows and cartoons (that's another story). It still's got to be done in thirty minutes, though..
Also, rather than trying to revamp existing weapon, zord, monster, etc. concepts, S.P.D. embraces the past without straight-up copying. They are like subtle tributes. The most apparent example of this is the mounted cannon-like finishing weapon they use or the car zords similar to Power Rangers Turbo.
While I am on weaponry, I may as well give props to Space. During battle, they continuously use the various weapons they had at their disposal (ex: I believe Andros used the Spiral Saber.) unlike other series that seem to use their weapons only at special occasions.
The fight scenes are pretty excellent.
The supporting characters are way, way, way multifaceted (fig n lit) i.e. not Bulk and Skull, not yet Stargate.
Really, the only bad thing is the Rangers' humanoid dog commander's mouth. He is a puppet and it barely moves when he speaks.

As for Dr. Who..I LOVE DR. WHO!!! I seen "the Empty Child" and I am watching part to, "the Doctor Dances" as we speak. This is so fantastic.

cooking_ironman @ 2006-05-11T22:07:00

2006-05-12T02:03:59Z

Ladies and gentlemen, I am a toaster man. Sure, I have been all toaster before, but I am now all toaster. Beginning, like, Monday, I initiated a zero microwave policy. No more microwave for the rest of my life unless I am someone's guest and have no choice. Why?

Number one: Microwave ovens freak me the hell out. My fear of microwaves began with my introduction to the term "nuke" in reference to the use of one. Something just clicked. The association between nuclear missiles, nuclear fallout, and a microwave did not sit well. The other day, the light bulb in ours started blinking and I had a fit. I remembered watching about how, if a fluorescent light starts blinking near a microwave, there is a leak. A radiation leak. A leak of radiation..like Chernobyl, and I am not talking chipmunks.* Ellen DeGeneres was talking about how anything that heats food up that fast and that hot without fire is of the devil. I believe it.
Number two: Toasters rock so hard. Not just regular toasters, but toaster ovens, toasted sandwich makers, that magical bottom area of ovens that is supposed to grill burgers or something..they are all so wonderful. Now, to be completely honest, I have never actually used or even touched a toaster oven** or a toastie maker, but yesterday I got the idea to use a waffle iron to make toasted cheese*** and the results tripped me out. I was in toastie heaven for, like, three seconds.**** My reasoning is that if a waffle iron did this to me, then a full-fledged toasted sandwich maker will be twenty bajagazillion times better..efficiency-wise, anyway. Waffle cheese is so cool looking.

*I love you if you caught that. **I once saw a real, live one. ***Thus inventing what I call "waffle cheese." ****That is how long it took to eat it.

cooking_ironman @ 2006-04-25T16:13:00

2006-04-25T20:14:11Z

"Ed eats punches for breakfast!"

cooking_ironman @ 2006-04-08T14:33:00

2006-04-08T18:32:03Z

Movie idea: So, I woke up this mornig. I stretched my arm out to the side of my super high loft bed and noticed I had a velcro monkey in hand. I noticed the way it was dangling and thought to myself, "Hm.. that's kind of like King Kong.. only opposite.. Genious."
Went to the body exhibit yeasterday. (Yeasterday! I love typos..) Honestly, I did not find it especially interesting. The blood vessel and nerve sections were really cool and pretty even. Not pretty even, but even pretty.. anyway, the male reproductive system looks like a podracer. The kids there were crazy. One girl saw the male junk and exclaimed, "Mom, look, a freak!" Also, besides the isolated male junk, there is a considerable amount of attached male junk spread throughout the exhibit. A little boy went the whole time pointing and saying, "Another penis~ There goes another one~ Never any girl private parts, just another penis~"
Came home, napped, and went to Borders while my sister watched that movie with the ballroom dancing and the inner-city kids and the Top Model contestant and the guy who played Zorro (Antonio Venderez?). I read the most recent issues of Punk Planet and Venus, flipped through Filter because of Cat Power and noticed a really cool looking (that's all I know) band called the Noisettes, read my favorute (Favorute! I love typos..) strips in Funny Times, went outside with no hacky-sack which lead to loitering around taking notes and receiving commentary on my dress from various cigarette punks (whoa, I just got to thinking..I'm surprised there is no band called the Cigarettes), got pood on my a bird, washed my hair with hand soap, nearly bought To: Elliott, From: Portland, hung out in the world music section, and.. that was it. The world music was the best part. There was a bad review of When the Going Gets Dark in Venus. It basically went, "So, why does the new Quasi album suck so bad? Well, it's not Janet Weiss because she is also in Sleater-Kinney and Sleater-Kinney is so much better than that. Blame it on her ex-husband, Sam Coomes." It just totally ripped Janet out of the picture as though she has nothing to do with the band of which she is half because she makes such great music with Sleater-Kinney.. like Quasi is just a silly side project that she cares nothing about. Geeze, reviews.
I bought some dried ananas.

cooking_ironman @ 2006-04-08T14:30:00

2006-04-08T18:29:28Z

I wrote that yesterday. I'm still feelin' it. Didn't feel like typing it, though.
In my head this week..Mr. John Soda, Elliott Smith (first time in a while), Papa M, Khaela Maricich, Stephen Malkmus and the regulars: Kimya Dawson, Herman Dune. I've listened to a little Postal Service as well. I used to hate them so much, but whatever. It just bugs me that while I'm into all this I can't produce anything similar. I'm working on some ukulele songs, but I can't remember any of the stuff. I got rid of one of the strings that was really bugging me. I don't have a mic good enough to capture it or the stuff to rig it as an accoustic/electric. I don't even have duct tape right now. My Shout Out Louds CD got scratched pretty weird. Spring break is zooming by real fast.
I went out for some Indian food with John and Swiss Philip on Monday. Great food. The waitress was cool. Philip had a few chances to strike up conversation, but he didn't go for it, which really boggled John. The best chance was when Philip referred to the food as "painful" because the word for spicy in German is the same as painful. We were cracking up and the woman shows up and is all puzzled. John explains the situation and she laughs and tries to relate with Philip by explaining how she's only been in the U.S. for six months or so. Philip just sat and stared blankly. The waitress even thought he may not have heard her and tried again, but nope. Then, while we were in the car leaving, she was on her break and walking around outside. She was putting her hands through her hair and suddenly this funky music comes on the radio. We got a laugh out of that. Very..ironic? So there was then a big long back and forth at Blockbuster. We went to Blockbuster, Philip's house, and back four times trying to get a movie with no card, Phil's dad's name, John's mom's name, and then Phil's dad's actual card. We didn't get a movie, so we picked one out of Philip's collection. Bourne Identity (or whichever Bourne comes first). I liked it, but mostly because the woman who played Lola in Lola Rennt was in it.
Yup.
Oh, I'm not drawing anything right now. Help me out.
Also, NEIL, NEIL, NEIL, NEIL, NEIL. That's five times, NEIL.
And..if you read it, Antsy Pants is amazing kids doing amazing shit.
Last bit. I have been considering myspace for quite some time now. I even made a few, but I always freak out and delete it. That handing out 100 copies of an EP + minicomic package thing isn't being realized either. If anyone wants to hear some shoot, just comment or e-mail me or whatever and I'll let you in. I finally got some solid vocals done on this particular song and..yeah. GRR, ARMY MAN.
American Idol: Queen. Hmm..

cooking_ironman @ 2006-04-05T00:52:00

2006-04-05T04:49:27Z

A bird decided to have kids in our backyard. I nearly ran it over with the lawn mower. It was weird seeing a nest in the ground. There aren't any trees around, so it didn't fall. I tried taking pictures, but I couldn't get any good shots without the mother puffing up and trying to eat me. They're all gone now. I tried to find the spot, but they left no trace. That all sounded really melancholy or something.

I'm basing the majority of this post on something I wrote a few days ago..back then I was all excited about the future of Mad Muffin and my music and all. Not so much now. Still a little, but not much. My parents being out of the house for a couple of hours is not enough to get stuff done. I want to go outside, but the neighbors with all their business and fences and yardwork.. I don't feel comfortable. I need a space and one other person who, I dunno, whatever. I get bored with my vocals sometimes. I want the excitement of the Mates of State. Grr.. better microphone, pressure sensitive keyboard, (to be continued..)

cooking_ironman @ 2006-03-16T16:23:00

2006-03-16T21:53:04Z

Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah! (did I spell that right? Merrie? Merrey?)

I think that is funny.

No socks until October. You may have noticed the sandals. My feet stink so sweet.

New album in a week. Recording should conclude this weekend.

Comics, comics, comics. Spring break I'mo try some 24 hour mess.

cooking_ironman @ 2006-03-06T23:05:00

2006-03-07T05:02:30Z

Today was a good day.

The sun is a tricky fellow. By the looks this morning, I could have sworn the day would be cloudy, so I went into the restroom all down and poopy. When I emerged, to my surprise, out of the blue, the sky was all cheery. I would say just for me, but I must look out for all the other good natured folks around the eastern time zone (am I correct? I should know this..) who's combined bountious will power assisted the encouragement of the sun.

My mother yelled at me in the car about the same old same. You would think this would bum me out, but she does it so often that I have figured up a way to transfer my pissy mood into positive energy. It works often enough, as long as I'm not at home.

General, general, general..ate an apple, excellent day in German class, ran around, sat-up and pushed-up, felt the burn, World History, drank this month's soda, Art.

Then came the end of the school day. ~~Cuckoo's Nest rehearsal.~~ Honestly, I wish it could have happened tomorrow so I could intrigue my virgin mind and enjoy the untold splendors of Philosophy Club or the Club as some have put it. Now I bet I'll never get to go..hmph. Oh, but forget that, man. My afternoon turned out great without all that mess. First, it was footbag like nobody's business. 'Twas with Naomi, that one guy that played Lil' Abner, KC, Jonathan, and Charlie. KC left, some other kid joined in. Then, Abner broke out a football and we all migrated over to the tennis court to run a few plays. My team won by default because we politely surrendered the courts to actual tennis players. Mike showed up. Everyone slouched around for fifteen minutes or so. The ball got tossed around some. Then, it just hit. As I threw the ball to Jonathan, I sarcastically yelled "Jackpot!" Before I knew it, we were all up playing Jackpot. It was pretty righteous. I always saw footballs as the anti-pick-up-and-play, but after today, my whole perspective has changed. That's one small step.

After the jackpot died down, we progrssively filed into the chorus room. Jonathan and I spoke to some girl's mom about Metallica and my hair as a bunch of chorus people sang along to Mr. White's piano whateverz. We then rolled into what I thought was a sound proof room which contained a piano and an amazing. I can not even describe it. It was pimp, like, man..some crazy keyboard organ sampler thing. It sounded so pure.

I can't believe I called something "pimp" either.

Naomi thought I was a sophmore. Why? Get this: because I'm always hanging around Jon and Karac and such. Man. I gotta dump them for some cool friends now. (Oh, come on..I kid)

Jonathan got bored and smelly, so we went outside. We basically pelted each other with those squishy red berries until our rides showed up.

Got to Tapp (the school my mum works at) and played hacky-sack while blaring Shout Out Louds/WRAS regular rotation from her car.

cooking_ironman @ 2006-03-01T14:14:00

2006-03-01T19:15:36Z

Said of me today: "Yo, dude, you mad cool like ketchup. I like it."

Zombie Nation

2006-02-28T00:51:13Z

So..today was a good day. The lack of sleep didn't effect me, I remembered how much I dig the White Stripes, people kept complimenting me about the Dead Sexy production (ask if you would like to know), and the sun was out the whole way through. You've no idea how much the sun drives me.

I am back in a music mood. I'm off the techno and electronic hype. I figure everybody's got that kind of music that just drops them down in the dumps, and for me it is techno. More specifically: happy hardcore. Lousy weather and happy hardcore. So far this year, everything good has ended with techno and grey skies.

And the demise of electronica inevitably gives way to something new. The Shout Out Louds, Death From Above 1979, the Like Young, and the Thermals are it right now.

Babies are always staring at me. They seem to have, like, an Ed sense or something. As soon as I walk in the room, some kid is staring at me. It's funny.

There's some weird dark spot on my tonsils. I ate a Warhead the other day and it started acting up. It never hurt or anything other than right then. Never since, either. I'mo go get it checked out, though.

I must play minesweeper, but I've no computer. I wish there was a little hand held version. It probably wouldn't be too quick without a mouse.

I really felt like recording some stuff today, but I've got no tapes. Stuff has been developing. Sonically, I'm back to sophmore year and the 4-track is my best friend.

On the art side, I'm starting to enjoy larger spaces. Big paper is it.

Everybody Hates Chris is actually a really great show. It reminds me of Spaced in quite a few instances. The Bernie Mac Show has grown on me as well.

I was watching Attack of the Show the other day..DVDuesday. That one movie guy was talking about how he didn't like that bounty hunter-chick movie at first, but the commentary on the DVD allowed him to appreciate it. That is how I am feeling about quite a bit. If the intentions are right on, I'm down. Magazine reviews are really starting to bug me. I read a review of Howl Howl Gaff Gaff (Shout Out Louds) and they were all, "This band rocks, but they absolutely suck compared to the greatest band on the planet who this band was obviously influenced by so you should forget this band and pick up the greatest band on earth's CD." Reviews don't do anything justice. I gots to hear it for myself, and then, if I don't like it, I gots to hear what the band themselves gots to say about it.

Did you hear about Ladybug Mecca?

I really miss twizzler's twist-n-fills.

cooking_ironman @ 2006-02-14T22:30:00

2006-02-15T03:29:39Z

Once again, didn’t mean to post this on Valentine’s. I’m back in that mood again. How long could this possibly last? This is the weirdest thing I have ever been through. I don’t even know this girl and she doesn’t know me, but she has somehow effected me like I’ve never been before. This all sounds so cheesy, but I don’t mind. What’s worse is I most likely won’t see her again for a whole year. There’s no hanging around her every day in school, shying away and losing interest. She’s this perpetual being that I can not get over. I don’t want to get over her-this whole thing is definitely motivating me-I just want to stop feeling so bad about whatever it is. I think it’s just that I did not try to meet her because every time I think of into her at some obscure party or something I get to feeling a little better. Like I said before, the plan is to take over the world and hope she notices. I go everywhere hoping she’s there and I can be all, “What’s up? I remember you from German convention~” I probably wouldn’t do that if I saw her in Kroger or something. There would be no time to talk. I’d like it to be in a long line waiting for tickets to some concert. Everywhere I go, man. This weekend, this four day weekend, I am going to go, go, and go. It’s my only choice. I’ve got to produce all sorts of art, music, movies, send it off, and get noticed. I went into lurker mode a few times. I found her Livejournal and her Myspace. It’s probably not a good thing to do. As long as lurker mode doesn’t lead to stalker mode it should be fine. Weird isn’t romantic.

So, global conquest involves change. My art, music..art encompasses a whole lot, though. I also need to hang a little different: different people, different places, different food. This has got to happen. Even if I one day get completely over it, I would still like her to know the impact she has had on me.

First order of business is Corey and Aaron's cartoon. A promise is something you keep.

cooking_ironman @ 2006-02-14T16:01:00

2006-02-14T21:02:40Z

Eh..I'm right back down again.

Not feeling so hot..nevermind..

2006-02-14T01:26:27Z

Honestly didn't mean to post this right before Valentine's. I thought about having a girlfriend and stuff. People have been posting all those "this is what love is" lists and, upon checking a few out, I have realized it isn't so hard.

Here's what I've got to say.

First, I would like to say I took a break to write an overdue essay just now and totally got out of the mood I am about to describe. I think I may have for good. That makes me very happy.

So, okay, finally. I have never been genuniely depressed until last week. Since the end of German Convention until now I had been in the worst mood I have ever been in in (I can't help but think there was a better way to say that, but I'm feeling good so it don't matter, punk) my entire life. Infatuation is a weird thing. There was definitely more to write earlier. Dude, seriously, like fifteen minutes ago I was in so much pain. Last weekend I tried anything to get out. I ain't got and don't do drugs, but if I had some I may have done 'em. Chocolate, potato chips, water, skittles, softis, techno, sleeping in different places, walking, running, reading self-help stuff, oma's house.. Geez, man. I feel so good now. Ooh, back to the girl. It was definitely some crazy misconceptions followed by weird intuition and then some heavy infatuation. Really, I couldn't even spell emphatuation until recently. I just remembered the lyrics "I used to think that love was just infatuation followed by attachment to the situation." If infatuation isn't love, then I don't know what is. Geez. I should definitely do this later when I'm a bit less happy. Though I am out of the mood, I am not over the girl. I gotta move. Absolutely. Move and groove. This girl who I don't even know has completely changed me. I look back just five or so entries and I am disgusted by what I thought was tough n stuff. I've stopped doing a lot of (one) thing..if you know you know. I'm digging music I never dug before. That's one thing there. All American Rejects? Yeah, get off me. That's just the start. All sorts of other stuff as well. I'm no longer shifting so rapidly to the electronic stuff. I'm kind of going both ways now. More mainstream too. However, I still got mad love for the underground or whatever you would like to call it. I just don't mind, am okay with, and respect the mainstream (MEENSTREEMEEN, OONDERGROOND! Those words seem so dorky and so does dorky, but I don't know what else to call it and I really don't care right now because I am really happy, man.) now. Oh, man. This girl. No way. So..yeah, no way I could get her to love me or anything like that. My plan right now is to take over the world and hope she notices me. That's all I want.

Oh, I ain't done with this.

That drawing was of her. The one that read "destroy everything you touch" in German. Here's the lyrics. (What?! Lyrics?! Oh, no you did not. I guess I did.)

Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may desert you
So it cannot hurt you

You only have to look behind you
At who's undermined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Wants you out of the sun

What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may delay you
Might just save you

You only have to look behind you
At who's undermined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Wants you out of the sun

What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Wants you out of the sun

What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Wants you out of the sun

What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

I ain't so completely sure by what LadyTron means by all that, but what I dig from it is that you don't realize the impact you have on people.

LadyTron tangent. I think I know where they got their name. Some electronics company. I forget the name, but I was a my grandma's house this weekend and one of her TVs was manufactured by this company.

I plan on popping up on xanga and premiering on myspace soon. Respect.

I almost thought I'd feel bad into cancelling the big production, but I changed my mind. It is ON!

Hey, hey! Let's do something. I really, really wanna hang friday and saturday. Photobooths ahoy!

Before..

2006-02-11T02:38:23Z

Thing is, those restrooms have been "out of order" for two and a half years.

A little Spaced trivia: Tim Sampson, the Native American actor who appeared in the restaurant-based homage to One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (episode "Mettle" in series two) is the son of the actor, Will Sampson, from the film version. Tim was in the area playing in the stage version when Spaced was shot.

cooking_ironman @ 2006-02-09T21:20:00

2006-02-10T02:19:36Z

Spelt a word wrong..will fix.

I use the word "beautiful" too loosely. From now on, a person is beautiful only if they have some crazy profound influence on me.

I am most definitely changing. I'm always saying that, though. This time it is more of an I'm going to shut up and get more done kind of thing. I really disappointed myself last weekend and I do not want that to happen again.

So..I now plan on taking my acting career further than Cuckoo's Nest. I'm not sure exactly what's up, but Buckner has been talking Midsummer Night's Dream with an all black cast. He wants me to be whatever character it is that dresses as a woman and has a line that includes something about having a beard coming. It is pretty awesome working with Buckner. He's really got a knack for harvesting every single talent at his disposal.

Ooh, here's where some of the change comes in. I used to look forward to Cuckoo's Nest as my big break. I'm getting in my acting, drawing, and voice exposed all at once. After last weekend I see it as one of my breaks. Basically, from now on, I will try to live my life as a continuous big break, taking every chance I can get to influence others.

See, I am always wowed by other people. What I want to do now is wow them back. I feel as though I owe all these great people wows and I will try my best to give it to them.

SGC wasn't all anti-whateverivebecome. During the second round of Volltreffer, John and I became revolutionaries. No one seemed to be digging it so John and I stood up and partied ourselves in ya face. It took a minute, but before we knew it, the whole place was getting down. It was glorious.

The Mr. Jomehan pageant is coming up. I gave in to Jeannie's peer pressure and..I'm in. My talent? I am going to stage a production I like to call Disco vs. the Dead. It's gonna be monumental. 50 zombies and 50 ravers all over the theater, professional audio effects from Neil's dad, a whole team of make-up artists, fog, crazy lights, dizzy electronica, fist-pumping action, sparkly leotards, philosophical stuffs, irony, sneaky plot twist. All this in about seven minutes. I really hope it all comes together. I just need people power. I am certain no one has ever done something on such a large scale and with so much effort. They won't let me win this though. There is a two minute limit and I am deliberately going over. All I want is for people to know what I'm all about.

It's not that I am no longer into making music. I'm just no longer into the whole idea of one band up on stage pausing between each song to act cool. I'm honestly not into the idea of the stage at all.

People are always telling me how awesome and cool I am. John especially. He's all, "Ed, you have, like, the most dynamic personality at this school." He says I'm one in a million and he's, like, one in ten thousand. Then there is Amanda. Her and quite a few others are stuck on this "we love Ed because he's..Ed!" thing. Even Greta straight up called me one of the coolest people she knows. All the while I'm not understanding where any of this comes from because I have not done anything I feel is worthy of being called cool or whatever. I have been stupid, I have been weird, I have been unproductive..I have no admirable attributes. So now I am gonna bring it to you guys like it ain't never been brought. I have deseved none of the praise I recieve, but I'mo get up on a higher level and earn it.

the Projector

2006-02-10T02:15:15Z

I love projectors and projecting images and vomiting..

Forget Batgirl, I Drew Some Grapes (and got paid)

2006-01-22T01:56:18Z

So, yeah. Mrs. Beverly is starting a business called the Corporate Vine or something like that. Really, that can't be right because there's no way she is a corporation so early, right? Anyway, she asked me to draw up some grapey logos for her. Anyway, I drew two designs. Anyway, she gave me one hundred dollars for the lot. Anyway, I am rich. Anyway, I am fully aware that the word rich does indeed rhyme with bitch.

Here's the second batch:

I guess they look okay.

I learned the rules to minesweeper today. All my life I have played it all wrong..twas a little misunderstanding from when I was a kid. I won my first game as well. My best beginner time is 16s. I love it.

This is why the internet rocks.

Yesterday, I ate Chinese with Philip, his parents, and Karac. My meal was basically mushrooms, oysters, doughnuts, and tea. Sushi would have been in the mix if I wasn't so full. Those fruit salads were looking nice as well, but I can get fruit anywhere. After the food, we headed over to Philip's monstrous house with the monstrous basement room thing with the monstrous party space and played hacky-sack to monstrous house and drum n bass, fought hoards of zombies, shot each other in the face, and released then subdued a monkey spirit. Hacky-sack indoors. Phenominal. My mom would not let me spend the night. Ridiculous. Whatever.

We were supposed to be movieing and then drawing mall-goers today, but it ain't happened. I probably can't tomorrow..we'll see.

Lady Sovereign looks so awkward holding beer bottles. Kind of dispropotionate.

Pa-Pa-Parents Getting Drood

2006-01-20T00:56:00Z

Woot do something this weekend?

Other than maybe that, I'mo work. I've got an EP in the werkinerks, a Batgirl thing to get in on late, a Swiss guy to e-mail, and, if Matt would hurry up, some Muffin Madness to shoot out.

Lists, cashiers, electro, Big Ed, Graffiti Funk, braille..

2006-01-04T21:49:13Z

Quite often I spew out these lists of whatever. They're just jot lists. Interesting words, nice bands, names of people I would forget otherwise, funny websites, puzzling quotes, the likes. They will pop up in here from time to time just to keep things popping.

It is all cyclical. Usually on a weekly basis. Last week it was latino type stuff and the general punk hubba-whubba. I bought an Aterciopelados disc and I also made the long overdue purchase of Call the Doctor by Sleater-Kinney. Alls I need now is their first one and my S-K collection will be rounded off completely, 45s and all..I think. The inspiration for that phase was the whole atmosphere down in Orlando. There was also a cashier I wanted to impress with my interests. I got to hold the door for her, too. Silly me. So, this week, I am all electro, hip-hop, house, and tea thanks to Shaun of the Dead. I thought my life ended with Spaced, but no. Basically the entire cast was hanging out in Shaun as well. I was all, dare I say, giddy when Daisy (Jessica Stevenson) and Twist (Katy Carmichael) showed up, but I was moping around the special features and caught Tyres and I had a fit. A fit. I went disco right then and there; couldn't help myself. Bet you didn't expect a .+, now did ya. Back to the music then.

Actually, it is the music as well as my hair. My hair has become so much more than a gimmick. My Oma and mom are always saying I look like my dad and ever since I got it cut everybody's decided to open up just a bit about him. All my life the only things I heard about him were, "Don't trust him," whenever he called and promised a present or the occasional, "Yeah, Edward was a stupid bum and you don't want to be like him," or something when my mom decided to get pissed about my grades. Recently though, I have learned he used to love dancing. He loved dancing to house music. Apparently, back in Clarksville, the house moves weren't so popular and, you know in the movies when the main character goes out for a night on the dance floor and he's really good just because he is the main character and everybody surrounds him and is like, "Shit, man, that dude's amazing. Let's chant his name to the beat preceeded by the word 'go'!" ? Well, that used to be my dad in the middle there twisting his body like a worm on speed with a fancy for hot but not so hot that they would look homosexual pants and a high top fade that was somehow better than the fifty others in the room because he knew how to work it. That is how I imagine it and I wouldn't have it any other way. I kind of don't want to meet him anymore because there is the chance he could ruin it.

I dug up one of his tapes. It is weird listening to it and reading his handwriting on the sleeve (sleeve?). Looks kind of like mine. I dunno. All't I knows is a stupid bum don't listen to Graffitti Funk.

Whoo..um. Been working on a few hip-hip bent songs of my own. I'm doing it with a guy calls himself Electronick. He is a lot like Tracey, if you know what I mean. They should hook up. In fact, that is what the song is about. Half of it. The chorus is about me. We need a good harmonica player quick.

This is cool:

I would like to learn sign language.

Epistemology,plasticity,sometimes,sometimes,she's going to tear those black bastards limb from limb.

2006-01-03T18:50:00Z

Ugh..

I have quite a bit to say, but most of it I am ashamed of. With this new "code of living" thing I've got going on, the simplest mess makes me..confused, aggrivated, disgruntled, uneasy, whoa, deep thoughts, morals, tea, woman..elongated. It isn't even a real code or anything. To have a code would be to go against my code. Ha, ha. See there, friend. Note: That was not what I am ashamed of. That was to try justifying what I am ashamed of which, I may as well go on and spit it out, is owning an iPod. Ridiculous, eh? You have no idea. More later, but for now, let's keep my owning an iPod on the down low.

I would like to propose a shout-out to Philip. He sometimes speaks of how I inspire him sometimes. I think, perhaps, he has begun to inspire me. First time ever. Just keep off the drugs, man. I remember a while back you totally put the lid on that shit and it broke my second spleen when you sat on it again plus a little extra (teh poozle boozle).

Remember the simplest mess? Maybe not so simple, but drugs. Yes, yes, an iPod is on the same level as drugs. That's..go not od? I ..almost went all caps, but caught myself. I--don't know. Know. Know. What do I know? Ecstasy, tyres, bicycles, I wish my parents would stop buying me clothes, sweatshops, Greta, Turin, salads, lesbians, Lesbians on Ecstasy, Chicks on Speed, Le Tigre, Sleater-Kinney, Bikini Kill, vegetables, health, green, Morgan, man I love electro, Jack the Ripper, candycanes, rock and droll ladies and gentlemen. I will stop. That may be for another time...................eeeeeeeeeeeeerg. Sie sind langhaarig.

I apologize.

Simon Pegg is a genious and Jessica Stevenson is super hot. So is Katy Carmichael.

See how my posts manage to degenerate? I even missplelled "degenerate" with a G instead of a D and almost went on about it, but opted not to. Like the caps. Zapped.

I apologize again.

There was a beautiful woman drawing charicatures at Universal Studios. She drew my mum. I got a few pictures of her doing it. There's some more of the simplest mess. Theme parks. Disney, Universal, the likes. Drugs, iPod, and theme parks. You see, it is all about epistemology why I can't figure things out. If someone were to ask me what two things have influenced my life the most they would be Kill Rock Stars and Sonic the Hedgehog comics. Maybe not..god, this is awful and I keep on saying so and it keeps on coming.

Which is why I do not post so often, which is why the internet is losing interest, which is why I did mean that the way it came out, which is why I do not know.

Cell phones.

I remember saying earlier that I had a lot to say. This mess is not even it. I still have a lot to say.

I originally went into this to tell about the "application process" I am going through. They call it that, but I call hit hool. It is the statement of purpose. I'm not sure whether they want some bull shit essay or if they, being an art college, wouldn't mind a little trip. There is no choice (NO SLEEP TILL..that man is found..NO SLEEP TILL..that man is out of town..NO SLEEP TILL..I can hear the sound of your voice, your voice, telling me there is a choice. Your voice, your voice, telling me there is a choice.) because my mother would not approve of such trips. So I'm writing this bull shit essay about commitment to further study, goals, experience. Yada, yada. I can't do it. I can, but I don't wanna. Essays like this, about goals, make me sound like..I sound like an idiot either way. Have you been reading this? I am just going to stop, go to my room, and think about what I've done. But first..here's the essay thus far. The first bit is mum's. I hate it, yes, but I got nothin' better. There are individual paragraphs, but I won't mess around with figuring the format in here.

I have drawn incessantly from the time I was four years old ond won a pumpkin painting contest which had no age categories. I was astounded by the power of art from that moment on. I drew on everything and with anything I could find. In elementary school I began reading comics. My motive then was to find an alternative to the lengthy Accelerated Reader books we were encouraged to read, but they became so much more. My relationship with comics quickly transitioned from reader to creator. Middle school was, perhaps, the "golden age" of my enthusiasm for drawing comics. Through the internet I discovered a world of independant artists and learned there was more to comic books than DC and Marvel. Various webcomics fueled the "anybody can do it" attitude I held. It was during these years that I first considered drawing comics professionally.

The rest will be here as soon as I can think it out.

I bought Bartleby. Thirty bucks. A rip off? No way. Crispin Glover has a dashing smile.

Not in my room yet. I was thinking about female characters and I really like the Nurse Ratched type. The White Witch type. Just characters, not in real life. Unless they were on my side.

Tea time. Time for tea. Tea time.