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2002.02.07 are you taking over or are you taking orders?:

i hate it when you reach one of those inescapable points in life where you're forced to eat crow. i'm now in a position where i will probably have to go back to kinko's to work until i find a better job (or until i get back from tour, whichever ends up happening). this is really "burning my butt," as they say. i'm trying to avoid having to work at the same store, just as a pride thing. but from what i hear…that store has had almost a complete turnover in personnel. who knows…maybe i'll go down there tomorrow.

tactic: act like i'm the one doing them a favor. that should be good for some shits and giggles.

still not sure about this haircut. i miss the hesher shag.

"remember when i had cool hair?"
"yeah, man…it was totally cool."

i was at the store earlier and apparently guitar world has an interview with ian macaye. i read the entire thing in the store, just too stunned to comprehend what this could mean for the world. it was a pretty good interview, though. it gives some nice insight to the fugazi recording process. as a matter of fact…

did you know…fugazi actually recorded all of in on the kill taker with albini in chicago, but they scrapped the whole thing, deciding it was just not "on"? yeah…they went back to dc and recorded the whole thing again after working the songs out more.

i also bought some girl scout cookies thin mint ice cream. it rocks. get some.

kai: you're welcome for the pedal, champ. when the fuck are you gonna fly me out to hawaii, jackass? what's your email address, anyway? i lost it.

"nothin' man. just fuckin' forget it."

- 04:28 am - PL ::
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2002.02.06 if you're into evil, then you're a friend of mine:

the hair is now cut. the back is now shorter. gone is the beginning of "euro-mullet." to tell the truth…i don't know how i feel about this here haircut. i guess i'll have to wait and see how it looks tomorrow.

other than that? chris is here. he must be really bored. he ended up going with me to get my hair cut.

hopefully my new haircut doesn't look retarded. oh well…i always look retarded.

- 05:00 pm - PL ::
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2002.02.05 do you think that's gonna make him change?:

now, post-gnarly beard shaving, i'm left with the age old dilemma…do i get a haircut?

photo reference here and here.

i wish i could make up my own mind, sometimes…

- 07:46 pm - PL :: 5 Comments
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2002.02.05 100,000 fireflies:

my plan to grow a badass beard derailed itself earlier today when i looked into the mirror and saw what that hideous thing actually looked like.

after some deliberation, i decided to shave it all off. but not after i left myself with a honkin' magnum p.i. moustache for about 20 minutes. the world is not prepared for it, my friends…someday it will rise again.

- 05:50 am - PL :: 2 Comments
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2002.02.05 seven questions with greg bennett:

how many times have you bitched out on seven questions, greg? why?
17.4
that only answers the first part, champ…
because i'm not witty enough, my banter can't compare with the others of the 7 question legacy. i had to hit the books for a while, study up like a professional.

since you've been studying seven questions for a while, what's your favorite question from the past? answer it.
the dinosaur jr. question was quality, only because so few recognize the greatness of that album. barlow was long gone by then, yet mascis still turned it the fuck on for that entire record.
he rocks like a motherfucker on that piece.
yes, i concur my brother. mr. j. mascis truly turned the rock levels up to a higher power on that particular disc of the most compact size.

have you been punched more than you've punched? tell me about the last time either happened…
i've definitely punched more, only because i'm quick like the french guy from mike tyson's punchout. i forget what his name was.
i think he was spanish. don flamenco.
the last time i threw down was actually a mistake. i was going to portray a fake punch on a cable access tv channel, but ended up punching a friend of mine in the dome.
you're an asshole, greg.
he just turned around and said "i think you just punched me in the face."

do you think you could be best friends with a monkey? what would you and your monkey friend do for fun?
yeah, i think i could definitely be friends with someone of the ape variety. any fun would definitely involve some sort of thievery. car chases, brief cases of diamonds and/or emeralds, identity theft, and explosives would probably be in there somewhere.
best friends, though?
it would be more of a working relationship. kind of a batman and robin thing.
dig.
but they weren't best friends tho…so there could be some issues.

if you could have one job in the world, what would it be? why?
definitely not being an accountant, which is unfortunately my present line of work. i think i'd have to go with an "office space"-ish answer and say i'd do nothing. for a while at least…then i'd fight godzilla and mothra in my spare time.
i'd take "benevolent world dictator for life."
"gentle world leader of love" would be popular with the ladies i'd bet.
totally.
you'd definitely have to be of "arch duke" status tho. that's the best title around.

if someone changed your name to funk-o-tron and you were cursed with an unremovable 70s cop show moustache, how do you think that would affect your daily life?
i'd definitely end up on the game show circuit eventually. but that would only follow a trip on the porn circuit (if there's such a thing). massive popularity would be looming around one of those corners, but i'd probably only be laughed at by kids with apple computers who'd put my moustache'd face on their $23 thrift store tee-shirts. i, sadly, probably wouldn't ever receive any royalties then die in a gutter in lansing, michigan.
it'd make a good made-for-tv movie that would probably be on at 4:30pm mountain-time on a saturday.
true.
would i have any musical talent? a name like "funk-o-tron" would easily guarantee me "supa emcee" status. my debut album would be in the bargain bin by 2pm the same day that it was released.

ask yourself a question and don't bitch out on the answer. topics: dead hookers and massive drug habits.
q: would i rather enter a room chock full of dead hookers or my grandparents fueled by speed?
a: i'd go with the "grandparents hyped up on goofballs room." it'd be a good laugh.
very true. my grandmother is awesome when she's drunk.
as long as she's not handing out hugs and kisses, drunk grandparents are alright in my book.
they're more prone to handing out money when they're wasted.
and by the way, my book is 29483.43 pages.

[greg posts fairly often to his weblog, you look good in black. he seems to post more pictures than words, these days. he also made the top 3 list of "bloggers most likely to spend time in jail."]

- 12:32 am - PL ::
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2002.02.04 without you close to me:

scott and i missed a lot of the super bowl commercials due to use losing interest in the game very rapidly. there was a lot of guitar playing and flipping of channels, mostly back to the "playmate edition" of fear factor). they showed a fear factor "best of" episode, but that was pretty weak. scott admitted to watching quite a few episodes over the summer.

what we really crave is the chamber. so far we've only seen one guy survive the chamber, on the cold setting, but no one has beaten it. when will someone satisy our craving for insane television?

today i have decided it would be neat to legally change my name to "funk-o-tron." how awesome would that be? although…now that i think of it…how many ladies would want to date a guy named "funk-o-tron?" damn it.

j. funk-o-tron hall had such a nice ring to it, too.

today i have to mail out my phase pedal (bought by a fellow blogger, no less…hello, kai). and get some lunch, i also need to redo my damn resum? that i keep putting off, which is no good. maybe if it's stop procrastinating by writing in this blog, some shit would get done…

now i just have to create and alternate resum? with the name "j. funk-o-tron hall" at the top…priceless.

- 03:13 pm - PL :: 4 Comments
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2002.02.03 save me your head:

super bowl sunday is always one of those days where i try to figure out something to do besides sitting around the house doing jack shit. of course…all i've been doing lately is sitting around the house, so i probably need a change, anyway.

last night i laid on the couch watching from russia with love. sometimes all it takes is a bond movie and your evening is made. i thought about staying home and watching snl, but chris called and demanded that i meet him up at cahoots. beers were consumed, big buck hunter (also known as "shoot shit") was played. after chris got tired and went home, i hung out with alexis to see if she needed a ride home, which she ended up not. we sat and talked about contrived people and girls with their thongs clearly showing out the top of their pants. as you can tell…it was a delightful evening.

now i'm sitting around, listening to crain and feeling hungry. really hungry. like i need to go out and kill a buck, just to get something to eat.

or not.

- 03:41 pm - PL ::
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2002.02.01 you can't say that's fair:

i was driving down the road earlier — just one of the little back neighborhood streets around here — and it's this dreary, overcast day. so i'm driving down the road and i look ahead of me and there's this patch of light in the street. just this big patch of bright sunlight. i pulled through it, and looked up to see the sun peeking down at me out of this tiny hole in the mass of clouds that covered the entire sky. it seemed like, for that moment, the sun decided to stop, take a look around, and give me a wink.

now that i've written up that little account, i'm wondering what the hell i was supposed to get out of that moment. one slim moment of bright on a gloomy day…

i think i have a good idea, but i think i'll keep that one to myself, for a little while.

i called the unemployment office yesterday. it looks like my former place of employment has completely trumped my claim to collect benefits. crap. now i've ben sitting around for a month without a job and nothing to show for it. crap. i could appeal the decision, but that would waste time and then it would be two months of me without a steady income. not a good plan. looks like my plan of laying around, living like billy madison until tour has just flown out the window.

moral to the story: time to go get a job, slackass.

tonight…bowling. monday…search for gainful employment.

at least i got to see the sun today…

- 05:46 pm - PL ::
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