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:: 5.23.2003 ::

Man, what a lame blog.

So just as I tell everyone that this blog is a funny, good thing that is worth taking a few minutes to check on periodically, I promptly stop writing and make it a very big waste of cyber-space. But at least I have good links.

To keep you up-to-date on the most important current events:

1) The Royals blow. Yeah, I watched them try to hang with the big boys in Seattle Tuesday, that's right Section 334, Row 4, Seat 13. Bam. Right there I saw what I could only describe as a fluke. Where's your messiah now, you bandwagon hoppers? "Go M's!" I say in my best Seattle-voice.

2) There are no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. The man who keeps claiming he is the president is acting like another man who once claimed a presidency. Thank goodness we have Indiana Jones and the boys from the Flying Circus to preserve those priceless historic artifacts, because those state of the art tanks and jets aren't doing it.

3) And I just got the official word from Kuwait: it's fucking hot and they have no air conditioners. Mild-impact nuclear weapons, star wars programs, and big business tax cuts but they still can't provide cold water to desert warfare.

4) Soon the real test will begin.

"Why have you forsaken me? In your eyes forsaken me? In your arms forsaken, the self-rightous suicide..."

:: Freddy F. at 12:04 AM [+] ::
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Someone who has seen the Matrix: Reloaded - do I need to see those nine intermediary cartoons before I see the full-length film?

And speaking of film: I am very sorry that I did not have this information sooner, but starting next week is the 25-day Seattle International Film Festival. So if you are considering visiting in the next 25 days, that might be something you want to look into.

What? The Jessica Lynch rescue was exaggerated and exploited to suit the United States war cause? The government lied about their enemies? Why do I feel like I'm constantly watching Wag the Dog?

"I never wanna walk alone, I never wanna see the sun come up, and it's all because of you..."
:: Freddy F. at 3:10 PM [+] ::
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Current goal in life: Make my Europe trip exactly like the trip in Rules of Attraction. Maybe less 'cid.

A line I never get to use as often as I ought:

"I only fucked her because I'm in love with you..."
:: Freddy F. at 2:44 AM [+] ::
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Quick post:

I am considering a trip to Europe May/June of 2004.

All interested parties: the line begins here...
:: Freddy F. at 12:57 AM [+] ::
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No matter what the last week has brought, on this fine Friday night, here is the number one thought in my head: Congratulations to everyone who will be graduating from college this weekend. You all make me so very proud. As for the rest of you who will not be graduating sometime this month, well, four years is for pussies. Am I right?

For the last month, working my job has been a little like being the smallest, most-effeminant criminal on cell block two. But now, I'm feeling a little better about the whole thing, more like the guard of cell block two - not the top of the food chain by any means, but not quite taking my meals standing up anymore, either. Here's the gist of the situation: my company needed to hire two people, a senior project manager and an office assistant / intern-type person. I applied for the intern position, I got the intern position, and since they hired no one else, I also got the senior project manager position. Alright, swell, but I think I should get a raise.

And what better way to end a week? By eating cheap sweet&sour chicken and watching Americas Funniest Home Videos and laughing until I wretch.

By the way - if anyone needs a place to live this summer, there is still just one room left up for grabs.

Have a happy Mother's Day Weekend. Tell your Mum you love her dear...
:: Freddy F. at 12:01 AM [+] ::
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I feel like I am on the brink. Will I fall or will I fly?

Success or failure, a hair's-breadth apart.

Why am I not paniking? Oh wait, I am...
:: Freddy F. at 12:26 AM [+] ::
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Well, I wasn't going to write tonight, but I was moved by the music. M2 was showing the most "controversial" videos, as hosted by Mr. Andrew WK. And I was flipping between that and some other stuff, you know, they show Robbie Williams pulling off his skin - whatever, Michael Jackson smashing windows - whatever, Sir Mixalot talking about posteriors - whatever. Then they got to the meat and fucking potatos of the show. First they play the (video) unedited Jeremy - kid sticks a gun in his mouth, I did not realize that part occured. So, yeah, cool, blasts himself, unedited. Then, the completely unedited version of Eminem's Stan - with "fuck"s and "shit"s and locking the pregnant Dido in the truck and all. Makes me remember why four years ago I knew Eminem was on to something. Damn, it was the best thing I've seen on the boob tube in quite some time. In my mind, there is very little controversial than that - everything else is just guys saying "bitches" for the sake of saying "bitches."

Also - 1 1/2 hour bike ride = taint pain. Gotta condition.

"Clearly I remember, pickin on the boy, seemed a harmless little fuck..."
:: Freddy F. at 2:50 AM [+] ::
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I have to stop going to book stores. They are killing me. It's like visiting a past lover whom you never really got over, and seeing them happy and alive and full of peace, while you are twisted and crumbled inside, choking on your own stink. There are so many books that I need to read, everytime I go in to a bookstore, the number just grows and grows. Classics, recommended books, authors that I have read and enjoyed once and now need to wee what else they have written, books whose covers strike my fancy, everything. I once had the brilliant idea of keeping all the media I needed to indulge in, in a single list. Now that list is almost killing itself in sheer magnitude of albums, movies, and books I will never get around to listening, watching, or reading.

Case-in-point: today I discovered Edward Gorey. I don't even know where to begin, but I feel like I want to read every single thing he's written. And every time I go to a bookstore, it's like that with a different author or genre. Still, I suppose it's better to be hopelessly curious than endlessly jaded.

"Heroes die - off everyday, like fathers that would never stay..."
:: Freddy F. at 1:13 AM [+] ::
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