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Well, about a month ago somebody had changed the password to pork, no biggie, I was able to reset. So a week ago I decided to check some of the code. Well there was a bit of nastiness, so I tried (duh) to delete the code, and whoever put it there made it so it would delete the whole shitbang. So poof, it’s all gone. Well most of it, some of the earlier stuff that was being run off blogger, was recoverable.
Fuck all that, it’s time to get on with the film show.

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what a pain in the ass

It’s all done with ball-bearings

Lucille

Do you remember that day last spring? When everything was perfect, when we smiled out loud and laughed until our stomachs hurt? Remember how we found that nest of baby squirrels and ate them right there underneath the big old oak tree? I can’t remember but I think it was you who spit their teeth the farthest.
your’s turdly,
Adam’s seventh grade gym teacher

Here we are in 2005, what’s changed? What’s so different from 2004? Not much on the radio. I mean last year I was serenaded oh, maybe 150 times with Bob Seger’s “Turn the Page” (you know “On a long lonesome highway east of Omaha”). Because in the history of recorded rock’n roll there was only about a half dozen songs written and performed, four of which happen to be “Turn the Page”Now I don’t have a gripe with Bob Seger, or his ultimate ode to rock’n roll loneliness (some times you can’t hear’m talk, other times you can, is that the same old cliche, is that a woman or a man) [Bob's beard always seem to make him look like a guy, but I guess he must have had to play in cities like Altoona where beards aren't limited to just the men]

But I drift, Clear Channel in their infinite radio coverage makes radio listening so easy for me. Usually when I’m about to shave each and every morning I get to hear Bob’s ballad. And if I’ve been a good little boy, I get to hear Bachman Turner Overdrive’s “Taken Care of Business”, which I suppose is to get my working-man’s juices flowing for a hard days work. Ooooo, I just got to push the enter button, and tap my foot and hum the chorus “I been taken care of business” as I click my mouse. Oooooo feel the burn. Yeah, now I’m laboring.

Thanks for nothing Clear Channel, long gone are the days of ever hearing Frank Zappa’s “We’re Only in it for the Money” As a lunchtime album revisited. Maybe close out lunch with Strawberry Fields by the Beatles. Now I get to hear Beyonce impress me with songs I can never remember (yet they win her prizes, go figure). I don’t know anybody that can name any of her songs. Shouldn’t that be a requirement to winning an award? Somebody somewhere should be able to at least hum the tune, even if they can’t remember the words, or the title.

The music industry is dead. Clear Channel is the cemetery caretaker. Somebody somewhere needs to Tyler Durden Clear Channel. Reclaim the airways, put Bob back in his normal rotation which is once every thirteen months, Saturday night 9:30pm and play the whole concert. BTO, should never be played again–ever. Sorry BTO, you were never the heavy hitters of r’nr. Maybe there’s a chronic masturbator in the bathrooms of Clear Channel who can only achieve release while listening to “taken care of business”? You know what? That probably explains the whole management of Clear Channel, and how they create song lists.

Hurricanes are God’s way of saying, “if you don’t take the Christmas lights down by July 4th, I’m gonna take them down for you”

I never knew I was being so darned hurtful when I was throwing a casting net into the Gulf of Mexico. Sure I stress the little buggers out. But I let them go, and they continue on their merry way. I think I would be wayyy more stressed out about being one of these little critters, out in the Gulf, with lots of other BIGGER CRITTERS, then nightime comes… Oh wait, that nervousness applies when I’M in the water. But yeah, if I were a little fish, I would be really scared about bigger fish eating me.
If I were a fish the day I get scooped up into a net, then released back into the water, well that’s probably a pretty good day in fish history.