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| Thursday, October 21st, 2004 | | 5:18 pm |
SIOBHAN - CD Release Oct 23rd.
Hi guys, sorry if this is *slightly* off topic (we are made up of C.U. students/alumni) but my celtic-punk-rock band Siobhan is playing at Barrymore's this Saturday. If you like: Flogging Molly Spirit Of The West The Pogues or Great Big Sea... ...you should definitely attend! We have come a long way from our first days playing for beer money in the Carleton tunnels in 2001, and we'd love to see lots of C.U. students out. As an added interest, our new CD contains the single "The Rooster", which is a tribute to Rooster's Cafe as it *used* to be(if you don't know what I mean, ask an older student). Hope to see you guys there! www.siobhan.ca | | Thursday, August 28th, 2003 | | 8:53 pm |
Okay, everyone. Go to the LJ search panel, and then search for "anorexia" as an LJ username. Is that not hilarious? | | 7:12 pm |
Stolded...  ... there simply are no words. | | Thursday, August 21st, 2003 | | 3:24 pm |
I fucking HATE classic rock. There. I've said it. ALL of the following bands completely SUCK. The Black Crowes Led Zeppelin AC/DC Styx Pink Floyd The Eagles America John Denver The Steve Miller Band Three Dog Night The Guess Who Credence Clearwater Revival If you like any of these bands there is something horribly wrong with your brain. Current Mood:  predatory | | Wednesday, August 20th, 2003 | | 10:19 am |
This has got to be the most difficult game I've ever fucking played. Like, Jesus, I've played it a million times and my best score is twenty-one over par. If anyone can beat this score, I'd like to know about it. Current Mood:  Peanut Butter | | Tuesday, August 19th, 2003 | | 7:55 pm |
Today's Bit Of Wisdom
If most people saw themselves in a movie, they would laugh, or cry, or be disgusted at the character. We walk away from movies feeling superior, feeling that we could never be as weak or stupid or immoral or evil as the characters on screen. But we are. Oh, lord, we are. Current Mood: Wise | | 5:14 pm |
I am never, ever, ever in a thousand eons telling any of you what this represents. But it makes me happier to see it.  | | 9:18 am |
The Most Hideous Joke In Existence
Drinking last night with buddy Stefan. I begin to eat an apple. I tear at the top half of my apple with my teeth. This causes the apple to break into two pieces strangely, one top half and one bottom half. Stefan grins at me and says... ... okay, brace yourself, this is truly one for the books... Stefan says... "Looks like you just had a core breach." (sound of gun being put to head) Current Mood: awake | | Tuesday, August 12th, 2003 | | 1:31 pm |
A little house
And a little tomb
Where the flowers bloom
On Third Street
Where were you
When the sky caught fire
Coming down the wire
On third street
What’s a man when he’s nothing but a metaphor?
And what do you care if we knock down this door?
What in God’s name are we waiting for?
It’s not fair
Now she was shy
When she spoke to me
Counting one to three
On third street
Touched and gone
In a swallow’s breath
Torn down the steps
Of third street
What’s a man but a character and picture show?
We fall in line to put him six feet below
And why oh why are we so fucking slow?
It’s not fair
What’s a man when he’s nothing but an animal?
How many gods will die before he is full?
And why oh why was she so beautiful?
It’s not fair
A little house
And a little tomb
Where the roses bloom
On Third Street
The mothers watch
With a smile and pray
As the children play
On third street | | Monday, August 11th, 2003 | | 7:03 pm |
| | Wednesday, July 23rd, 2003 | | 9:00 pm |
ya doss...
My life is rated NC-17.That being said... and I'm sorry if this offends anyone... ...but I am sick and god damned tired of internet quizzes and conversations that ask the following question: "How much do you swear?" And the available answer seem to be... "- Not a lot - Never - Occasionally - A fair bit - Every third word out of my mouth is s***, or (gasp), even f***!" Now. I'm sorry. But forty years ago "fuck" was a deviant word. It was the valid KING of swear words. If you said it... you immediately placed yourself in the category of social misfit, outcast, what have you. But this is two thousand and cock sucking three, people. Times change. And I want to know where the TRULY offensive words are in these god damned people's minds. Not the least of which is... CUNT!Where the FUCK is CUNT? Now, some of you might argue. That's a SLUR, you'll say. That's a SEXIST slur. It's not an exclamatory word. You're wrong. Again, times change. When, 25 years ago, "Cunt" was introduced into the mainstream (both by social misfits and by feminists seeking to cleanse the word of its negative connotation), it certainly WAS a sexist slur. But guess what, it isn't anymore. Why, I just called ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) sick_lee a cunt the other day, because he was being one, as he usually is. And I have no hesitation in calling any of my friends "cunts" when we're out drinking. Now, some of you may be offended by the word. Guess what. That's the point. If a word doesn't offend at LEAST a good 50% of the population, it isn't a swear word. And swearing, ladies and gentlemen, is an art form that is going to hell in a handbasket. Billy Connolly. Dennis Leary. Dean Martin. Siouxie. Kim Shattuck. Ice Cube. THESE people, in the previous century, perfected the art. And we are letting it CRUMBLE. And it makes me sad. Current Mood:  artistic | | Saturday, July 19th, 2003 | | 12:24 pm |
Questionable Quizzes
 Yes, you read between the lines correctly... You’re a lesbian. Or should that be "read between the labia?" Not only do you not need a boyfriend... The mere thought of one leaves you completely underwhelmed and uninterested. That’s not to say you wear flannel shirts and a tool belt. It’s just that you know what you like... And it ain’t a hairy, 9-inch (yeah, right) dick pointed in your direction. Not unless it’s strapped to a hot mama packin’ 34C’s. Now that’s interesting! ( more ) | | Friday, July 18th, 2003 | | 11:03 pm |
LJ COOLNESS
I hereby submit that a measure of how "cool" you are on LJ can be expressed in the ratio of how many people list you as friends to how many people you list as friends. The further over "1" your ratio is, the better(not counting communities, of course). For example, if 18 people list you as friends and you only list 13, that makes your coolness factor 18/13, or 1.3846. You are fairly "cool". However, if you list 27 friends and only have 22 list you back, your coolness factor is 0.8148, or "not cool". That is all. Current Mood:  loved | | Thursday, July 17th, 2003 | | 1:11 pm |
A Commemoration
Ah, yes, I almost forgot. It was on this day 5 years ago that Ottawa experienced one of its greatest tragedies, and 4 bus drivers were shot by a gun-wielding lunatic former employee in a bus depot. On that dark day, I was so moved by these events that I had to write a poem commemorating the tragedy. It is simply called "OC Transpo Massacre", and I present it to you now, in its entirety. OC Transpo MassacreAhem. SAD SAD SAD SAD SAD SAD
BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD
DON'T YOU FUCKIN' SASS ME Current Mood: Extremely Odd | | Wednesday, July 16th, 2003 | | 11:28 pm |
Has anyone ever really sat down and LISTENED to hymnal choir music? Like, a lot of it is crap, but the REALLY good choral stuff, which might be the Russian kind, or the more traditional anglo-christian kind, is REALLY fucking good stuff. Like, download the Mormon Tabernacle Choir's "Abide With Me", it's gorgeous. I'm starting to realize that many of the Tom Waits and Leonard Cohen songs I love so much are just rewrites of old hymns. I mean, God Schmod, these people could WRITE, man! Saw 28 Days Later. Ugh. I'm not spoiling it for anyone, but even implied/possible sexual violence against women in a movie usually sends me into fits of despair and revulsion for a few days. But I'm better now. And it really has very little to do with the movie, go and see it. And for some reason, I've had "Not In Nottingham" from the old Disney version of Robin Hood stuck in my head. Does anyone remember those days? When Diseny used to not only put out good animated movies, but also used to release masterpiece soundtracks to go along with them? When they didn't get Elton Fucking John to do some bullshit songs about a non-existant Circle Of Life? Mary Poppins springs IMMEDIATELY to mind? If songs could fight, "Feed The Birds" from Poppins would make "Circle of Life" wish it had never been born. Siobhan's next album title: "Sweet Caroline" Current Mood: artistic | | Monday, July 14th, 2003 | | 12:14 am |
1. I love my new icon. 2. There's a full moon out now, on this fine sunday, which is supposed to mean that people are at their most fertile. And I therefore say: it's a good thing socks can't get pregnant. 3. Baleeted. 4. I drank ball water last night. Someone stuffed ice down the fiddler's pants and he put it in my glass. And it melted. And I drank it, and realized half a second later what it was. 5. Bouzouki Joe was arrested outside of Ottawa for having sex with his girlfriend in their car, six feet off the trans-canada. In a spirit of defiance, they drove off this morning, determined on following through on my dare: to have sex on a traffic median in Grand River, Quebec. 6. I think, and many may disagree with me here, but I think that talking about suicide in order to gain attention from your friends is one of the lowest things a human being can do. I've known SO many people who've been in agony because some stupid fuck consciously/unconsciously uses the threat of suicide as a way to gain attention and support. If anyone tried that shit with me, they could fucking blow their brains out before I'd give them an inch of sympathy. You and me and the median makes three. Hey Epi, you anywhere near the T-Dot on August 9th? Current Mood:  anxious | | Saturday, July 12th, 2003 | | 8:33 pm |
| | 3:27 pm |
Been listening to a lot of Stan Rogers. And a good pal reminded me what a good song Overkill is. What said pal doesn't know is that I was once involved in a lengthy discussion about music with Colin Hay, and this information will probably make said pal green with envy. 5 Good songs: 1. Wreck of the Athens Queen - Stan 2. Dixieland - Steve Earle 3. Telegraph Road - Dire Straits 4. Billy Murray - Chili Bean 5. The Eels - Fashion Awards Fuck I hate what Mother McGuintey's has become. Last night, a perfectly good Irish Punk show was ruined by a bunch of wriggling, scantily-clad, makeup-caked, perfume-slathered little fucking Aguilera-clones. There's something horribly wrong when a 7-piece band is ripping through "Sally MacLennane" at warp speed, and the dancers look like they're on Electric cocksucking Circus.Is it a coincidence that I typed "cancers" when I first typed "dancers" in that paragraph? I hate them. That bar didn't used to be a meat market, and now it is. Well, ladies and gentlemen, when I play there in two weeks, I am not going to show those filthy little balls of fluff the kind of courtesy The Peelers did. I am going to berate them as they have never before been berated... and I am simultaneously going to incite the more sensible people in the bar to push forward and crush those whiny, disgusting little airheads in a massive mosh pit. May the spirit of Johnny guide my sword, and if Stan Rogers is up there, somewhere, he'll look down on us and smile. Ol' Jimmy's Ireland Pics. Current Mood:  calm | | Friday, July 11th, 2003 | | 10:34 am |
Open Stagey Goodness
OOF. PISHED last night at the Oak, great open stage. Fun time. This guy said he'd buy me two Guinness if I sang the Juicy Fruit theme song, and I did, and he did. Sweet. Last year I saw this redhead at the oak and I was making moves on her... and she was really distant and dismissive, it pissed me right off. Last night, she was there, and she tried to make moves on me. Pfft. Whatever. Flirt with the hand, bitch, 'cause the dick 'aint listening. Or words to that effect. I mean, I'm not complaining, because this phenomenon is responsible for 95% of the sex I've had in my LIFE, but it sure is weird how a woman's opinion of you changes when she hears you sing. And people make fun of the "I play music to get laid" stereotype, but it works. Anyway. I'm going to go and stare out of my window into the soft rain, drink tea, and wish, yearn for emotional peace and for inner calm. Why must one lose one's innocence to become a man? *sighs* Oh, sad, sad world, when will you find your deliverance? These emotions well up inside me until I simply want to burst. Mother.... mother... is that you? Mother? Current Mood:  groggy | | Monday, July 7th, 2003 | | 12:44 pm |
Weddings and Cottars and Everything
1. I just downloaded some songs by The Cottars, a group of musical children from the east coast. And they cover a tom waits song on their album. SO brilliant. 2. I went to a wedding where the groom was teased and berated at the reception during the various speeches. Going to this thing reaffirmed one of my fundamental life principles: When I get married ( to epicurial, god willing), I'm running the fucking show. And I'm throwing the greatest after-party of the century. And no-one is making speeches unless they know what they're talking about. And there's going to be strippers. 3. I don't know why this is so fucking addictive, and if anyone can get past the 5th round, you're the superior archer. 4. Ignore your past at your own peril. Someday, it will come back and bite you in the charlies. 5. Song of the week: "Ghost" by Neutral Milk Hotel. Go get it. ( Massive Personal Revelation ) Current Mood: indifferent |
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