The top three winners were: 1. Hannible Lecter 2. Darth Vader 3. Norman Bates I was wondering what it would be like if the three were locked in a room together? Lecter: I can smell your dead mother, Norman. Norman: Mother does not like black clothes, Vader. Vader: Norman, I am your mother!!!! Lecter: Damn, I forgot my can opener. Norman: Lecter, I hear my dead mother. She tells me things. Lecter: I ate her liver with Favre's beans and a nice Ciante. Vader: Damn, and I thought I was on the dark side! |
Copycat from DV8 and Gen13... She was a hot fuckign readhead, and a nympho to boot. |
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They were cool too. That or the Knights from Lain. |
jareth in labyrinth. mmmmmmmmmm. |
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However, Bella Lagosi's Dracula was hard to beat. He had class and style and was still evil to the core. |
a complete prick.... know what i mean, sem? |
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say hello, please. |
I don't know exactly what you mean mavis because you haven't told what's going on in months. Get the hint? For crying out loud, A house??? |
I thought you were like Santa! My fav villian is Drusilla from BTVS. Gee will know why. |
i want to eat them. |
IS that really you? |
huh? can we? *sob* (is it spawning season on the Sorabji river, and all the trout are swimming back? the return rate is at 1 every 3 weeks or so) (and the question remains, what of the Swine?) |
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And speculation into the location of Swine; Swine has regressed to a place none of us may follow, a place long forgotten since the days of our childhood, and a place where none of us dare go. "Sanity." |
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i got electro-chuckleheads barking up my god damn tree all night long. that shit ain't sane. not even close. i haven't been sane since 1985. trust me. speaking of chuckleheads-- check out my flawed mixdown. i got your funky cheez-whiz right here, jungle monkey. pass the crackas. |
you drippy ass zoner, come to NOLA. |
mark was telling me about this sorabjifest thing you folks have planned for october. i'm gonna have to pass. but post pictures. i wanna point and laugh. |
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"All Tomorrows Parties" UCLA FRI. Steve Malkmus & the Jicks Unwound Neil Michael Hagerty Derek Baily Fred Anderson Trio Television Cat Power Eddie Vedder Quixotic White Out inlcuding spokem word by Lydia Lunch, Gerard Melanga and more SAT. Jon Spencer Blues Expl. Boredoms Melvins Tony Conrad Dead C Bardo Pond Bride of No No Cecil Taylor Luc Ferrari w/DJ Olive Kim/Ikue/DJ Olive/Jim O Rourke Smog US Maple Merzbow Destroy All Monsters Film and spoke word by Nels Cline, Thurston Moore and many others SUN. Sonic Youth Stereolab La Tigre Peaches Cannibal Ox BS2000 hmmmmmmmmmmm nothing has been confirmed for NOLA....so I may go ahead and buy tickets for the Sunday Show |
goddamnit swine. you rise from the dead to inform that you won't indulge us with your presence? why have you foresooook us? |
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i still got yo momma under contract on the block, son. but you can have her back when willie bobo runs outta peanut butter and pepper spray. $50 for an hour/$250 for the night. don't get it twisted. as far as new orleans, i have problems following up on plans made two weeks ahead. forget about two months. it's all i can do to get this 6 month anniversary thing straight for november. besides, you'll probably rue the day you ever asked for drunken swine. frau pooblitz: what are you doing with all that recording equipment? here's another flawed mix- blindswine's lament |
you're just worried i'll drink you under the table and take pictures of you leaving your last six meals for the alley rats. i'm recording shit. my roommate is a drummer. i'm playing a lot of bass. i'll send you a cd when we've polished up a few. |
we just got the catalogs in today. damn im impressed with myself. i know many of you have sent me your mailing addresses before....and some i still have (nate, cyst, sem) but if you would like to recieve a hunky dory mille nico catalog send me your address, an outline of your house key and your mother's pasta sauce preference. I won't be able to send them right away...the mass mailing starts when i get back from Vegas, but you will be added to the mille nico "friends" list....so eventually we can direct mail your ass to death and we'll take over your checking accounts. |
you really start to realize who is your friend and who isnt when you do something like this. |
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the six month situtation is a woman-thang. so it's completely contingent on us actually being together to celebrate an anniversary. anyway. i'm not worried about that either. what i'm worried about is you running amuck with that diseased and discolored dick of yours. yeah, i saw the picture. for the love of god, man-- go see a fucking doctor and get that shit fixed. |
and if he does, i want the same cut i get with your mom. |
you two should come up for air every now and then. |
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swine has a steady. god must be smoking crack. she an aries? she seen your past drool here? odd, november could arguably be six months for my situation too. |
CANT WE KEEP A FUCKING THREAD HERE, PEOPLE?! hiya swine. We all missed your poignant prose. |
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she's a scorpio. astrological headcheese. interstellar haggis. cosmic bootyschwagg. whassup wisper? speaking of past drool-- i remember when you asked me if i wanted to take a ride in your meatmobile. my johnson has always been my favorite villain. |
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nico doesnt know any of you from adam. and im the one doing the mailings. the brunette is 6'3" shes appropriate for her height. the other girl is indeed though |
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trust me....when she flashed the freeway walking across the footbridge they looked normal. |
at some point a small spider scuttles by and i kill with some kind of spray bottle - not an aerosol but a pump spray of something. i chase the spider with it, spraying it till finally dies. when it's over, i look up and see rhiannon sitting on one of the seats (it's just her, ya know?). she hadn't been in the dream previously. she looks stricken and says, "i didn't know you could be so cruel." so i was a villain. |
or all the sorabji people, she and nate have been in my dreams the most. for no apparent reason. its kinda of disturbing |
So did you wake up right after that or did something else happen? You know, I like villains. |
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I've had strange dreams recently. Nobody from these parts appeared in them. |
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How do you propose I give it back to you? |
Sing with me! Strangers in the night... |
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a side effect of being catholic, methinks. they take your virtue and put it in a little hollow stone and imbed it in the altar of st. whomever's church. each sunday you go to church and watch the priest kiss your ass goodbye. metaphysically speaking, of course. |
some of them are very tricky of course stealing virtues is pretty tricky in itself- the stealing aspect kind of causes problems if you're lucky i'll let you see them one day |
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Did Ryan-the-roof-boy get anything? |
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what like, take a dump in advance of receiving this vital information? and just how great will this preshit be? |
. I'd also like to register my wholehearted approval of Hydrocodone. |
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note to self. post back to this thread later tonight, maybe in the wee hours. whenever i get home from happy hour. |
oooooh i got drunk and we had too much fun. back to the subject of weening out friends. when it occurred to me that, family-wise, we have gotten to a place where going out for drinks on a friday night is actually a logistical possibility, i considered very carefully with whom i wanted to go out drinking. i wasn't going to waste this opportunity going out with just anyone. so i called up my girl claudia. i usually only see claudia during nfl season because technically she's senor's friend. they watch the steelers together with other steelers fans. claudia is fucking awesome. she's a food critic, wine and liquor rep, and writer from mexico city. she's hilarious, smart, interesting, well-traveled and worldly, easy going, fun loving, sassy, and very loving. she and i have a lot in common though it wouldn't seem obvious to the casual observer. one is that we are both love and are happily married to solid, good, responsible, likeable, simple men who mostly ignore day in and day out. i'm not sure we deserve to complain, but we do anyway. as it turns out we also both enjoy ogling good looking men at happy hour who don't always ignore us. just looking. no touching. we also both love cooking and gardening. she took me to uchiko where half our bill was comped. we drank a lot of unfiltered sake and ate the most creative sushi ever. we were the first ones there, securing our seats at the bar for the next 3 hours, while we talked shit and laughed and all that good stuff. little old nobody me felt like i was out with a food rock star because half the staff approached her with hugs for the duration of our stay. then it was the same at vino vino. truthfully i had very little interest in going there, because it's a wine bar in central austin that everyone goes on and on about, which likely means that i'll hate it. but i was drunk and up for whatever so we went. and i loved it. not the food or wine - we had neither. i loved it because the inside was very dark and sexy and simple and beautiful. we had this crazy yummy tequila cocktail with fresh squeezed red grapefruit. it was a traditional mexican tequila, which i don't usually enjoy because to me they taste like i'm licking an ashtray. but this one was earthy and woody and delicious. i had two. i haven't drank that much outside of my own home in a long, long time. i was really hungover the next day and did not regret it at all, because i had so much fun. some people drink too much and it spirals out of control into an evil messy drama. i see it happen all the time. that never happens to me. i drink too much and i just get either really deep into my thoughts and i want to go on and on and on about KRS1 being a man way ahead of his time (annoying) and/or i just get very giggly and silly. alcohol is also a truth serum. i'm not the person who will call you up the next day and say, "i didn't mean that, i was just drunk." take for example that night 10+ years ago with heather. were we drunk? very. did i mean it? hell yes. (i use that example only because it's relevant to most of the people who may read this.) i may regret saying or doing something while drunk, but i would never try to invalidate it by using alcohol as the scapegoat. for better or for worse, alcohol has the power to make me tell the truth in word or in deed about who i really am, how i really feel, what i really want. that's what's so awesome about the drunken ramblings here. you sober up the next day and whatever it is you were doing or feeling while you were drunk, there it is in black and white. it's not going away. i'm not sure why the CIA bothered doing all those LSD tests. just get their detainees really drunk. they'll likely give up the truth and not even remember the next day. |
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some days i feel like giving up on you people. |
We wandered down the street, glad for the drippy Portland springtime because we'd forgotten it was Last Thursday. The sake bar was open, and the three of us shared a flight with some edamame and rice crackers. They kept going and I went home to eat, having been distracted by my moustache project and not having eaten all day. Tonight was good. Boy was busy so I got my cooking buddy to come over and made pad thai again. While laughing about dating life sillyness. I'm watching my phone like a hawk for texts and he's been on three dates after being on dating website for a week. I like having friends. |
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oh sweet and sour jesus, thank you pez. |
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oh god the sleep deprivation. i feel your pain. do you still have your dog Sarah? how does she like the new family members? |
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mark. please don't leave me. |
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Very. Short. Sentences. With space around them. I was thinking of pasting one for you but it would have a pretty big embarrassment factor. You could just call me. I'll do it though, if you ask. Three months of writing -- one topic. |
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why would i want you to write any thing or any way other than what and how you write? surely i would not ask you to do anything that would make you feel embarrassed. i can call you and text you any time i want, and usually do. but it doesn't taste like the juice squeezed from the white box on the black background and the ridiculous yellow comic sans. it's not what or how. just do the thing. |
We did go out a while back with a couple of friends for dinner, ice cream AND drinks. It felt sort of weird, it's been so long. But I don't really miss it - I'm content to pick up a six-pack of a beer we haven't tried before to consume over a weekend nowadays. |
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that's the juice. |
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nonsense. love love love. |
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i came here to say something totally unimportant. since the whole toshiba buttfuckathon, we have been without television for three full months. i was okay with that, but senor couldn't take it any more and he got our tv situation taken care. i am the master of dvr and immediately started surfing around to record Detroit 1-8-7 or at least find it on demand, and came up empty handed. i was devastated. until i realized that our tv *and* our dvd player both are internet ready, so i can stream that shit whenever. there's also pandora and napster (wtf?) and youtube and netflix and all these alternative ways to access all the media i could ever want, all from the comfort of my italian made sofa. word. only problem is, we don't watch tv. there's no time, with all these figs, and hard boiled eggs, and laundry, and odd-job commitments, and dogs, and kids, and meals, and errands, and birthday parties (cupcakes, balloons, inflatable dual water slide, and a keg). what we do is get the kids in bed and watch 23 minutes of Weeds and crawl into bed and crash out. so i'm filling up the dvr with all kindsa stuff that'll end up getting auto deleted after a certain while. in some ways all i have is time now, but i fill it up too quickly. i need to discipline myself to leave one day a week for nothing. not in july though. july i'm pulling TD1 out of school. she needs a mental health break from the grueling work of being sensory over responsive. so we're just gonna chill in july. chill being relative. i mean, she is 3 and a half years old. what else. oh yeah, unemployment has freed up a lot of time to reconnect with old friends. i've been communicating a lot, via phone, text, email, facebook. getting caught up. formerly a sporadic luxury, now an almost daily enjoyment. this really should have been posted under valium. |
