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Friday, November 14th, 2008
2:23 am	I am moving in two weeks, I will have Lich King in my hands tommorow night, i get health care for the first time in 8 years, and i'm utterly exhausted. In the middle of this, Michelle is trying to deal with a new (hideously unresponsive) doctor, her mother, and her new living situation looming above her. It's a time where both of us need support, and neither of us have time. She, of course, is finding the time much more than I. so blah. also, when did they start putting Kryptonite in Long Island Iced Teas? I was, yea verily, hammered after one. goodnight, and good luck. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 25th, 2008
2:04 pm	Meme fun From Foxxydancr 5 fictional characters that start with...R 1) Robute Guillman: Primarch of the Ultramarines Chapter. In addition to being a supreme whupper-of-ass, he was a statesman, leader, and visionary. Anyone can be a thug, but this guy led an interstellar crusade, governed a multi-system government without resorting to tyrrany, and kept the Imperium of Man together after that whole Horus debacle. 2) Rand Al'Thor: From the Wheel of Time series. I haven't read past the third book, as I loathe Jordans style, but Rand is fun. Plus, he's mad as a hatter! yay! 3) Richard Rahl: Sword of Truth. Mostly for his "You collared me, we are at war" monologue at the Sisters of Light. In a time where most heroes are anti, a straight-up lawful good protagonist makes me smile. 4) Gideon Ravenor: A total physical cripple, confined to a life-support box on anti-grav sleds, and still manages to be a smartass, erudite, and gleefully powerful psycher. 5) Roland of Gilead: The man is the distilled essence of King Arthur, Sergio Leone, and the Duke, boiled and reduced, and put in a broken world with a quest. Plus, he can dance! (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 18th, 2008
1:44 pm	Well, one of my machines broke down last night, broke the end mill right out of the chuck. Dammit. We got it fixed, and now I know how to fix that problem, so the machine won't be down for 5 hours because we're waiting for someone to get in and fix it. But, the broken piece was beautiful. This shiny, almost liquid black triple helix end mill with warped, half-melted aluminum spooling off it, in defiance of gravity, like a pennant frozen in time. Until some jackass broke the aluminum off it because they are children. Seriously, I had it in the break room, set aside, next to my tupperware, and someone just walked by and snapped it off. *sigh* I was going to mount it, put it in a box or something, make a little piece of art with it. Failing that, take a picture and share it. But no, I is denied. Ah well. I learned how to touch off and do offsets, which are both crucial pieces of information. so I'm pleased with that. 11 hour night tonight, then wake up, laundry, pack, 8 hour night, then M meets me at work, we pile into a car, and I go to Jeanette for the weekend for Heather, game, and booze. Playing an NPC, Cruel Brujah Elder. bwahaha. Current Mood: artistic Current Music: Flobots-No Handlebars (Comment on this)
Saturday, September 29th, 2007
10:57 am	I got an offer for a new job, it's 12 hour shifts, rotating schedule, 9 an hour in east butler. It's very very forge world, with much giant machines and pistons and thousands of pounds of pressure being brought to bear and other such neatness. it's a tenp-to hire position, and how it works is thus: After 90 days as a temp, you can apply to any in-house job postings and if you get hired, you are in with the company, with 401K etc etc. plus about a buck and a half raise. so it's looking good for the ben. Steaks ended up fine, stuffed a couple shoulder roasts with feta, onions, apples and basil and braised them in red wine. I then cooked mashed potatoes in the liner of a crock pot. so now heather and I are going to target to buy lynn a new crock pot! yaay! ::sigh:: Farewell, Exalted books, parting is such sweet sorrow! Current Mood: Bemused (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, September 28th, 2007
10:24 am	ack! was not paying attention and got braising cuts of beef instead of grilling cuts! ::throws recipie out window:: lucky for them i know improv-fu. Current Mood: bitchy (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 27th, 2007
2:33 pm	well then. oy. A Hungarian jew i worked with for a few months said I use more Yiddish than he did. We both howled at this. but still, Oy is such a good word that I simply must use it. Had a psych evaluation last month, and the results are pretty heavy. Asperger's Disorder, ADHD, and some other stuff I don't recognize. But, feeling better in the knowing. Things are progressing verrrry slowwwwlllyyy to the point of angst right now, and it's getting rather upsetting. there's piles of stuff out there I can grasp, but I'm a foot away and doing that math thing where you can only cut the distance in half and so never actually get there. So, yeah. bummer. BUT IN OTHER NEWS! I think I'm having a growth spurt. In the vertical axis, no less. my dad had one at 24, and his father had one at about the same time, if family mythology holds true. My legs certainly hurt like they're growing. Trying desperately to find a new job, as my boss is stealing from me in a under the table money game that should see heavy use at shady off-strip Vegas casinos. I've been...who am I kidding, *Michelle* has been tracking my hours and expenses at work and it's looking not good for the boss man. 10 years of white wolf may have not made me a better person, but it's certainly given some good lessons in utterly fucking someone. So phil and christine managed to spawn a baby boy. I have been informed that a copy of A Modest Proposal is not an appropriate gift for new parents. I am seeing pod and pod-bearer tommorow and it should be good. I like babies. especially when they're not mine. "This thing smells funny and is crying. take it." I'm sure that if/when i have a child the whole paternal instinct thing will kick into full gear, but for how i'm happy to pass off dirty diapers to others. I've pretty much quit the Camarilla, as I'm truly tired of the bullshit that surrounds the organization. I understand that most of it is supposed to make the game "fair for everyone" but when you see the sheets I did at the convention, fair seems to be switched out for feudal. Those at the top get everything, and the rest fight for scraps. now, a majority of people involved did earn those sheets, but still i find it a bit disheartening when you are out classed in pools by multiples of 2 or 3 in nearly everything by the characters around you. I will still go to the cons at some point though. The eye candy is totally worth it. Even rather unresponsive Phil A. had some "Isay Goddamn!" to utter. Which is, to say the least, an event. he is, without a doubt, the most ambivalent person I've ever met. I can only imagine him after coitus. "Was it good for you, baby?" "Eh? can I send you an email later this week?" Made good food. I called it "I hate bleu cheese bleu cheese crusted steak" Seared a couple sirloins, put them in oven-safe dish, put Feta, bread crumbs, garlic, teeny bit of grilled onions and peppers, melted butter, and minced garlic on top and finished the whole works in the oven. I liked it. I'm thinking of omitting the breadcrumbs and putting the mix in the middle of a rolled roast. should garner popular acclaim if i do it right. I'm heading down to Jeanette this weekend for some much needed R&R, and as such have been running about getting chores done for the weekend ahead, to ensure that I can fart around with friends guilt-free. Am very glad that i went to laundrymat earlier today, as the air outside has reached a high-velocity liquid state, and is not condusive to long walks in the park, or transporting 2 baskets of clean clothes sherps-style to the abode. I'm in this wierd story writing kick latley. i've got about 5 pages of scattered madness on various topics on the hard drive, and I look them over going "How da hell do i tell them the next part(s)?" but it's fun, and works my creative muscles a bit. I've come to the conclusion that i need a muse. Does one find a muse, or can they be acquired? much like the infamous russian bride theory, is there some thick accented man smelling of borscht from which i may have a muse sent to me? I am unsure. more research is required. Must return to the labors. C'mon Sisyphus, break time's over. Current Mood: listless Current Music: Ali G "I like to move it" (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 22nd, 2006
11:28 am	The crew of the appolo 8 has a message that we would like to send to you. God created Heaven and the Earth. I have seem to be catching myself in angst mode lately. And there's no good Got-Damn reason for such bullshit. I could whinge up the place going on about jobs, and life, and such, but even upon introspection I cannot come up with valid arguments for angst. I have, however, identified a significant number of reasons why rum and hookers should be much more involved in my day-to-day lifestyle. So here i sit, 7:30 in the morning, waiting for the Darvocet to kick in, sipping on Mango Propel (with Calcium!) and sucking down horrible cigarettes, lacking the mental capacity to develop a decent paragraphs worth of reading. BUT! nothing ventured, nothing gained, so here goes. I caught myself singing Type O Negative last week at work. I use the term "caught" as doing dishes at the sink isn't really the place to be crooning about pretty little goth girls and their hair care products. I rather miss random assaults on Laga to mock the ugly goths, and lusting after the hot goths. Overall, my Magnus Lee DeSade count is rather low. It's no fun to sing dirty deep lyrics when there's no-one else about to appreciate it. Seriously, if i'm the only one that knows the band and the lyrics, I just end up looking like a true madman, as I wander about work singing about some girl who apparently prays a great deal with a silly grin on my face. And then I just strike customers as nuts. I was told something highly amusing yesterday: "Ben, I've known for a while that you're touched, but only latley have I come to realise that you're actually closer to smeared." So, a brief poll...Do I look like John Lithgow? I apparently bear a striking resemblance to him, according to a guy I work with. The wife of the owner of the pizza joint I work at likened me to John Tesh, but I waved a knife and gibbered a bit, so the theory was dropped. Did you know that threatening to kill and eat a co-worked actually gets results when you are holding an armfull of cutlery? OK. now it's almost 8. I have to go to sleep. I feed the Steeler Nation tommorow, or at least the part of it that lives in butler. Whatever happened to some kielbasa and nachos? (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 1st, 2006
10:42 pm	Mass-Reactive Catharsis. The Bolt Pistol. A miracle of Pre-Heresy weaponcraft, it is a common sight amongst the better-equiped arms of the Imperium. .75 calibre, jet propelled, mass reactive shells, available in a number of subtypes, including Frangible Fragmentation, armor piercing, Explosive, Incindeary, Blessed, and sometimes even contain Mutagenic Acid designed to thwart the most impressive examples of regeneration and mutation. The end result of being hit with one is for the torso of anything less resilent than Mark II or above Power Armor to be reduced to pieces that can only be defined as "gobbets of flesh" I want one. With two spare clips. and then I want to go to work. On a saturday, when everyone employed by the Texas Roadhouse is there. And systematically purge that building from all influences impure, stupid, gossipy, and stuck up, and unworthy of continued existence. I am a 23 year old Human Male. I work in a bakery for 12+ hours a day on saturday and sunday, no breaks, no meals. There is no way for me to look/smell pleasant at the ending phases of my day. I know this. I do my level best to stay away from everyone due to it. But for the Back of the House manager to visibly sneer and treat me as if I was some sort of peasant approaching the throne is a little much. She if very close to triggering my "fuck with the bitch" mode. which will be very un-good. /rant. Current Mood: predatory Current Music: Metallica-Die, Die my darling (15 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 18th, 2006
11:57 pm	Sister's begged for recipie. This dish is called "monsters" and is remembered fondly by a handful of gaming groups i used to run with. 1.5 pound pork, cut into 1/4 inch cubes I used a cut called Country Ribs, as they are cheap, and easy to cut. purchase as budget allows. 2 cans refried beans cheese, (I used mozarella) shredded Spiced rum, or alcohol of choice Blue Mountain brand Raspberry Jerk sauce. failing that, any sweet jamican jerk sauce will suffice. tortillas, uncooked. pick your favorite methodology. In a pinch, use pre-made pie crust. Cook pork in large pan, until about halfway done. add jerk sauce, simmer on low-med heat until pork is done, remove pork. Deglaze with alcohol, and reduce sauce/juice mix until as thick as humanly possible. use low heat, sugar burns. keep stirring, be paitent. Remove to holding bowl. Add beans to pan, and add juice until the constincency is ever so slightly thinner. not like a soup, but the overall idea is to get as much of the flavorful reduction as possible in the finished product. this may require more simmering and stirring to bring the thickness back up a touch. place layer of beans, cheese and pork on shells, and fold over. Seal the edges with a fork. check for holes. deep frying food with holes in it makes for a greaseball. Deep fry at about 350, depending on size. OR put on baking sheet, in oven, at 350, until done. this takes about 10 minutes. everything else is cooked, so focus mainly on the state of the crust. Feel free to increase batch size, if wrapped well, the finished product keeps impressivley well frozen. just watch for exess moisture while thawing. finished product tastes fine by itself, but maybe a touch of sour cream with cilantro and ginger would make it better. Assorted serving options and mutations. Substitute chicken or cubed beef, depending on your needs/wants Serve pork, cheese and beans atop nachos. party food! Deep fry tortilla shells, and chop up some lettuce, tomatoes, and other assorted veggies. I think they're called tostadas, but mother made them. pretty much any carbohydrate food delivery system can be used. shredded pork, layer of beans, and some cheese on a hoagie bun works pretty good too. wrap in tortillas, serve in a bread bowl, etc. Ok, go crazy nuts! Current Mood: horny Current Music: bloodhound gang-I wish I was queer so i could get chicks (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 17th, 2006
3:37 pm	A recipie Made this at Phil and Christine's to popular acclaim. Hardware: Frier, 2 largish bowls, crushing implement, 1 smallish bowl Software: Chicken Tenderloins, Approx. 3 per wrap. Garlic-herb Ritz crackers Ranch Dressing Worchestershire Sauce Dijon mustard. Not the grey stuff, the american yellow stuff with bits in. Tequila. I used Quervo Gold. Tortilla shells, warmed Fresh spinach Mix ranch, W. Sauce, Dijon, and tequila to taste, coat chicken, marinade as preffered. Cruch crackers to a fine powder, and set frier to 360ish. Dredge chicken in cracker crumbs, and deep fry. Wrap with spinach, serve with little bowls of sauce for drizzlin' Tasty, and overall painless to make. (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 9th, 2006
1:15 am	On a variety of Topics Started Breath of Fire 3 over again last week, and have begun again my personal electronic grail quest. I love this game. With items that improve your stats, and masters that adjust your skills and level up, the variations possible for the growth of your party are, for reasonable purposes, infinite. Which makes it fun. Also, after 50 hours of play, you may very damn well look at your party and go "OH SHIT!!" and cry, and start the game over. I've been doing this since i was 17, and hopefully I have everything under controll. Never beat the godforsaken thing, but still have fun. And, you get to turn into a dragon! With 16 "genes" and 3 slots to fill per transformation, that's 860,160 possible dracoforms. and that's hot. If you like hand-drawn sprites, intricate plots, and laying the almighty smackdown on everything from giant cockroaches to unicorn anthros, to Paranoid insecure goddeses, then pick it up. Playstation 1, runs abour 20 bucks. Plus, you get a mutant onion in your party! Nothing says love like greengrocer ultraviolence. So I did that for a while, played some super metroid on the emulator, and got around to con stuff. Pretty much ready for con, gotta survive a day at work tommorow without any...incident, and I should be good. Smaeurivurr should be at the house by the time I get there, and then it's off to the races. I hope. Gotta get my clothes in order and ready, and get enough mental werewithal stored away that being polite, smart, fast thinking, politically savvy and never confused, upset, or scared for about 60 hours straight don't kill me. Oh yeah, then I have to run a Trinity session sunday night. Yeesh. ok, back to gaming. Current Mood: productive Current Music: Veggietales-Pirates who don't do anything (Comment on this)
Friday, January 13th, 2006
1:47 am	holy crap! OK. first off: I'm not dead. so yes, put down the party hats and invitations, it's rude. I'm back to working in kitchens, and making OK money, and getting hurted in the soul bits by the hours. I have, however, lost 30 pounds. And I do (apparently) look better for it. I have decided to grow my hair long, and if it ends up a horrid abberation, I shall hack it off to my standard porcupine look. So, about 3 months ago, Michelle told me to hop online and talk to one of her friends, she thought we would get along. and we do. spooky like. And so this human is coming from iowa to visit. Honestly, I'm terrified. But, we've agreed that come what may, we'll stay good friends, so it'll end up agreeable either way. dear lord, it's 2 in the morning, and i work at 11. sleep generation process must begin. "I believe that we'll conceive to make in hell for us a heaven. A brave new world, a promised land, a fortitude of hearts and minds. Until I see this kingdom is mine, I'll turn the darkness into light. I'll guide the blind. Our will be done, until the day I see this kingdom has been won!" And throughout it all, VNV continues to soothe me and keep me happy. [angst] DAMMIT! TOUR IN AMERICA!!! [/angst] The pleasurable thing about being hurt, is that when you're whole again, you know it. Goodnight. Current Mood: optimistic Current Music: VNV nation-Assorted Tracks (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 30th, 2005
7:50 am	Vilkacis You scored 60% Esotericism, 54% Power, and 80% Malevolence! Vilkacis (to be translated literally as "wolf's eyes"; 'werewolf') is usually a malicious creature; a scary being people can turn into. There are particular ways how the people with this curse turn into the wolves and then get their human appearance back and places where this is said to have happened. Although mostly malevolent, on occasion it would bring treasures. It belongs to the same lower level of mythological beings as Dievini, Ragana, Pukis and Vadatajs. It is not clear whether with Vilkacis it is the flesh or just the soul that transforms, as there are accounts of moving an apparently sleeping person whose soul is out "running as a werewolf", after which the person turns out to be dead, as the soul couldn't enter the flesh to return. My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 63% on Esotericism You scored higher than 59% on Power You scored higher than 95% on Malevolence Link: The Mythological Profile Test written by LacedWithASmile on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test You are Book, the Shepherd. Your mission is to bring the Good Word out to the heathens and to act as a spiritual guide. Your faith can withstand any logical assault and your hair can scare even the most hardened soldier. Which Firefly character are you? brought to you by Quizilla Current Mood: pensive (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, October 17th, 2005
11:04 am	I will be damned... torn raw and bleeding from wikipedia: Anunnaki The Anunnaki or Anunnaku are a group of Sumerian mythological and Akkadian deities related to, and in some cases overlapping with, the Annuna (the 'Fifty Great Gods') and the Igigi (minor gods). The name is variously written "da-nuna", "da-nuna-ke4-ne", or "da-nun-na", meaning something like 'those of royal blood'1. The head of the Anunnaki council was the Great Anu, the sky god, and the other members were his offspring. His throne was inherited by Enlil, resulting in a dispute between Enlil and his brother Enki regarding who was the rightful leader. Enki was an alchemist and was said to have created mankind. The Anunnaki were the High Council of the Gods, and Anu's companions. They were distributed through the Earth and the Underworld. The best known of them were Asaru, Asarualim, Asarualimnunna, Asaruludu, En-Ki (Ea for the Akkadians), Namru, Namtillaku and Tutu. A conventional analysis of Sumerian religious practice can be found in A. Leo Oppenheim, Ancient Mesopotamia: Portrait of a Dead Civilization; it revised edition was published in 1976. Unlike popular fantasies of pseudoarchaeology, Oppenheim cautions against too confident and sweeping interpretations of the gods of a "lost civilization." answered my question. hah! makes sense. I"m listening to happy music this morning, in an attempt to create a good mood that lasts for a majority of the day. i'm due one, life ain't handing me one, so i'm doing it myself. Does anyone have the equivilant of "archeology 101" in their house anywhere? i've got some brains pieces that need some exercisn' Deus vult, -ben (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, October 14th, 2005
10:04 am	FADING SUNS IS THE WORD OF GOD AAAAARGH!!! I will explain. Promise. but first, a generic life update. I'm working part time at a convience store in butler to ensure that bills get paid. It seems that almost every chronological adult is, at some point, required to work in the service industry to get by. Ah well. My piercings are finally sorting themselves out, with a distinct lack of migration and overall grossness. By evidence and trusted research, they should be offically completley healed in a month or two. ***warning: horrendous anology incoming*** trying to find a date in butler is much like giving yourself papercuts on your genitals. it's painful, takes concentration, is best done drunk, and the next morning, you wake up, it burns when you pee, and you know it's all your fault. ***attention: horrendous anology complete*** but on the upswing...I've still got some damn solid friends, all of my major organs intact, and no new diseases to kick. And...i've got Fading Suns. Fading Suns is, in my opinion, the best thing to hit my gaming shelf since the Red Box. I'm currently holding in my hands a book called Aliens and deviltry, a reprint of a pair of old sourcebooks for the game. In terms of pages, the ratio of rules to "fluff" is about 1 to 50, respectivley, and I loves it. The setting is fantastic, and the rules system is how a rules system should be: a tool for assisting the story, not the other way around. there's a damn rule for bonuses to your rolls depending on how cool you make the action seem! If you enjoy sci-fi, or are looking for something to actually sit down and read, i suggest it. It's written by Bill Bridges, who then went on to do years of work for White wolf, most famously ars magica, and Mage first and second edition. Politics, religion, knightly orders, noble houses, lasers, aliens, psychics, ancient pre-human ruins, and piles of other good stuff. i'm actually interested in what you intellectual types would make of it, as it does provide a (in my essentialy unlearned opinion) plausible story of how it could go. i've heard it described as "Take firefly, get rid of the wild west atmosphere, and put in middle ages europe) Is there an actual definition of the word "Annunaki"? i'm curious to know. i could post a bunch of testy thingies from the internet, but i'm bored. so i'm going to go play some world of warcraft, and hopefully get an actual social life kicking later. To those I see, I shall see soon. To those i do not, take heart, for my wandering soul shall return home soon. And not all who wander are lost. Deus Vult, Ben. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 19th, 2005
2:34 am	stuff. http://secure1.white-wolf.com/catalog/product_info.php?products_id=672 I'ma havin it's bebes. VII is a terryfing thing, and something i'm truly looking forward to using when it comes out. So, is it bad that the only thing i'm looking forward to in the near future is more stuff for me to forget who I am for a few hours a week? probably. won't stop me though. Real life sucks. Current Mood: depressed Current Music: VNV nation-Fearless (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 21st, 2005
9:52 pm	From Diary of Dreams, Blind in Darkness I will plaster all you mortals with my dominating guts I will torment revelations - I did never ask for much I will taste the detonation while the geminis go wild I'll absorb the human sigh, eradicate your dormant lie Does it suck your breasts for milk, golden honey, dressed in silk Does it feel your patient care in your dreadful glassy stare or does it feel your true emotions in its scars and bruises burn Do you really think your lies will tear open cloudy skies? Feel my fingers in your wound while my eyes ascend the gloom Questions wasting all my time - I see your eyes detesting mine Sick of a life you never had, in dead motion, you look so sad I could care less if I'd like - I let you go into the night Is my ignorance my fate, or is my love distorted hate Is deliverance my mate or am I sleeping while awake Is this place that we call home adorned by devastating foam Am I mortal, am I god - Am I brighter than you thought? I will never beg for mercy - I will never kiss your feet I will never ask forgiveness and all of that I want to keep! I will guide the blind in darkness though I cannot see myself I will whisper in a deaf ear while I know you cannot speak And I hear rumours about angels… (Comment on this)
9:26 pm	Well, that's done then. You are sad because of your grief Why are you sad? [amazing pictures] For darker people brought to you by Quizilla In the short version, Ingrid left me for Phil. I saw it coming, tried (apparently not hard enough) to get things sorted out between us, and it wasn't enough. ::shrug:: At this point, i'm just relieved that it's done. Hell yeah, I hurt over it, but it's not cataclysmic. I'm not sure if i'm going to stay camarilla though. not sure if i can deal with the inevitable stress and hurt that being around people will cause. With the personal growth i've undergone latley, i'm not sure how to deal with the pain in general. most of it just transfers to anger. I've been using music to force feelings to the surface, where I am forced to deal with it. VNV nation, evanescence, Seether, Cruxshadows, Godsmack, Alice in Chains, mostly. The part that's really kicking my ass is: I've been tempted to call and beg her back. it's momentary flashes, but they exist. It's burnt out in quick order by the psychotic hatred i use in place of a stable coping mechanism, so it hasn't really been a problem. I'm probably going to get some tattoos and piercings soon. If i'm going to hurt myself at all over this, it's going to be in an aesteticaly pleasing manner. On the bright side, i've got a good reason to get my voice and body back in order. Angsty singing helps, and if i'm going to drop money on body modifications, i damn well intend to show them off. You go Carpe Diem. I'll go Carpe Crowbar. Current Mood: melancholy Current Music: VNV nation-Holding On (Comment on this)
Monday, June 13th, 2005
10:41 pm	Because I'm a whore for attention. Tag! List five songs that you are currently digging.. it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words or even if they're any good but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions in your blog along with your five songs. Then tag five other people to see what they're listening to. I got tagged by uliceldroma 1: Chemical Workers Song 2: VNV nation: Genesis 3: Dropkick Murphys: worst day since yesterday 4: Elsa's Procession to the Cathedral 5: Marylin Manson: All the Things you hate. an aside: if anyone can FIND Elsa's Procession to the Cathedral, i'd be in eternal debt. the sum'bitch will not show up on any damn searches. i played it in band, and the overwhelming need to listen to it has been bothering me lately. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 8th, 2005
9:09 pm	HAH! Which Member of the Endless Are You? I am amused. (6 Comments |Comment on this)