| Dec 17 ,1997 | |||||||||||||||
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| Put that nailbomb in the box | |
4:06 am
One thing about using MIDI files as a creative outlet; it's sort of like being a painter who
uses white-out as his primary medium. (Ed used to do that before he got good computer art tools.)
No matter what idea you have in your head, it's going to sound like farting aliens to everyone who bothers
to listen. (I realize that white-out art is not supposed to sound like anything and is not listened to, in general.
To make the analogy, substitute "sound" with "look", s/farting aliens/dried used kleenex/, and s/listen/look/)
My horoscope is pretty weird this month. It mentions journal entries and stuff. It also mentions my traditional "punch in the stomach" style relationship. Now, going out with loonies is very interesting. Exciting, you have lots of stories to tell, and you can never tell when you're going to wake up at knife point. Still, it wears on one. Am I gonna make any adjustments in my romantic attitude? I didn't even know I HAD a romantic attitude. (what the hell is "boost-your-IQ love?") | |
| The Edge | |
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I went to Pizza Hut to meet Brian so's we could go to the Wizards Of The Coast building and play total annihilation against each other.
I've never played against a human before, but I can kill a computer opponent on hard in about 20 minutes. (6 with commander-death-ends-game)
He had an extra "The Edge" pizza, so I got that, but I didn't eat any of it because my stomach was doing all sorts of weird flips.
Note to self: Self, if you stop eating meat for a week, don't use whoppers to reintroduce the idea to your stomach.
I'd like to eat The Edge pizza while watching The Edge movie with The Edge from U2, maybe listen to The Edge radio station (in Hawaii) and browse through The Edge catalog while playing a post movie game of that vampire card game Brian's spent a lot of money on, in which the you can get "The Edge". No wait, I wouldn't. Right now I'm eating the cookies that Nancy sent me. I'm thinking "I love cookies". I should send a thank you note and a present back, but I don't think I should send cookies. Uh, what can I send? Emm...a disk of bad MIDI files? A bottle of Seattle air? Some authentic U-district gutter punks? I'll think of something. Headache! I lost my advil! I'm cleaning up my room to prepare for departure on THURSDAY, waugh! |
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