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| Monday, June 8th, 2009 | | 2:16 pm |
| | Thursday, May 7th, 2009 | | 3:25 am |
This song is almost painful to sit through. But its exactly what I feel when I don't do homework. | | Thursday, April 16th, 2009 | | 2:43 pm |
I haven't really felt like doing anything for two years. 'Cept partying. | | Saturday, April 4th, 2009 | | 6:25 pm |
Can your pussy shoes smile before the mirror? And your coney hair Grab your Conan light As you walk wet streets trying to remember all the wild night Frito's in you Barry Gibb-in | | Saturday, February 14th, 2009 | | 9:28 pm |
Blink-182 is the band that made me like music. When I was in 6th grade, I sat at a table with three other guys: Tarek Patton, Nick Murray, and Nathan Modglin. I was very fat. Our first day together, we were able to establish that we all fucking LOVED blink 182. Naturally we wanted to start a band, and ,obviously, we wanted to mimic their every move. We all got our own instruments, (except for Nathan, that useless piece of shit), and used the internet to discover the magic of tabs. Our band never worked out. Nathan lived an unusually sheltered life and could never hang out, and Nick lived way the hell out on Sanibel. Tarek and I forged a friendship built upon what could be labeled a slight obsession with blink 182. There was a point in my life where I knew what equipment they used, what skateboards they used, their wives' names, the date their new album would come out, the dates their previous albums came out, potential names for their potential children, acne medication, shoe brands, t-shirt brands, pant brands, friends of theirs that they put in their music videos, favorite movies, whether or not they believed in aliens, their favorite bands, what their favorite bands thought of them, what kind of strings they used.....I knew what kind of fucking picks they used, man. I drew pictures of Tarek and I playing on stage based on the cover of their live album. This inevitably lead me to punk rock. Things got worse. I read everything I could about punk rock. I knew about shit that happened in 1977 England that no 13 year old Floridian in 2002 should have ever known. And then I found out; punks did not like blink 182. They fucking sold out. Punks can't be on a major label. Punks gotta do this and punks gotta do this and punks gotta do this and punks gotta do this. I was ashamed of myself. How could I have ever liked these assholes. I devoted my entire adolescent life to a damned lie. By the time I had reached high school, I had downright disowned those mother fuckers. I took all of their CD's and hid them under my parent's bed, hoping I'd never have to explain myself to anyone. By the time I had reached Junior year, I didn't care so much about punk guidelines. But for whatever reason, I never forgave blink 182. I told myself their songs were shit, designed to rope in fat pre-pubescent middle schoolers who giggle at the word 'scrotum' like Tarek and I. I've come full-circle. I don't give a shit anymore. Do they display competent musicianship? No. Do the lyrics have any discernible subtext? Not that I can tell. Do they push any sort of political agenda? NO! These are three guys that seem to genuinely enjoy one another's company and have made millions writing simple, catchy pop songs about sodomizing puppies. And why the fuck shouldn't they? My name is Dan Cook and I love Blink 182. | | Thursday, January 29th, 2009 | | 2:47 pm |
| | Friday, January 2nd, 2009 | | 12:10 am |
2008
My roommate, Billy, smelled like beef all year. My resolution is to change this. | | Friday, December 12th, 2008 | | 1:11 am |
| | Thursday, November 6th, 2008 | | 3:11 pm |
| | Tuesday, October 28th, 2008 | | 5:29 pm |
| | Monday, October 13th, 2008 | | 12:51 am |
I can only assume that everything is as I want to see it.
The party system ruined everything. More specifically, the two party system ruined any and all things. Politics, in this country, are no longer about order. It's about staging the most epic 'fuck-you' to the other side. We have allowed ourselves to become champions of groupthink. I don't know when it started, but it seems to have skyrocketed since the election in 1968. We are living in a country that was founded on the idea of liberty, on the idea of individual freedom, and now we've divvied ourselves up into two groups that take turns every four or eight years letting everyone know who's boss. Politicians are elected not to serve, but to make good on promises. Conservatives are attempting to use law as a means of getting everyone into heaven. Liberals are attempting to use law as a means of making everyone a more compassionate person. Conservatives aid businesses while ignoring the consumer, while liberals help the consumer and put a noose around business' neck. We have become a nation of children. This is to be expected. If it is your wish to act like someone's parent, it shouldn't surprise you when they respond like a dickhead teenager. | | Tuesday, October 7th, 2008 | | 11:37 pm |
| | Saturday, October 4th, 2008 | | 2:06 am |
Barton Fink says it all
Mastrionotti: What do you do, Fink? Barton: I write. Deutsch: Oh yeah? What kind of write? Barton: Well, as a matter of fact I write for the pictures. Mastrionotti: Big fuckin' deal. Deutsch: You want my partner to kiss your ass? Mastrionotti: Would that be good enough for you? Barton: No, I - I didn't mean to sound... Deutsch: What did you mean? Barton: I - I've got respect for - for working guys, like you... Mastrionotti: Jesus! Ain't that a load off! Charlie: C'mon Barton, you think you know about pain? You think I made your life hell? Take a look around this dump. You're just a tourist with a typewriter, Barton. Don't you understand that? And you come into MY home, and you complain that I'M making too much noise. | | Sunday, July 20th, 2008 | | 12:07 pm |
| | Saturday, June 28th, 2008 | | 4:18 pm |
Ideas are bologna. They are only good for peeling the paint off cars. | | Friday, June 20th, 2008 | | 1:29 am |
What one man can do, another man can do! Today, I'm going to kill the mother fucker. | | Tuesday, May 20th, 2008 | | 8:43 pm |
I saw this on a sign for a Baptist Church today "If evolution were true, Mothers would have four hands." I believe that one of the greatest things about human beings is that we can make a good argument for whatever. | | Saturday, May 10th, 2008 | | 6:55 pm |
Lay up nearer, brother, nearer, For my limbs are growing cold, And thy presence seemeth nearer When thine arms around me fold. I am dying, brother, dying, Soon you'll miss me in your berth; For my form will soon be lying, Beneath the ocean's briny surf. Tell my father when you see him That in death I prayed for him Prayed that I might only meet him In a world that's free from sin. Tell my mother, God assist her Now that she is growing old, That her child would glad have kissed her When his lips grew pale and cold. Listen, brother, catch each whisper 'Tis my wife I speak of now, Tell, oh tell her how I missed her When the fever burned my brow. Tell her she must kiss my children Like the kiss I last impressed, Hold them as when last I held them Held them closely to my breast. It was for them I crossed the ocean, What my hopes were I'll not tell; But they gained an orphan's portion, Yet He doeth all things well; Tell them I have reached the haven Where I sought the precious dust, And I gained a port called Heaven Where the gold will never rust | | Saturday, May 3rd, 2008 | | 9:38 pm |
Politics.
It is hard for me to feel compassion for strangers. It seems disrespectful, like assuming that a person is unable to live their own life. I have this idea for a tattoo that I want to get. It is a sketch of the Titanic sinking and breaking apart. Under it reads, "No Guarantees." Most folks hear that and think of me as a pessimist. I'm not a pessimist. I'm not an optimist. I'm not a realist. I know that shit is going to happen and it seems silly to predict whether or not it will be good or bad. The boy scouts got it right, "be prepared." I'm going to be 19 on Friday. Age 18 has been good to me. I'm glad I went through it and I await whatever comes next. I am not concerned with the truth anymore. I do not know what the truth is for anyone but myself. Its fine. | | Sunday, April 20th, 2008 | | 5:07 pm |
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