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Thursday, December 31st, 2037
12:59 pm - Visitor Information: Please Read
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Sunday, June 21st, 2037
1:27 pm - ganked from dances_withcats via cat_macros

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Tuesday, October 4th, 2011
10:57 am - Writer's Block: Just stop, already!
What’s your biggest pet peeve?

Having to look at Writer's Block questions on LJ portal page when I log in. MAKE IT STOP!!!

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Saturday, September 24th, 2011
7:54 pm - Writer's Block: Riddle me this
What is something that just doesn't make sense to you?

the fact that I cannot get "Writer's Block" to stop appearing on the page I see when I visit LJ, no matter how much I hate the "Writer's Block" feature and wish it would go away.

if I wanted to be asked questions, I'd go on a quiz show.

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Friday, September 16th, 2011
11:08 am - Vacancies.
It's pretty funny that my pals derekfz and waxpumpkin each posted almost simultaneously bemoaning what LJ/ social media have become. Then again maybe not so odd as they are palz. As for me, LJ is fast becoming a place where I (a) talk to about 3-4 people occasionally and (b) aggregate blog feeds from other sites and (c) occasionally write a post myself, more or less for my own pleasure or ventaciousness, as I realize almost no one is around here to read it, which is fine by me.

Since this permanent account still seems to aggregate feeds OK and it would be a big hassle to start all over again in a new place, I am probably going to be deleting even more people's blogs off my LJ so it will mostly be a site for reading feeds and keeping up with the 3-4 people who do read, comment and/or respond to comments I make. This is not a matter of dislike, just a matter of pruning and making some room for new feeds.

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Monday, July 25th, 2011
10:05 pm - Writer's Block: I am not a crook!
What was the last political scandal that got you all riled up?

Clintoon, not because he had sex with some intern, but because he, an attorney, would actually commit perjury over something that stupid.

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Tuesday, July 19th, 2011
11:03 am - Proud Brothers, Do Not Fret. The Bus Will Get You There Yet. (It does every year!)
I am Extremely proud and happy to know and be friends with every single person who contributed to, appeared in, or otherwise had anything to do with this Dayton City Paper article by my Deathfest mate Mr. Gary Spencer. Rock on brothers and sisters, you have done more to improve my life and world view than you can ever imagine, and the best part is you would all say "right back atcha." \m/ \m/

"Heedfest: A Love Story" by Gary Spencer in the Dayton City Paper

current mood: proud

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Sunday, July 17th, 2011
1:50 am - Forever Begins When You Say Yes.

For so long
I was out in the cold
And I taught myself to believe every story I told
It was fun hanging onto the moon heading into the sun
But it's been too long
Now I want to come home

Came so close
To the edge of defeat
But I made my way in the shade keeping out of the heat
It was fun shooting out of the stars looking into the sun
But it's been too long
Now I want to come home

Home, where there's nothing but sweet surrender
To the memories from afar
Home, to the place where the truth lies waiting
We remember who we are

For too long
I was out on my own
Every day I spent trying to prove I could make it alone
It was fun hanging onto the moon heading into the sun
But it's been too long
Now I want to come home

For so long
I was out in the cold
But I taught myself to believe every story I told
It was fun hanging onto the moon heading into the sun
But it's been too long
Now I want to come home
Yeah it's been too long
Now I want to come home
Been too long
Now I want to come home.

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Thursday, June 23rd, 2011
10:11 pm - This Is Rock Now.
One of the cool things about being a Robert Pollard fan is that the guy has written so, so many songs that you can't possibly love them all equally at the same time or even keep track of them, so you're constantly re-discovering songs that maybe you heard a few times before, that drifted past your consciousness like the guy at the next desk in school who for a year looked pleasant but not such a much, and then all of a sudden you Noticed him and "Good heavens, Ms. Yamamoto, you're beautiful" sort of moment, et cetera. What I mean is, all of a sudden I will get attached to a particular Bobsong for days, weeks, months, because it suits me and my current mood so wonderfully well. I remember a holiday weekend 11 years ago where I did nothing for three days but sit in a chair playing "Game of Pricks" over and over and over, like having a craving for chocolate chip cookie dough where that's all you eat for three days and then go back to just wanting it once in a while. And of course, "I'm Cold," the one I posted last winter, is now indelibly etched on my soul as belonging to a time when it was dark and snowy and cold and I missed Ohio and felt trapped by a hateful job.

anyway, this one is my latest flame...it suits who I am and how I feel right now, very very well, whether you understand "heavy metal" as the musical genre or as the video interprets it, as planes, weaponry, armor.

Come with high regard from heavy metal country
They write you super-love and seal it with a kick

And now, the creator's skull is cracked,
Out come the underground with artificial lungs
They're singing loud, so very proud
To show the mess they made
At Zoo Arcade
When something central took away their guns.

current mood: thinking

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Monday, May 23rd, 2011
8:25 am - Writer's Block: Mother Monster returns
In three words, how would you describe Lady Gaga?


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Monday, March 21st, 2011
10:12 am - Writer's Block: Friends of old
Do you have a childhood friend that you still think about and miss? What happened to him or her?


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Saturday, January 15th, 2011
6:45 pm - In which I thank Todd that he never succumbed to the 1980's compulsion to get a stupid haircut.

Oh, and the song has a lot of truth to it too.

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Tuesday, January 11th, 2011
9:32 pm - With appyologies to Sir Paul...
But hey, "home" and "Jones" don't rhyme in the original either.

Desmond helps sell weapons in the market place,
Molly is of record on the briefs.
Desmond says to Molly, "Girl, I like your face,"
And Molly says, "At least you're not like other creeps."
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah,
La-la, how the life goes on.
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah,
La-la, how the life goes on.

Desmond SUV's to the convenience store,
Pays too much for hot dogs, pop and chips.
Takes them back to Molly at the office door,
So she can eat and stay up all night briefing shit.
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, Brah,
La-la, how the life goes on.
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, Bra,
La-la, how the life goes on.

In a couple of years, they might clean up home sweet home,
With a couple of cats shedding on the bed
Of Desmond and Molly Jones,

Happy ever after in the market place,
Desmond fills the kitty box with sand.
Kitty stays at home to wash her kitty face,
And in the evenings she's a singer with the band. (Meow!)
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, Brah,
La-la, how the life goes on.
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, Brahs,
La-la, how the life goes on.

current mood: wuh-oh

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Saturday, January 1st, 2011
9:58 am - in which I make a New Year's Resolution (really!!)
This year I resolve to finally watch all the episodes of "The Sopranos." This resolution is brought to you by my bizarre visceral love for the sight of New Jersey coated in dingy frozen snow. (And perhaps for Italians, though I've tried my whole life to get over that.)

Aw, throw in all the episodes of "Dark Shadows" while we're at it. Has nothing to do with New Jersey but someone on Hellride brung it up, and after 40 years I'd like to know exactly what was so wack about it that my mom wouldn't let me watch it and it gave Tommy across the street nightmares. I swear that kid could have gotten nightmares over an old tennis shoe.

current mood: yay

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3:03 am - I am a journalist - I write to you to show you.
Despite some blips affecting my "wealth and hell-being" over the last few days (most of which I've either blogged about recently or blogged about extensively in the past),
and continuing on into Today (the day of the GBV Classic Lineup NYC NYE show),
I remain convinced that New Year's Eve 2010 is more than colorably different from New Year's Eves 2000 and 1990. In a good way.

Thanks and powerblessings to all of the many good people who've made things better.

Everything works out right
Everything fades from sight
And that's all right with me.

current mood: chillin'

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Thursday, December 30th, 2010
11:39 am - And no one with that feeling could exist/ In the race to stay alive...
I loved this song so much in the 80s but I don't think I ever saw this video then...now I want one of those checked suits.

current mood: quixotic

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Saturday, December 25th, 2010
6:30 pm - A little off the back and sides...
While I happen to be on a working computer for a change, I just performed some minor surgery on the ol' LJ F-list, in addition to a few cuts I made last time I was thinking about it.

The vast majority of the journals I deleted hadn't been updated in months or even years, or there was some other reason to believe the person isn't going to be using LJ any more (like they told me they were moving to Spacebook or somewhere else). There were also a very few people who had just gone in some different life direction than me and it felt like a good time to say so long, it's been good to know you and I wish you the best.

If I made any mistakes and deleted someone who shouldn't be, then please feel free to send me a text message using the box on my profile page, or you can try e-mailing me at roses_rejoiceATlivejournal.com (or you can use another e-mail of mine if you have it) or look me up on Spacebook or Myspace...really the possibilties are endless <3

current mood: busy

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Thursday, December 23rd, 2010
12:34 pm - Hold onto me, I'll hold onto you/ I will be the one who will always see you through...
I wasn't at this show but it sounds much like the one I was at.

The video is not very good (jumps around a lot) but the music sounds great on this.

Merry Christmas

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Saturday, December 18th, 2010
11:33 pm - Childhood.

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Monday, December 13th, 2010
1:07 am - Land O' Little Rage.
O-L-D is when you want new socks and a nap for Christmas, every year.
O-L-D is when you detest 99% of all Christmas carols that aren't sung by Bing Crosby, Tony Bennett or somebody else who sounds like a refugee from "Holiday Inn." (The movie, not the hotel chain.)
O-L-D is whut I am.

But after you watch Don Depew in a full rock squat rip it up on a flying V that he happens to have shoved in the face of his equally O-L-D buddy stagefront next to you while the two of you are holding Don up one per bent knee, O-L-D seems pretty not bad, alright. I had Don and Mark sign the copy of the first Breaker single from 1983 that I rescued from the vintage store in the Bitchland basement (Mark intimated that I got ripped off because I paid 15 bucks but it was missing the picture sleeve) and Don wrote "Yep I'm 51!" which made me smile.

God must have smiled on Bill Peters' big Auburn indoor air festival for the benefit of the Cleveland Food Bank last night, because the weather and the streets were clear and only started switching to crummy rain about the time the show was letting out (and today everything turned back to snowy and icy and generally poopy, I got gone just in time). I am in the middle of a big fat hairy work deal right now and time is tight, but hey, it's Bill, it's charity, it's a whole bunch of bands I love and haven't had a chance to see all f00king year, so off I went, and after nearly 24 hours of mondo hassles beginning when I had to leave work at 6 pm Friday and spend three (3) hours getting home at rush hour, I arrived just in time to snag the LAST parking spot in the B-land lot and say hi to the guest of honor, Iron Ingo, before he introduced the first band. I had to be there promptly at 4 pm because the lineup this year had a bunch of my Auburn favorites playing early in the afternoon, so I did not want to miss any of them, especially Venomin James who are probably my number one CLE band these days. 'Twas good to see them n' Bill n' Chris E n' Mark n' Don n' Adam n' Sandy n' "Rockin' Angel" n' Dave P n' all the other bands who I don't see enough of. I think there were a few less people in attendance than last year's Xmas Auburn fest, but it was still a good crowd and a ship ton of food was donated so yeah, it ruled :-)

Initially I was thinking of bailing out after Breaker played at like 8 o'clock, but I decided I wanted to see the "reformed" Black Death (which is now only 1/4 black and is fronted by Sandy who is a short little white lady with a powerful voice, but "White Death" would totally ruin the concept, LOL). I daresay the dude on second guitar who I think is also the dude from Mandrake has some darn amazing loooong hair that gives Ross Dolan from Immolation a run for his money. Siki Spacek from the original Black Death showed up as a very special guest, dressed like a metal Hendrix complete with leather coat, hat, guitar, scarf and rose. He didn't sing anything with the band but danced a lot in the audience waving his guitar about dangerously and looked to be having a real good time.

Then Chris K from Exploding Lies had said the band who was closing, Maiden Voyage (an Iron Maiden tribute act, duh) were really good, so I ended up sticking around till the very very end. Unfortunately 8-9 hours of metal with no breaks on little sleep wore me clean out and by the time the second last band came on, I was pretty much reduced to sitting in a chair on the sidelines going wuhhhhhhh. But after Maiden Voyage finished, Ingo came out dressed as Eddie Maiden in a Santa suit and stumbled around onstage for a while and then threw presents from his sack into the audience, which was funny and cool, so I was glad I didn't leave early and miss it, even though I didn't manage to snag any of the free gifts and was in fact almost physically maimed by the elbows of large tall drunk dudes who jumped for the wrapped CDs and t-shirts like a gang of uncoordinated Lebrons at the net.

The only bummer was that I had to miss the aforementioned 'Sploding Lies who were playing at Now That's Crass on the other side of town about the same time as Black Death was going on. It would have been great to see those guys again too, but I guess I'll have to catch their January show instead. Oh, and that I spent all my money at the vintage store in the basement of the club buying the aforementioned Breaker 45 and a Sohio emblem and a "St. Vitus Ladies Auxiliary" embroidered patch (which likely came from some local church but doom heads will get the joke) and a black T-shirt that said BEER on the front in big white letters, that's all, just BEER, which is obviously perfect attire for so many festive occasions in my life these days, but after paying for all that I was too bahroke to buy any more beer for the rest of the night, but that was probably a good thing as I'd already had two and got sleepy enough by the end of the night sober and drinking is bad for my stomach and my anxiety and my potassium levels and anyway my fatty liver levels are up.

Postscript: Driving back gingerly over the ice to the airport, I got to hear on the radio "Winter Wonderland" in Hungarian and a Giant Eagle commercial touting some brand of sausage as "The Mother of All Meats." Saddam should have been an ad man, he'd have lived longer.

current mood: okay

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