well…where to start? i sent out a ton of emails last night notifying the bands about the redesign over at transmission3000 and then the email server decides to fuck up, so anyone who tried to email me back about it got bounced. just lovely.

and don't get me started on the grossly obese. you know what i'm talking about. those fat fucking people that act like it is my fault they weight 600 pounds. i'm a skinny guy, so maybe i'm making too much of this, but c'mon! it's not my fault your second cousin to the wooly mammoth. so don't be so fucking shitty to me. maybe it's just my job. it makes me angry…

the guys at us against them apparently aren't keen on the transmission3000 redesign. i guess i failed to mention to them that the redesign wasn't about a bunch of new shows. it was about being back at transmission3000.com. it was about getting rid of the 2 year old eyesore that was the old design. oh well. i don't really care what the fuck they said. they put a link to the page, so whatever. not that i don't like their site, which i do, i just think that their criticism was a little harsh.

sebastian finally updated signal drench. same with adam at kempa.

this could quite possibly be the strangest, yet funniest thing i've ever read.

not much else. that happens when your head is empty…

sometimes i really hate my job…

well…it almost killed me in the process, but it's finally done. the transmission3000 grand metamorphosis is complete. commence world domination.

i really find it impossible to get sick of the fight club dvd. matt's review of it is on the nose. hell, if he and i sat around and got to talking about it, that review would be three times as long. to say the least…

kerroo is the only page that actually got updated over the weekend.

not much else. have a good night.

just got back from a matinee screening of the filth and the fury. it's a documentary about the sex pistols, shot back in their heyday. it's interesting, to say the least.

went bowling last night. matt and i traded wins. my game's a little rusty. maybe i shouldn't talk so much shit.

adam at kempa.com has updated. it appears that, like matt, he got to catch the cure on this most current tour. i'd have to say once and for all…i've never really been a fan. crucify me or whatever, but i've never really been into them.

more later if i think of something.

well i spent most of last night (and i do mean most) with matt and paul watching the fight club dvd i bought yesterday. that thing is so stocked full of extras. you should buy it now.

i'm still plugging away at the transmission3000 redesign. i'm slower than snail shit, but it'll see the light of day someday soon…

not much else to ramble about. nobody gives a fuck about what i have to say anyway…

Five rules for eternal misery:
(1) Always try to exhort others to look upon you favorably.
(2) Make lots of assumptions about situations and be sure to
treat these assumptions as though they are reality.
(3) Then treat each new situation as though it's a crisis.
(4) Live in the past and future only (become obsessed with
how much better things might have been or how much worse
things might become).
(5) Occasionally stomp on yourself for being so stupid as to
follow the first four rules.

a morning of coffee and miles davis… what more can you ask for?

adam added transmission3000 to the mp3 links over at kempa.com.

the father of scully's baby is… not sebastian.

hopefully i'll have someting about music later…

okay…i'm going to try not to be "mr. life is dogshit" tonight. after the day i had, it can only get better…hopefully i get this new job. then at least i won't be bitching about money. i'll just find new shit to bitch about.

like: why the fuck can't i write comic books? that's a damn fine job if i've ever heard of one. if azzarello and bendis can do it, count me in.

it's official…at the drive-in is now on grand royal. i know you've probably already heard this, but i find it very interesting. i'm eager to see how this pans out.

ray park is sad that he won't be darth maul again. aren't we all?

see? apply myself a little bit, and i don't seem like such a negative bastard. i wish everything were this easy…

sebastian keeps name-dropping us over there at signal drench. you'd think we were friends or some shit. go read his rambling review of the new bluetip ep.

i hardly ever win a free coke. i think this game is rigged.

i sometimes think of this site being proportional to me being a monkey in a cage. i find it increasingly hard to not sit here in safety, throwing my own shit at you all. isn't that what anyone with a public forum does? they may go about it in newer, more interesting ways, but in the end, fecal matter is still flying. reality is governed, in the end, by opinion. i'm up against a wall. realizing that every move we make, every word we say (or type, as the case may be), is inevitably second-guessed and compared against others possible perception of us. this, i've unfortunately realized, holds true for myself as well as most everyone else. there is no such thing as "truth in media." everything that meets our eyes and ears has passed through someone else's opinion gland (read: asshole), ultimately removing all hopes of pure fact.

this rant was brought to you in part by my own bitter self-loathing. it's easy to dislike yourself. the hardest part is making a change…

yes, i've deliberately stolen matt's bolding of the intro line…he's out of town, so he can't do squat about it.

if you're a mac fan, you chould check out as the apple turns. it's a consistently fun read, and news to boot…

i'm happy now that i've set up inbox filters to get rid of all that viagra crap…i'm only 24, and in my opinion, still quite the virile dude.

kempa.com has been updated more recently. as has signal drench. go check 'em out.

more later.