The Shadows Of Power

This blog title is a book I am reading. I am reading it to help my decision in the upcoming election. (I am voting third party, by the way) I'll also look at the music that my candidates enjoy, or better, have sponsor their attempt for Presidency. Check out this Obama site. OK... Arcade Fire back him up. Neato, I guess. Now McCain went a different route. Laugh at the video; it is from a funny man.

Well, I did it. I played in front of a crowd. I spun three records and I got many congratulations and more heads bopped during my set. I got a bar crowd to move. I was DJ Terrence Lee. The bar is a dive. People did smoke in there. But... so what? I didn't care, it didn't bother me. I'm going to do it again: Nov. 1st.

And here is a comic I found on the web. I loved this comic growing up and rejoiced when I found something new. Thanks to Bill Watterson for ten years of smiles. (Click on it to see where I got it.)

Finally

About frippin' time, huh? I am employed and placing my life on a path forward, not lateral. I'm seeing someone, too! Yeah, me. I'm not just having care/responsible free sex with random women, no. I'm putting in the effort and time to understand this women's thoughts and ideas.

So with all this good ying,

I gotta take and get the yang

with my insulin pump breaking. I get a replacement in about five hours from UPS, but it was a strange night and afternoon without that tiny machine feeding me the juice I so need. I don't miss the hourly injections, no. I don't miss them, Mr. Lee I am.

Okay

I have this much money:

But, so what. I quit my job and have been feeling quite well about doing so. I have the same amount of kids as I do money, so it doesn't worry me too, too much. I'll be alright and I will bounce back for certain, but in the meantime, if you want to drive by and throw pennies directly at my face, I'll be smiling and accepting of what strikes my face.

If you want to cry, then hear this Verve song: Bitter Sweet Symphony or maybe this band that was Warsaw, that became Joy Division and now calls themselves New Order with their song Love Will Tear Us Apart.

Or just click your favorites button and go somewhere else.

T

April Fools

I finagled not being fired with dumb luck today. My trainer gave her two week notice, once again saving my hide from unemployment. What a doll she is. I feel guilty for littering her cubicle with 120 balloons, now. Classic on both ends: I luck out and I feel guilty for wrongdoing the being which provided the luck. A conundrum that is hording my sleep tonight.

I also made a complete and total ass of myself at the Rapids game on Saturday. Absolute, unbiased, without a doubt, ass! Gander at these photos.

Before

After

Now... Take and enjoy the finite expressions I display. In the former photo, I am cool-as-a- cucumber. My trophy of a just shotgunned Miller Lite held with assured and resounding confidence in my hand. The casual and slight lean suggest a demeanor that resonates a suave attitude accompanied with my dashing looks and perfect wind blown epidermis demand and gather respect. The latter photo burns all of that right to the ground, ablaze with no shortage of loser qualities. I love the crooked hand. Weak amd wimpy enough to bend with a serious attempt to ward off any masculinity. "That twelve ouncer' is going to kill me", my gimp wrist whimpers. I wish my pinkie would jut out. That would sanctify a self ass-whooping righteously deserved. The smile suggests no less than complete drool on any ones shoulder, car seat, bedspread, futon. I feel like Zelda from Pet Sematary (Below). She and I have pretty, pretty hair.

It's a Rainy Day, Sunshine Girl

My mind is wasted, wasted on a dream.

-Urge Overkill


It has come to my attention (my attention that is slow and quite shallow, correct) that I am the weird friend. I am unreliable and stupid, yes; alas, I yearn to create things of beauty and stories overwhelmed in rich lexicon and dynamic nuances that readers and critics strive. Truth told, I will luck out with a “nice try” and “do you have any stories that contain superheroes?” Ha.

I love it when things happen.

Thirty-Three

I'm thirty-three today, yippee. That's all I got to say. Happy Birthday to me. Bring the Gold by Brad Neely.

Cinematic Mediocrity

It Takes Two. No, not the wonderful song (Right-click, open with, save as, copy, paste, steal, rip)by Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock, I'm speaking of the 1988 classic movie, It Takes Two. It has wonderful hints of The Wizard of Oz underlying the plot, and some great one-liners "You can't really destroy anything; just rearrange it". Classic. It also had a pre GTA game in it, where the main character just drives in a car and runs over people.

Well, now I gotta, gotta get some of that sleep. I'll just lie here and pretend to. Then the sun'll come up. Oh yeah, today is an extra day. If it was my birthday, I could get free pizza at Chuck E. Cheese, yes?

Later.

Best

I don't hear too, too much much about this band in everyday conversation. I always, always liked this song and I love the album it came from- George Best. This is one of those albums that I wish I had awaited purchase of, because now it is released with additional songs that I don't know if I must have. Anyway, this song (R-click) "Don't Laugh" is a gem and deserves the name of this football legend.


My soccer season starts March 3rd. I have players from Kazakhstan, Korea, England, Illinois, Ghana, Colorado and all of the Benetton colors available. It will be perfection. Like Mouse on Mars- Saturday Night (Crack Mix) Click it right and save it left.

You're Gonna Lose

Now, I'm not talking bad about you, no. I'm just begging you to give me a subscription to The Journal of Popular Noise. I'll go meek and say, "Lord, I'm talking to you." Hint, hint... I'm waiting... waiting... well... nothing. I tried in the super/un/psudonatural anyway and came up a tad short! Well, I shall punish my ears with the Kings of Convience and their eerie sounding song, Failure (R-click, save as, open with, blah-bliddy-blah). They look like nerds, but they don't sound like them. And they are coming. Well not to Colorado, but the PRB on the 14th of March. And speaking of coming...

DeVotchKa are coming, DeVotchKa are coming! And for free. Appearing for nothing at Twist and Shout on March 18th. I'll be thirty-three and one day as old, as well. Yippee for me who made too much to claim Earned Income Credits, but not enough to warrant a refund. Har, har.


The Soft Boys being bit and nibbled on by N.E.R.D, "no way" I thought. But this video makes me scritchy-scratch my head.


And I hate Jason Lee, but I love his girl. Jerk.

Yawn....

I always liked this song (Right-click and "save as"). It rocks with just enough force to reckon that of... say... this song (Right-click again), just not as scary. I mean ghosts are a scary subject, but getting killed always out frightens imaginary things, for me anyway.

What really keeps me up late in the night are statements from Karl Sabbagh. He said, "Our brains may never be well enough equipped to understand the universe, and we are fooling ourselves if we think they will.

Now, this man wrote about the Riemann Hypothesis, and I cannot begin to scratch the surface of its intent, nor dumb it down enough to satisfy my weak realm of knowledge. But my futile mind can accept and respect the idea that humans may not understand the universe. I understand that the more I learn, the less I know, but that is a cliché phrase and just cements Mr. Sabbagh's suggestion of how (in)capable our minds are. It's like Franz Ferdinand covering (you know the drill, right-click...) LCD Soundsystem, it should not be, but it does sound nice.

I guess I'm just suffering from the Lewis Thomas Syndrome, which I read about in an Outland cartoon. Sad, huh?

Grievance

I'm filing a grievance on this fucking insomnia. I can't keep checking out sites like this all night, no. I need some sleep. I need to search for sleep techniques, or to cut back my caffeine intake. There must be a way to induce disambiguation with no effort or serious thought, right? I mean, I can't fall asleep to Guy Chadwick's (What a terrible and minuscule description)You've Really Got A Hold On Me or Screaming Trees Grey Diamond Desert, nope. Maybe it was my dinner of a salad with Greek dressing, that contained a copious amount of pepper that sucked the moisture out from the pepperchinis I had to accent my somewhat healthy meal, sure. I mean, what is life with not but a cool, cool image as this? Alas, thank jeebus for this.... "Suck, suck, suck" Yay!

This what I look like currently

Random

Been a long time, just thought this was funny.

And since my life is dull, I'll post random things from here on out. Like this cool/rare comic from Bill Watterson:

Or this comic too:

My Review of Shure N70EJ Replacement Phono Cartridge Stylus

Originally submitted at Radio Shack

This Shure N70EJ replacement stylus will restore your phono cartridge to its originally specified performance levels.

Shure N70EJ Replacement Phono Cartridge Stylus

I will buy this product again

By Terrence from Denver, CO on 1/3/2008

 

4out of 5

Pros: Great Sound

Best Uses: Basic Systems

Describe Yourself: Musically Inclined, Practical

This is a replacement stylus for the M72EJ cartridge, or has it says, the M70EJ cartridge. Heavy bass, all-right sound.

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