irony of the day? i've been regrettably single for a while now, yet i constantly get junk email trying to sell me viagra. it's like life's little tongue-in-cheek way of saying "hey buddy, you're a real fucking failure in this relationship thing…"

i've got a little 2 song sampler of the new elliott album due out in under a month…it sounds like it was recorded in a bucket. not in a good way. the songs are good, but they really shouldn't have gone with whoever this guy is that produced this shit. and how viable is elliott now that jay has left?

the clerks animated series premieres tonight at 9:30 on abc. i know i'll be parked in front of the tv for at least a half-hour tonight.

pillowfight is the shit. i remember over a year ago when i'd just sit there and read review after review…

i've gotta go work on some websites…

no, i didn't update yesterday. it's mainly because of the cookout mentioned over there in matt's log. i was in attendance. i ate sour cream and onion chips, and then i took in some ice cream. have my whereabouts been sufficiently explained?

i'm poor. i've come to this realization sometime after realizing that in able to park for the rest of the week at work, i don't really get to eat. eating is a very important part of survival, so i hope i find a way around this l'il problem.

western homes is a good site. i really like it. even if he repeatedly ignored my emails letting him know that transmission3000 exists. i mean…he even has an objective yet favorable review of the new pearl jam record. now if i could only get him to link to either this site or t3k…

speaking of transmission3000, the re-design over there is puttering along nicely. i actually got the slint show re-posted, and the whole thing should be ready for your eyes by the end of the week.

i'm tired and hungry, and stuck at work…i'll check back in later tonight…

just got back from bowling and i kicked ass, to put it bluntly. if you're ever in louisville, look me up. i'd be glad to mop the lanes with your sorry ass.

steal this blog linked to us. i can't tell if he likes us or not, but whatever. we're returning the favor, regardless. well…i am. matt is out of town visiting the parentals. and preparing for a little something special we're gonna wedge in here sometime next week…

i'm going up to bloomington to see the casket lottery next saturday (June 3rd). i'm glad that i'll be meeting up with those guys again. small brown bike, as well. the rest of the dates for the tour can be found here.

i'm going to bed. i'm tired, and the rolling stones have softened my skull enough to penetrate the sleep barrier…

in the spirit of hate, read this puzzling website: i hate music.

i am really growing to hate working in the service industry (as if i liked it that much to begin with…). i could do without all the random worthless fucks whose sole purpose is to shit on my day. i would like to take them all, line them up in the street and run over them with a steamroller. i really don't think they make a steamroller that big, but a guy can dream, can't he?

i really don't have anything intelligent to say anymore. since last night (see below post) my brain and heart have crawled into a little black hole that i'd rather not talk about.

maybe later something will happen to make my day infinitely better.

then again…maybe not.

i've lost all will to communicate like a rational person.

kill me and stick me in a fucking box.

i'm sitting at work, winding my lunch down to a close, and i thought i'd drop in here and post a bit.

i plan on getting the slint show posted on transmission3000 by the end of the weekend (i just learned that i have monday off for the holiday due to my double-time making me too much money…who cares? i get paid anyway…). i really do plan on it. the reason it didn't get posted last weekend was the creation of bipolar. aren't you glad you decided to wait?

thanks adam for linking. kempa.com is still one of my favorite places to stop into…

more tonight as the need strikes…

this is quite possibly the funniest thing ever. who here really needs proof that the onion rocks ass? well if you do, here it is.

another day winds to a close, and i'm still trying to figure out what to do with myself. i guess i can talk about shit until i'm blue in the face, but it'll never do me any good.

i'm just happy that i'll be going to bloomington to see the casket lottery again next weekend. i really miss those guys.

have a good night, little ones…

nice to see that matt finally updated a little bit over there. he's slow, but he'll warm up to this gig sooner or later.

on matt: we only push him and goad him because we know he will refuse. it's fun to watch matt completely ignore our efforts. at least he knows we genuinely care.

i hadn't visited kempa.com in a while, so it's nice to know adam is still plugging away over there. despite his purchase of a portable mp3 player…now he probably spends 16 hours out of the day on napster. oh well.

if you like live indie-rock, and you've exhausted the transmission3000 archives, check out indie-pop live. he's got some awesome shows, and he's a damn cool kid in general.

i have to go pretend like i'm working…

a certain kerroo likes to talk smack. she obviously isn't up on her fincher. cut the speculation.

this hurts. sebastian and i are close to tears. if anyone wants to buy those for us and split them down the middle…we'll be your friends. really. forever.

and my fucking name is not slim.

the most beautiful thing… enjoy it. transmission3000 is linked, so they can't be half bad…

on the subject of the kerroo spat: she emailed me back and she is now and forevermore in my good graces. otherwise she'd beat me up. let's all say it together…"we love kerry."

they're re-releasing wonder boys this october. it's a great movie and everyone should go see michael douglass in his best movie since the game.

what part of "if it ain't laser paper, we won't do it" don't some people understand?

as always, check out signal drench. if you ever wanted to know how to do an indie webzine right, there's your answer.

the reverend suitably rocked my world last night. jess will probably yell at me and say "you don't even like rockabilly." but i'd have to say it…i thoroughly enjoyed the show.

matt is a chicken shit. why. we theorized that she might be a "dancer."

more later.