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Saturday, July 30, 2005
I'm finding TV more and more offensive...
9 PM EST, LOCAL LISTINGS
CBS - PIMP MY QUEER
Attractive young male homosexuals are “made over” into female prostitutes, then compete for the mercurial affections of hosts Ice T and George Hamilton.
NBC - TRADING ROCK STARS
Former members of once-popular bands are shuffled around and forced to play unfamiliar songs for the amusement of an audience of attractive young people.
ABC - DANCING WITH THE SURREAL
Jocelyn Wildenstein and Mickey Rourke teach injured animals to tango.
FOX - THIS OLD BABY
Infants are “made over” from gurgling, squirming baldies into elegant inanimate objects and auctioned off to decadent billionaires.
MTV - CROCODIL’D
Attractive young celebrities sic carnivorous reptiles on their famous friends. Hosted by lovable Aussie Nick Cave.
WB - ANIMAL APPRENTICE
Attractive young people compete to become the favored house pet of decadent billionaires.
UPN - AMERICA’S FUNNIEST FIRINGS
Ambitious losers are caught on hidden cameras being humiliated by their celebrity employers for arbitrary “offenses.”
CRTV - COPZILLAS
Police officers on the brink of complete personal meltdown are driven over the edge through traumatic pranks; the last one to attempt suicide gets to marry an attractive young homosexual billionaire.
GSN - FAT FACTOR
Attractive young people are goaded to eat themselves to obesity and are then humiliated by celebrities and their pets.
PBS - THE PEOPLE’S ROADSHOW
Attractive young people parade their unattractive old relatives before celebrity judges for on-the-spot estimates of personal worth.
A/E - DOCTOR BRAT
Attractive child billionaires practice rudimentary surgery on desperate losers competing for a 1,000 dollar cash prize.
IO - BLIND FAMILY
Night vision cameras capture the frustration of “campy” minor celebrities forced to live together for 5 months in absolute, round-the-clock darkness.
U - FORENSIC MAKEOVER
Messy crime scenes are redesigned by attractive young homosexual men.
(sometimes) Y - SISTER DOG
A charming nun eloquently analyzes the tattoos of celebrity pets.
EEK - THE PLANET’S MOST OUTRAGEOUS VAGINAS
Hidden camera cuntery.
VH1 - MAKING THE CHOPPER
Sean “P ‘Puff (Puffy) Daddy’ Diddy" Combs oversees the construction of a custom motorcycle by attractive homosexual celebrity children.
MTV2 – MONSTER FILES
Islamic fundamentalists perform random acts of unspeakable horror; host Noam Chomsky explains why.
FNC - UNSOLVED LISTS
Sean “Puff” Hannity and Alan “Diddy” Colmes argue over the validity of lists of “100 Celebrity OOPS Moments” before a jury of attractive young pets. Features humorous “break-in” commentary by stand-up comics.
VH2 -VIVA LA BOUNTY!
Duane “Dog” Chapman and Bam Margera host as attractive young compete to see which paper towel is indeed the “quicker picker upper.”
BRV - SURVIVOR’S STUDIO
Show biz legends are forced to eat disgusting things.
WTF - PSYCHIC NANNY
Matronly British women explain to anxious billionaire couples exactly how and when their children will die.
BET - OLD SCHOOL HOUSE
Young Hiphop artists perform “home invasions” on white homes of different historical eras. Hosted by Al Pacino.
CNN – MEET THE CHEF
Comical Asian culinary experts (redubbed by Adam Carolla and Gilbert Gottfried) must somehow concoct savory dishes from parts of Ann Coulter’s body.
9 PM EST, LOCAL LISTINGS
CBS - PIMP MY QUEER
Attractive young male homosexuals are “made over” into female prostitutes, then compete for the mercurial affections of hosts Ice T and George Hamilton.
NBC - TRADING ROCK STARS
Former members of once-popular bands are shuffled around and forced to play unfamiliar songs for the amusement of an audience of attractive young people.
ABC - DANCING WITH THE SURREAL
Jocelyn Wildenstein and Mickey Rourke teach injured animals to tango.
FOX - THIS OLD BABY
Infants are “made over” from gurgling, squirming baldies into elegant inanimate objects and auctioned off to decadent billionaires.
MTV - CROCODIL’D
Attractive young celebrities sic carnivorous reptiles on their famous friends. Hosted by lovable Aussie Nick Cave.
WB - ANIMAL APPRENTICE
Attractive young people compete to become the favored house pet of decadent billionaires.
UPN - AMERICA’S FUNNIEST FIRINGS
Ambitious losers are caught on hidden cameras being humiliated by their celebrity employers for arbitrary “offenses.”
CRTV - COPZILLAS
Police officers on the brink of complete personal meltdown are driven over the edge through traumatic pranks; the last one to attempt suicide gets to marry an attractive young homosexual billionaire.
GSN - FAT FACTOR
Attractive young people are goaded to eat themselves to obesity and are then humiliated by celebrities and their pets.
PBS - THE PEOPLE’S ROADSHOW
Attractive young people parade their unattractive old relatives before celebrity judges for on-the-spot estimates of personal worth.
A/E - DOCTOR BRAT
Attractive child billionaires practice rudimentary surgery on desperate losers competing for a 1,000 dollar cash prize.
IO - BLIND FAMILY
Night vision cameras capture the frustration of “campy” minor celebrities forced to live together for 5 months in absolute, round-the-clock darkness.
U - FORENSIC MAKEOVER
Messy crime scenes are redesigned by attractive young homosexual men.
(sometimes) Y - SISTER DOG
A charming nun eloquently analyzes the tattoos of celebrity pets.
EEK - THE PLANET’S MOST OUTRAGEOUS VAGINAS
Hidden camera cuntery.
VH1 - MAKING THE CHOPPER
Sean “P ‘Puff (Puffy) Daddy’ Diddy" Combs oversees the construction of a custom motorcycle by attractive homosexual celebrity children.
MTV2 – MONSTER FILES
Islamic fundamentalists perform random acts of unspeakable horror; host Noam Chomsky explains why.
FNC - UNSOLVED LISTS
Sean “Puff” Hannity and Alan “Diddy” Colmes argue over the validity of lists of “100 Celebrity OOPS Moments” before a jury of attractive young pets. Features humorous “break-in” commentary by stand-up comics.
VH2 -VIVA LA BOUNTY!
Duane “Dog” Chapman and Bam Margera host as attractive young compete to see which paper towel is indeed the “quicker picker upper.”
BRV - SURVIVOR’S STUDIO
Show biz legends are forced to eat disgusting things.
WTF - PSYCHIC NANNY
Matronly British women explain to anxious billionaire couples exactly how and when their children will die.
BET - OLD SCHOOL HOUSE
Young Hiphop artists perform “home invasions” on white homes of different historical eras. Hosted by Al Pacino.
CNN – MEET THE CHEF
Comical Asian culinary experts (redubbed by Adam Carolla and Gilbert Gottfried) must somehow concoct savory dishes from parts of Ann Coulter’s body.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
``Why, it's old Fezziwig! Bless his heart; it's Fezziwig alive again!''
There's this Chrysler campaign... I've seen 2 different ads so far... where a older gentleman sits, face conspicuously obscured by a newspaper. In one, Jason Alexander (as George Costanza) comes into his office, doing the usual bluff-n-bullshit routine he did so memorably on "Seinfeld." In the other, a little girl talks to the old guy, and in both ads the big moment comes when the newspaper is put down to reveal that the old guy is... Lee Iacocca! Whoo-eee! What fun! What MAGIC! Before we see the face, we know there's someone special there... but who? Why it's blesed ol' Lee, that's who! Returning like an old friend! Dear Old Iacocca! Keeping the Chrys in Chrysler!
B.B.D. and O. really hit the jackpot here; these ads for the "Employee Pricing Plus" sales incentive tap into that special sense of childlike wonder we associate only with Iacocca. Why, when that little girl is talking to the mysterious man, and he is suddenly revealed as Mr. Lee Iacocca, all one can think is: “yes, Virginia, there is a former CEO.” I get chills just thinking about it, and now I am going to buy a Chrysler just because of the nostalgic rush these ads provide. I don't drive, of course, but every time I look out to the driveway and see that gleaming car, I will relive the gleeful moment when Lee Iacocca first revealed his face. Sigh.
In other TV news, I was watching the TV news. After all the reports on muslim-related miseries worldwide, the anchor introduced a piece on a Westchester region protected from development, due to its importance as a source of drinking water for the NY metro area. When they went to the report, the audio went farkuckt, so all my TV presented was a series of lovely shots of this verdant lakeside, with no audio whatsoever. The anchor apologized and quickly moved on to something else. “No…” I thought “…go with it! It’s the most useful thing you’ve shown me so far!”
What a relief! I'm thinking there ought to be a channel where we are shown nothing but nature. Someplace to turn when the electrosluice torrent becomes too depressingly human-beshitted. A window to the idyllic, with nary a mosquito, nor any other of actual nature’s multitudinous annoyances. We may gaze thereupon, belching our sodee pop, tongue-ing a Slim Jim skin lodged between the teeth, groaning: “mmm, tha’s nize” as our damned world wobbles its idiotic course through the cold cosmos.
Before I leave the TV (rather, return to it), mention must be made of a program I just caught on PBS. WILLIE “THE LION” SMITH. A documentary on a giant of American music. Friends, this guy was the SHIT. I was frustrated that every time they showed a clip of the man playing his piano, some narrator would intrude, but that’s how it goes. At least someone finally saw fit to spread the word about a giant who still gets nothing close to his just due. Idolized by the likes of Ellington and my beloved Thelonious Monk… whew, Willie! That’s like being idolized by Vermeer and Van Gogh. I recall when I first lucked upon a film clip of the Lion playing his sublime “Echoes of Spring.” It was one of those unforgettable musical moments of discovery where you just stop the fuck cold and GAPE. Like Howard Carter first peering into Tut’s tomb:
“I was struck dumb with amazement, and when Lord Carnarvon, unable to stand the suspense any longer, inquired anxiously, 'Can you see anything?' it was all I could do to get out the words, 'Yes, wonderful things.'”
There have been many moments like this: my first listen to a SMILE bootleg in 1985… watching some baritone (Sherrill Milnes?) sing Ives’ “The Things Our Fathers Loved” in the mid-70s… Allen Toussaint playing at Professor Longhair’s funeral, seen in yet another PBS documentary in the ‘80s (an experience so moving that I tracked down the filmmaker, Stevenson J. Palfi, and persuaded him to dupe me a copy of his film). “Echoes of Spring” is a light piano solo in the Beiderbecke vein that somehow melds Stride, Debussy, Cowboy Americana, and that ineffable vout one only recognizes in the work of a real inventor. Played with a feathery touch by an old cat in a bowler hat with a stogie clamped in his teeth, swinging like all get-out even while imparting a diaphanous Maxfield Parrish glow as fine as the most subtle nancyboy etude, the thing slew me. William Demarest opening his mouth and ad-libbing John Donne: how? Wha?
I used the motif from Willie’s left hand as the basis of a recurring theme throughout my album Magic Beans, only to suggest the depths and heights of music… how it defeats cruel time, binds distant and disparate hearts and reveals infinity. With humor, yet. Much of Smith’s work of that period carries the same incredible spirit. Not all of it is that Beleek-delicate; many pieces are rollicking and as ripe as Willie’s stogie, but no less glorious for that. You’ll hear Scott Joplin in it. Gottschalk. Leroy Shields. Phineas Newborn. Chopin. Satie. God, in other words. There’s a great cd comp (assembled by Frenchmen, unsurprisingly) collecting the cream of this work. Find that thing and listen. I fear that anyone catching this docu will leave it with no idea of the Lion’s brilliance: “hmmmm… One of those influential musical Negroes; note the name for the file of unheard notables, to mention if needed.” Bah! Find the thing and LISTEN.
There's this Chrysler campaign... I've seen 2 different ads so far... where a older gentleman sits, face conspicuously obscured by a newspaper. In one, Jason Alexander (as George Costanza) comes into his office, doing the usual bluff-n-bullshit routine he did so memorably on "Seinfeld." In the other, a little girl talks to the old guy, and in both ads the big moment comes when the newspaper is put down to reveal that the old guy is... Lee Iacocca! Whoo-eee! What fun! What MAGIC! Before we see the face, we know there's someone special there... but who? Why it's blesed ol' Lee, that's who! Returning like an old friend! Dear Old Iacocca! Keeping the Chrys in Chrysler!
B.B.D. and O. really hit the jackpot here; these ads for the "Employee Pricing Plus" sales incentive tap into that special sense of childlike wonder we associate only with Iacocca. Why, when that little girl is talking to the mysterious man, and he is suddenly revealed as Mr. Lee Iacocca, all one can think is: “yes, Virginia, there is a former CEO.” I get chills just thinking about it, and now I am going to buy a Chrysler just because of the nostalgic rush these ads provide. I don't drive, of course, but every time I look out to the driveway and see that gleaming car, I will relive the gleeful moment when Lee Iacocca first revealed his face. Sigh.
In other TV news, I was watching the TV news. After all the reports on muslim-related miseries worldwide, the anchor introduced a piece on a Westchester region protected from development, due to its importance as a source of drinking water for the NY metro area. When they went to the report, the audio went farkuckt, so all my TV presented was a series of lovely shots of this verdant lakeside, with no audio whatsoever. The anchor apologized and quickly moved on to something else. “No…” I thought “…go with it! It’s the most useful thing you’ve shown me so far!”
What a relief! I'm thinking there ought to be a channel where we are shown nothing but nature. Someplace to turn when the electrosluice torrent becomes too depressingly human-beshitted. A window to the idyllic, with nary a mosquito, nor any other of actual nature’s multitudinous annoyances. We may gaze thereupon, belching our sodee pop, tongue-ing a Slim Jim skin lodged between the teeth, groaning: “mmm, tha’s nize” as our damned world wobbles its idiotic course through the cold cosmos.
Before I leave the TV (rather, return to it), mention must be made of a program I just caught on PBS. WILLIE “THE LION” SMITH. A documentary on a giant of American music. Friends, this guy was the SHIT. I was frustrated that every time they showed a clip of the man playing his piano, some narrator would intrude, but that’s how it goes. At least someone finally saw fit to spread the word about a giant who still gets nothing close to his just due. Idolized by the likes of Ellington and my beloved Thelonious Monk… whew, Willie! That’s like being idolized by Vermeer and Van Gogh. I recall when I first lucked upon a film clip of the Lion playing his sublime “Echoes of Spring.” It was one of those unforgettable musical moments of discovery where you just stop the fuck cold and GAPE. Like Howard Carter first peering into Tut’s tomb:
“I was struck dumb with amazement, and when Lord Carnarvon, unable to stand the suspense any longer, inquired anxiously, 'Can you see anything?' it was all I could do to get out the words, 'Yes, wonderful things.'”
There have been many moments like this: my first listen to a SMILE bootleg in 1985… watching some baritone (Sherrill Milnes?) sing Ives’ “The Things Our Fathers Loved” in the mid-70s… Allen Toussaint playing at Professor Longhair’s funeral, seen in yet another PBS documentary in the ‘80s (an experience so moving that I tracked down the filmmaker, Stevenson J. Palfi, and persuaded him to dupe me a copy of his film). “Echoes of Spring” is a light piano solo in the Beiderbecke vein that somehow melds Stride, Debussy, Cowboy Americana, and that ineffable vout one only recognizes in the work of a real inventor. Played with a feathery touch by an old cat in a bowler hat with a stogie clamped in his teeth, swinging like all get-out even while imparting a diaphanous Maxfield Parrish glow as fine as the most subtle nancyboy etude, the thing slew me. William Demarest opening his mouth and ad-libbing John Donne: how? Wha?
I used the motif from Willie’s left hand as the basis of a recurring theme throughout my album Magic Beans, only to suggest the depths and heights of music… how it defeats cruel time, binds distant and disparate hearts and reveals infinity. With humor, yet. Much of Smith’s work of that period carries the same incredible spirit. Not all of it is that Beleek-delicate; many pieces are rollicking and as ripe as Willie’s stogie, but no less glorious for that. You’ll hear Scott Joplin in it. Gottschalk. Leroy Shields. Phineas Newborn. Chopin. Satie. God, in other words. There’s a great cd comp (assembled by Frenchmen, unsurprisingly) collecting the cream of this work. Find that thing and listen. I fear that anyone catching this docu will leave it with no idea of the Lion’s brilliance: “hmmmm… One of those influential musical Negroes; note the name for the file of unheard notables, to mention if needed.” Bah! Find the thing and LISTEN.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Fresh from the Surrealist Slogan Generator:
Two Hours of Vout in Just Two Calories.
Step Into The Potrzebie.
Ribbed For Her Notary Sojac.
You've Got Questions. We've Got Cock.
Avez-Vous Un Vag?
Be Young, Have Fun, Drink Sport Murphy.
Fresh from the Captain's Axolotyl.
Have your own inane, puerile fun with this at:
http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi
Two Hours of Vout in Just Two Calories.
Step Into The Potrzebie.
Ribbed For Her Notary Sojac.
You've Got Questions. We've Got Cock.
Avez-Vous Un Vag?
Be Young, Have Fun, Drink Sport Murphy.
Fresh from the Captain's Axolotyl.
Have your own inane, puerile fun with this at:
http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
IIWA (Innovations In Webchat Abbreviations)
IAMN/CC - "I am mastubating now; can't chat"
TFTPZL - "thanks for the pic, zit lord"
LOTIBNFTRYI! - "laughing on the inside, but not for the reason you intended!"
OMAA - "Oh my aching ass"
KTWIPATST - "Keep typing while I patiently await the sex talk"
WHB! - "Wow... How boring!"
NuMoticons
:$ ("Your twisted words betray you")
!o ("Where'd you get the shiner?")
†me ("Is this a dagger I see before me?")
<@ ("I'm in a tent right now.")
*3 ("YES! my anus IS located right behind my balls!")
..) ( "I like Picasso")
:I~ (“hold on; I'm eating spaghetti”)
¿( ("I suspect treachery")
IAMN/CC - "I am mastubating now; can't chat"
TFTPZL - "thanks for the pic, zit lord"
LOTIBNFTRYI! - "laughing on the inside, but not for the reason you intended!"
OMAA - "Oh my aching ass"
KTWIPATST - "Keep typing while I patiently await the sex talk"
WHB! - "Wow... How boring!"
NuMoticons
:$ ("Your twisted words betray you")
!o ("Where'd you get the shiner?")
†me ("Is this a dagger I see before me?")
<@ ("I'm in a tent right now.")
*3 ("YES! my anus IS located right behind my balls!")
..) ( "I like Picasso")
:I~ (“hold on; I'm eating spaghetti”)
¿( ("I suspect treachery")
Is it just on my computer or are the lines on these posts running long, so that you have to scroll left (see what I mean?) to right in order to read them?
I dislike this so much I could just shit.
I dislike this so much I could just shit.
Copyright Warning:
The following automobile brand names are reserved by Sport Murphy Motors, and may not be used without a squatter buyout tariff:
Bravante, Procura, Accelerando, Gaius, Miazma, Eterno, Factotum, GuzlarX, Aggrolera, Iliad.
The following pharmaceutical trade names are likewise the sole property of Sport Murphy Health Solutions, and must be cleared financially with the copyright holder:
Volitiaphen, Bicuriacin, Diapason, Phenoxoprotek, Phingoprin, Providabuz, Trisumovet, Barbidol, Vomidor, Attadog.
Additionally, the following countries are the interllectual property of Sport Murphy World Reordering Enterprises, and may not be printed on currency unless some of same is deposited with the despot in charge:
Islamisbad, Tupopülis, Ollyenstan, Peengland, Phukaulia, United Democratic Peoples Republic of Grdzwlgn, Guanoguay, Poundasalaam, Blakkei, Sumodis and Sumodat
Thank You
Sport Murphy © ®
The following automobile brand names are reserved by Sport Murphy Motors, and may not be used without a squatter buyout tariff:
Bravante, Procura, Accelerando, Gaius, Miazma, Eterno, Factotum, GuzlarX, Aggrolera, Iliad.
The following pharmaceutical trade names are likewise the sole property of Sport Murphy Health Solutions, and must be cleared financially with the copyright holder:
Volitiaphen, Bicuriacin, Diapason, Phenoxoprotek, Phingoprin, Providabuz, Trisumovet, Barbidol, Vomidor, Attadog.
Additionally, the following countries are the interllectual property of Sport Murphy World Reordering Enterprises, and may not be printed on currency unless some of same is deposited with the despot in charge:
Islamisbad, Tupopülis, Ollyenstan, Peengland, Phukaulia, United Democratic Peoples Republic of Grdzwlgn, Guanoguay, Poundasalaam, Blakkei, Sumodis and Sumodat
Thank You
Sport Murphy © ®
Saturday, July 09, 2005
In London, uninjured singer seeks prayers
Jul 8, 11:24 AM (ET)
NEW YORK (Reuters) - London was the scene of carnage on Thursday after a series of deadly blasts but American R&B crooner Omarion, who suffered no injury or inconvenience, wants people to pray for him.
"Omarion was in London during the tragic bombings that struck this morning," a statement by the singer's publicist AR PR Marketing, released hours after the bombings, said.
Making no mention of the fatalities or casualties of the blasts, the singer's statement concluded, "He would like his fans to pray that he has a safe trip and a safe return home. He appreciates your support."
He was in London for Saturday's Live 8 show, his publicist Shana Gilmore told Reuters from Los Angeles. Asked why anyone should pray for him, Gilmore said, "He wasn't hurt or anything, but just the fact that he was there and all that."
Omarion was the teenaged lead singer of the chart-topping band B2K before going solo. The 20-year-old's first solo album "O" debuted at No. 1 of Billboard charts earlier this year.
http://reuters.excite.com//article/20050708/2005-07-08T152426Z_01_N07332103_RTRIDST_0_ODD-BRITAIN-SINGER-DC.html
(Now that's for real! And the followup, from my email to Liz...)
Since 9/11 I've been worried sick about Omarion.
Here's something I posted on the Sony discussion board for fans of Omarion:
Damn - when I heard that they bombed London's public transportation I said "please, oh please, if Omarion is in London, don't let Omarion be injured!"
And Omarion made it out OK. All my prayers and the prayers of all those who love Omarion are with you today, boo. I hope Omarion's trauma isn't too severe.
Maybe they can do another concert like Live 8, to show Omarion that we all support Omarion and hope that terrorists never get near him.
If we don't all stand behind Omarion, then the terrorists win.
(Got these replies:)
"Omarisgurlie103" writes: "are you foreal?this happen? if so THANK GOD"
"Omarionsluver" writes: "yea gurl they was gonna have the Olympics there but they cant now"
"#1mz.boog" writes: "omg r u serious??????????"
"klown dancer" writes: "GURL I DONT THINK THAT OMARION WAS IN LONDON I THINK THAT WAS A LIE."
http://forums1.sonymusic.com/groupee/forums/a/tpc/f/665106676/m/8501085093
Jul 8, 11:24 AM (ET)
NEW YORK (Reuters) - London was the scene of carnage on Thursday after a series of deadly blasts but American R&B crooner Omarion, who suffered no injury or inconvenience, wants people to pray for him.
"Omarion was in London during the tragic bombings that struck this morning," a statement by the singer's publicist AR PR Marketing, released hours after the bombings, said.
Making no mention of the fatalities or casualties of the blasts, the singer's statement concluded, "He would like his fans to pray that he has a safe trip and a safe return home. He appreciates your support."
He was in London for Saturday's Live 8 show, his publicist Shana Gilmore told Reuters from Los Angeles. Asked why anyone should pray for him, Gilmore said, "He wasn't hurt or anything, but just the fact that he was there and all that."
Omarion was the teenaged lead singer of the chart-topping band B2K before going solo. The 20-year-old's first solo album "O" debuted at No. 1 of Billboard charts earlier this year.
http://reuters.excite.com//article/20050708/2005-07-08T152426Z_01_N07332103_RTRIDST_0_ODD-BRITAIN-SINGER-DC.html
(Now that's for real! And the followup, from my email to Liz...)
Since 9/11 I've been worried sick about Omarion.
Here's something I posted on the Sony discussion board for fans of Omarion:
Damn - when I heard that they bombed London's public transportation I said "please, oh please, if Omarion is in London, don't let Omarion be injured!"
And Omarion made it out OK. All my prayers and the prayers of all those who love Omarion are with you today, boo. I hope Omarion's trauma isn't too severe.
Maybe they can do another concert like Live 8, to show Omarion that we all support Omarion and hope that terrorists never get near him.
If we don't all stand behind Omarion, then the terrorists win.
(Got these replies:)
"Omarisgurlie103" writes: "are you foreal?this happen? if so THANK GOD"
"Omarionsluver" writes: "yea gurl they was gonna have the Olympics there but they cant now"
"#1mz.boog" writes: "omg r u serious??????????"
"klown dancer" writes: "GURL I DONT THINK THAT OMARION WAS IN LONDON I THINK THAT WAS A LIE."
http://forums1.sonymusic.com/groupee/forums/a/tpc/f/665106676/m/8501085093
Friday, July 08, 2005
SINCE 9/11 I'VE BEEN WONDERING...
what y'all been up to? So I did a search on "Since 9/11 I've..."
Below, the pastings of my cuttings, as they appear on the search results.
Since 9/11 I've started looking more toward religion...
Since 9/11 I've attended many conferences on clash of civilisations...
Since 9/11 I've found a braver part of myself...
Since 9/11 I've progessively abandoned the Left on foreign policy...
Since 9/11 I've felt increased pressure to conform...
Since 9//11 I've had the opportunity to share with at least three pilots, to really explain the gospel in a personal way to them...
Since 9/11 I've ditched a lot of yarns I had planned...
Since 9/11 I've been eating ice cream and drinking alchol like it was going out of style...
Since 9/11, I've had high blood pressure...
Since 9/11 I've written two books...
Since 9/11 I've been working on a book...
Since 9/11 I've exposed the systematic abuse of these subsides by professors of area studies...
Since 9/11 I've really seen a dropoff in attendance at shows. This phenomenon is not limited to my band and seems to be affecting just about everyone I know...
Since 9/11 I've been reluctant to take pictures of the things that excite me because of what they are (refineries, factories, etc...
Since 9/11 I've done countless interviews...
Since 9-11 I've had a hard time sitting in front of my sewing machine...
Since 9/11 I've been increasing the maximum distance I was willing to drive...
Since 9/11 I've been acting. I've been in 14 off off Broadway plays in three years...
Since 9/11 I've especially come to appreciate the good old-fashioned Western starring legendary actors like Jimmy Stewart, John Wayne and Alan Ladd...
Since 9-11 I've waffled a little, I think, at least inwardly...
Since 9/11 I've been carrying a lot of stuff around on me...
Since 9/11 I've been certain I'm going to die in a plane, and so each time I fly I write a short tale about the plane going down and record it in a ...
Since 9/11 I've been interested in how we adjust as artists...
Since 9/11 I've done singles workshops all over the country...
Since 9/11 I've managed to milk three separate airfares out of my parents...
Since 9/11 I've felt that we're up to our eyeballs in hypocrisy...
Since 9/11 I've been socked with a $5 fee...
Since 9/11 I've considered myself to be a Spiritual Warrior engaged in mortal combat with the enemy...
since 9/11, I've been wondering if we really can defeat God...
Since 9/11 I've changed...
Since 9/11 I've been getting a lot of questions about selling slow moving houses...
Since 9/11 I've seen no less than 13 new zombie films...
since 9/11 I've been much more interested in documentaries...
Since 9/11 I've again found comfort in audio books...
Since 9/11 I've found it necessary to develop a new set of friends...
Since 9/11 I've wondered: how many abortionists are muslim...
since 9/11 I've developed an almost pathological fear of being out on a balcony...
]Since 9/11 I've been disturbed by vigilante superheroes...
Since 9/11 I've adopted a more negative view: Americans are stupid, ignorant racist fucks...
Since 9/11 I've also been ruminating on the question of trivialization...
since 9/11 I've been using the Koran for toilet paper...
what y'all been up to? So I did a search on "Since 9/11 I've..."
Below, the pastings of my cuttings, as they appear on the search results.
Since 9/11 I've started looking more toward religion...
Since 9/11 I've attended many conferences on clash of civilisations...
Since 9/11 I've found a braver part of myself...
Since 9/11 I've progessively abandoned the Left on foreign policy...
Since 9/11 I've felt increased pressure to conform...
Since 9//11 I've had the opportunity to share with at least three pilots, to really explain the gospel in a personal way to them...
Since 9/11 I've ditched a lot of yarns I had planned...
Since 9/11 I've been eating ice cream and drinking alchol like it was going out of style...
Since 9/11, I've had high blood pressure...
Since 9/11 I've written two books...
Since 9/11 I've been working on a book...
Since 9/11 I've exposed the systematic abuse of these subsides by professors of area studies...
Since 9/11 I've really seen a dropoff in attendance at shows. This phenomenon is not limited to my band and seems to be affecting just about everyone I know...
Since 9/11 I've been reluctant to take pictures of the things that excite me because of what they are (refineries, factories, etc...
Since 9/11 I've done countless interviews...
Since 9-11 I've had a hard time sitting in front of my sewing machine...
Since 9/11 I've been increasing the maximum distance I was willing to drive...
Since 9/11 I've been acting. I've been in 14 off off Broadway plays in three years...
Since 9/11 I've especially come to appreciate the good old-fashioned Western starring legendary actors like Jimmy Stewart, John Wayne and Alan Ladd...
Since 9-11 I've waffled a little, I think, at least inwardly...
Since 9/11 I've been carrying a lot of stuff around on me...
Since 9/11 I've been certain I'm going to die in a plane, and so each time I fly I write a short tale about the plane going down and record it in a ...
Since 9/11 I've been interested in how we adjust as artists...
Since 9/11 I've done singles workshops all over the country...
Since 9/11 I've managed to milk three separate airfares out of my parents...
Since 9/11 I've felt that we're up to our eyeballs in hypocrisy...
Since 9/11 I've been socked with a $5 fee...
Since 9/11 I've considered myself to be a Spiritual Warrior engaged in mortal combat with the enemy...
since 9/11, I've been wondering if we really can defeat God...
Since 9/11 I've changed...
Since 9/11 I've been getting a lot of questions about selling slow moving houses...
Since 9/11 I've seen no less than 13 new zombie films...
since 9/11 I've been much more interested in documentaries...
Since 9/11 I've again found comfort in audio books...
Since 9/11 I've found it necessary to develop a new set of friends...
Since 9/11 I've wondered: how many abortionists are muslim...
since 9/11 I've developed an almost pathological fear of being out on a balcony...
]Since 9/11 I've been disturbed by vigilante superheroes...
Since 9/11 I've adopted a more negative view: Americans are stupid, ignorant racist fucks...
Since 9/11 I've also been ruminating on the question of trivialization...
since 9/11 I've been using the Koran for toilet paper...