"I'm on a plane, with cocain..." anyone remember Buck Cherry. This idiot Josh Todd, ex lead singer of Buck Cherry keeps coming by our station. He's doing some crappy solo project and for some reason he feels the need to play at small clubs in Baton Rouge once or twice a month. And ofcourse the shirt comes off as soon as he steps through the door which signifies to us that he's the rock star and we're just lowely radio station employees who should treat him like royalty. He's been to the station now some 3 or 4 times in the past few months and he seems to have a bigger attitude each time because no one really gives a shit anymore.

I cant post or respond as much as i'd like to since my laptop's keyboard is on the fritz. I had to text message this to my email address then cut n paste. It sux.

Drool.

I dont even remember writing this...

Have you ever been walking down the street -- any street -- during a really busy time of the day like lunchtime and just had an uncontrollable urge to haul off an sock somebody - anybody - square in the face? Oh come on don’t be so appalled. You can’t sit there and deny that someday you wake up on the proverbial wrong side of the bed and can’t wait for the wrong person to mess with you at the right time. Anyone who can sit there and honestly say that they have never shared such impulses is lying not just to me but to themselves.
Well I have those urges all the time. I’ll admit it. So what? Does that mean I’m crazy? Does that mean I should seek psychiatric help? I don’t think so. As a matter of fact, I think denying that you may have similar impulses is even crazier. No, really. Okay, maybe you don’t want to haul off and knock someone’s lights out. Maybe you’d rather walk up to some random woman and rip her blouse open. Or maybe you’d rather push that paraplegic in the wheelchair down a staircase. That’s not for you? Okay, maybe you’d like to take those car keys you’ve been fiddling with for the last ten minutes and stab some kid in the ear.
Oh, and I’m not just talking to the fellas here. Come on ladies. You know every once and a while -- and I’m not even talking about that time of the month - you just want to pick up the keyboard of your computer and go up that guy in Accounts who keeps making passes at you and cave his face in. Or that blonde that cut in front of you at Au bon Pain, wouldn’t it have been so gratifying to take off your pumps and stab that bitch in her eye? No? Okay. If you say so.
Anyway, I haven’t acted on these urges. But what if I did? Would that make me a nut? Well, yes but what if everybody did? Wouldn’t the world be a less stressful place if we all just gave in to our homicidal urges all the time? Think about it. Nobody would fuck with anybody ‘cause they’d know that they’re putting they’re lives in danger.
What kind of society would this be if murder was legalized? Hey, let’s not force ourselves to be too barbaric I mean simple assaults would be all right as well. Want to beat somebody into a coma? Go right ahead. Want to break the arms of that whining three-year-old on the Red Line to Glenmont? Be our guest, you’d be doing us all a huge favor. Ooh, here’s one of my favorites. Sometimes when I’m standing at the platform of a Metro station, I look for the person standing closest to the edge and imagine pushing him or her in front of the oncoming train. I even consider pushing them hard enough that before getting cremated by the train they land on the third rail and get fried first.
Legalize murder.
What a concept.
Don’t you think people would be nicer? Don’t you think you’d treat tourists with a little more respect because little Johnny might be packing heat? How many times do you think a taxicab will cut you off to pick up a fare if they thought it might get ‘em shot? Not only that, but imagine if you murder someone and then that person’s family finds out it was you who did it. They could come after you and it would be well within their rights.
So legal murder sounds like a recipe for disaster but maybe it isn’t? What it really is a way to make people be more respectful of each other. To say “please,” “thank you” and “you’re welcome.” Customers wouldn’t be assholes to retail clerks, retail clerks wouldn’t be assholes to customers. What a wonderful world this would be.
Do you think the murder rate would go up if it were legal?

Today I got this e-mail:

Check out this forthcoming c r a p p y-looking sitcom from America, called "Commando Nanny", about a nanny who is... wait for it... A NANNY! Brilliant!

Hey, hold on a minute, who's that playing the Commando Nanny's best friend...?

http://www.tvtome.com/tvtome/servlet/ ShowMainServlet/showid-27153/

(The link includes this picture.)


:)
TD
ps. Meredith - it is your DUTY TO WATCH! So say I, the COMMANDO NANNY!

It was immediately followed by an IM convo which is long and thus will be posted in the reponses. The slightly insane-looking guy hanging over the Commando Nanny's right shoulder is a guy I had a HUGE crush on when I went to school in Exeter. But he didn't date because he needed to work hard and stuff to become a successful actor.

A few minutes ago I was in line to get my Chicken Salad Sandwich from Potbelly and a woman said, "Hey, Max!" I turned around as if she had said my name. I realized that Max is not, nor has it ever been my name. But then I thought, "Max would totally work as my name. I could be a Max. Max suits me."

When I was little, I always wanted a different name. Most commonly Joey. But I kind of like my name now. However, I realize that there are other names out there that could totally work for me. If I was ever in the witness protection program, for instance. Anyone else out there ever want a different name? Or perhaps you have one that works better than your real one. Let's talk names, people, I'm curious.

In my mailbox:

Sender's Name: john
Sender's e-Mail: bonnababes@yahoo.com
Sent via http://www.killoggs.com/feedback/

Message: hey josh... i don't know if you run this site, but i am looking for pictures from bonnaroo and when i search for them i keep getting this site. i was wondering if you could navigate me to them or send them to me. i have a yahoo group called bonnababes. and i am trying to compile as many pictures as i can of all of the beautiful ladies that were there.

anyway. hope to hear from you soon. thank you for your time.

LSU employees display the new “LSU Tour Book” at the publication’s recent coming-out party. The book features several different types of tours of the campus and offers details like a blooming schedule and points of interest in the campus area.

I can see you.






blupony rulez.

i'm in NY all weekend. Call me and come hang out with me and lets be fucking rockstars.

the tiny writing on the cover says:
Stephen Shore Uncommon Places
The Complete Works

EVIDENCE!

i think this is a good book to look at if you like to look at picture books. so find it and please enjoy!

This has to be you. I even have a witness who can place you at the Black Cat on the night in question.


Jenn rhymes with Ben.

We met over cookies and milk. You showed me your journal. Pink converse. Obscene cartoons. I showed you my party dress. Laughed. Bought you a beer. I didn’t want to invade the circuit of creativity between you and your cohort. I could have talked to you all night. I should have put my number in your journal, which you mentioned I will likely be in (and which you should publish, damn it!) when do I get to see it?

When: Friday, July 30, 2004
Where: The Black Cat
I saw a: Man
I am a: Woman
Date posted: Saturday, July 31, 2004