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CURRENTLY PLAYING: Foo Fighters

ALBUM: The Colour and The Shape

SONG: Walking After You

I may go to Raleigh this weekend to see my brother, sister-in-law, and nephews with my sister. I am just waiting to talk to her to see if we will go. That ought to be fun if we do. If we don’t, I will be helping Ben shoot Pain in Life on Friday. Today was long and fairly boring. I did a bunch of research on action script. Action script is the language that makes Flash dynamic. It seems like it is made up of fairly simple concepts, but it is of course a new language to learn. If you wonder why I always say I am going to change this blog and stuff like that, but then I don’t get around to it, it is probably because I am reading up on stuff like that instead.

Thanks to Mynx for pronouncing me as a cool guy. I appreciate the props.

I’m not doing the radio show tonight, as I am trying to focus my attention on some work. That’s a good thing though, because that will help to free me up to be able to devote more time to the show in the long run. I am sneezing and coughing like an a-hole right now. I am so sick of being sick. I am a Virgo and I am aware of the tendency for Virgos to be hypochondriacs, but the snot and red throat don’t lie. I am off to get some work done. I may be back later.

A Punchup at a Wedding by Radiohead

no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no

i don’t know why you bother

nothing’s ever good enough for you

i was there and it wasn’t like that

you came here just to start a fight

you had to piss on our parade

you had to shred our big day

you had to ruin it for all concerned

in a drunken punchup at a wedding.

hypocrite opportunist

don’t infect me with your poison

a bully in a china shop

when i turn round stay frozen to the spot.

you had to piss on our parade

you had to shred our big day

you had to ruin it for all concerned

in a drunken punchup at a wedding.

the pointless snide remarks

of hammerheaded sharks

the pot will call the kettle black

in a drunken punchup at a wedding.

no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no

go ahead the stage is yours.

if you think you can do better

you used to be alright, what-happened?

keep moving or you r dead. keep moving or you r dead.

how i wish you’d stay out of my face.

there’s always someone spoils the party

just you wait till your chained down

worried and unhinged

you have really gone and done it now

just a trick to make you stupid

all these sad heroics

let me tell you how it really is

we are here to spoil your party

empty vessels make the most noise

survival of the fittest

wading through the marshes

hypocrits, opportunists,

userers flatterers and thiefs.

im sick of all your bullshit.

im sick of all these fucking mindgames.

who invited you anyway?