I don't know what kind of lame-ass hot dogs you guys are used to, but that would be a TERRIBLE one: all bread with just a lame little bit of meat.

(Blur)

1. Are you male or female?
-She's So High

2. Describe yourself.
-Music Is My Radar
-No Monsters in Me
-Chemical World
-Entertain Me!
-Dan Abnormal

3. What do people feel when they're around you?
-Mellow Song
-Strange News from Another Star
-It Could Be You

4. How would you describe your previous relationship?
-Death of a Party
-Movin' On
-Country Sad Ballad Man
-Brothers and Sisters
-Charmless Man

5. Describe your current relationship.
-You're So Great

6. Where would you want to be now?
-Moroccan Peoples Revolutionary Bowls Club
-London Loves

7. How do you feel about love?
-Tender
-I'm Just a Killer for Your Love
-The Universal

8. What's your life like?
-Mr. Robinson's Quango
-We've Got a File on You
-Battery in Your Leg
-Intermission

9. What would you ask for if you had only one wish?
-For Tomorrow

10. Say something wise.
-No Distance Left to Run

Disturbed -- Land of Confusion

I finally got the Ten Thousand Fists album. I'm very pleased.

I don't know what kind of turd soup you drink, WinDUH, but that's disgusting.

Bellingham -> Bellinghamsters -> Hamsterville -> (optionally) Hamster Basement

"Ow stomach ow ow why god (RETCH) ow ow ow ow need sleep oh god ow ow," pretty much sums up my night.


Apparently, I can't even keep an antacid down.

I can't lay down, either. That makes it worse.

*grumbles and cries*

*comes in late*

My computer runs on the feeling you get when you see dead trees against the steel-and-iron sky of winter.

And candy.

Though I form in a "cherry," I'm still called a "bean."
I'm roasted and ground and chock-full of caffiene.
I can be plain, or I can be "scene."
(PS: Those "corporate" people are mean.)

What am I?

The only thing I've heard from McCain supporters up here is that people will be "sorry" they voted for Obama, and that there might be riots.


Here.

In Hamsterville.


Between Seattle and Vancouver.


Where the atmosphere is so calm that the pot wafting through only makes you sleepy or gives you a headache.




Also because, y'know, there totally wasn't a party in the streets downtown here when the local university kids found out. Nope.

Nor a #####ing impromptu parade. With drums and flags and campus security.



Ahh.

Lazlo Bane -- Superman

Scrubs. :3

Is Death Cab really considered Indie anymore?

I hate the idea that not being on a major label or whatever gets you classified in a whole other genre, as if that makes any sense. And it makes the scope of what can be considered "Indie" too big to make any claim on whether you like it or not. Even if you're talking about something more specific like "Indie rock" or "Indie pop".

I don't know if Death Cab is technically independent, but I classify "indie" based on sound type and origins, rather than record labels. Much of the indie pop and indie rock scenes, at least the ones that I've heard that actually classified themselves as "Indie," do tend to share a sound in common, even with each other.


"Hipster" might be a better terminology for the specifics of what I've been listening to, I guess. Kind of.

Hm. Coffeehouse music?

<_< I followed suit.

After a few years of listening to the Postal Service, I finally branched out into Death Cab for Cutie and Rilo Kiley.

I'm really enjoying indie music again. It's awesome.

Lewis Black and George Carlin.

I actually saw Lewis Black live a few years back. I have both of his books, Me of Little Faith, and Nothing's Sacred. (I got them for my birthday). He's great to listen to, especially during trips.

Carlin... Need I say more? He's George #####in' Carlin. We have one CD of his, and it's awesome.

I voted for zombies. I really love zombie things, and it's something I'm used to. Everyone here (Bellingham) has a zombie survival plan. We talk about it at work, with friends, and even to complete strangers sometimes. (Okay, it's not as frequent an occurrence as that might lead you to believe, but it does happen often.)


Barring that, I'd definitely go for a water world, especially if mutations and/or interspecies-type combining (via surgery, because I'm not #####ing a giant squid no matter what the circumstance) is available or developed.

I like Alex's new look, personally. It suits the character she's becoming much more.

A catchy song, but I don't really wanna sing along in text form.

Also...

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE OLD?

I've got my magic card that now says I can legally buy alcohol should I feel like it. It's pretty surreal, actually.

Yup. That old-man face and hefty butt-chin sure are awesome.


Yup.

That right there made my birthday.

I'm not even kidding.

:D

Specified or not, apricot ale. :3

*opens a bottle and gets to work on the house*

*snort*

No, I was just specifying that Apricot Ale was relevant to whether or not I planned to drink.

I guess it kind of failed, eh? x3

Hey, I didn't say you weren't.

I just said that I was.

The shop itself was not what it advertised itself as.

Death by Chocolate implies gads of the stuff, on display, for purchase, from truffles to cakes, and everything else.

Not a coffee bar with sandwiches and some little chocolate things. No. Bad marketing. Bad.

Also, their chocolate cookies taste heavily of molasses.

On topic: Apricot ale.

That is all.

Aww, thanks, guys!

I had a great day. My mom took the family up to Vancouver (BC, Canada).

We spent four and a half hours or so at the aquarium. I saw every exhibit, and even caught the octopus before it decided that everyone should go away and went into its hole. The garden eels were awesome. We caught some fighting with each other, then made faces in the glass until they stopped. They're like less-exciting, long meerkats that never (or rarely) leave their holes.

Then, we went to Death by Chocolate. It was very underwhelming, as they had more sandwiches than they did chocolate. I got Nanaimo bars, though, and that's what mattered (though, for the store name, the chocolate on top was very, very thin. D: ).


I got a big box of stuff from my mom and Richard (which included both books by Lewis Black), $71 and a book from my grandmother, and a $25 gift certificate from my aunt for the local art supply store.

I also bought my first sixpack (Apricot Ale). I only drank one, though.

The ale was cheaper than a bottle of wine. Why is that?


All in all, it was bitchin'. My stomach even behaved all day (as it hasn't been lately). :3

I only really say pop when I'm trying to annoy someone.

Or if I've been around certain people.

Hey, would painting eyes on my eyelids, using white mascara on my lashes, then encircling the whole eyes in black work for a fishman's eyes?

Incubus -- Aqueous Transmission

Get a thing of black dye and re-dye it.

Wear gloves, though.


Sharpie fades and washes out after so many loads.

Hey, now. I said I wouldn't eat much.

NO.

Aww, are you sure I can't stay?



Please?


I won't eat much...

Can't be a dentata at work.

Or make that elaborate of a costume in a month.


I'm considering combining the two concepts and being a resident of Innsmouth.

Yeah. I watched last season only because we're down to one TV channel now.

Though, it is fun watching some of them sing.

I've noticed that the Canadian versions of both Idol and So You Think You Can Dance have more appeal to them than the US versions. I think I appreciate the surplus of actual musicians on Idol, and the energy is just better on Dance.

I'm starting a maybe story. I can't think how to tie in this stream that looks like the ground is melting, though.

Otherwise, I'm trying to decide whether I'm investing in Halloween to the point of being a zombie or to the point of being a green giant squid.

Suggestions, please.

I want to get a good pair of DJ-quality headphones, but have no way of saving up for them right now.

I really want ones that have the look, and the additional sound quality would be nice, too.


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Now listening to: A Shoggoth on the Roof (Original Cast Recording)

Happy birthday!

Incubus -- Are You In?

I like Switchfoot.

How is Switchfoot relevant to Japanese rock?



Gorillaz -- Demon Days (album in full)

Lettuce does not taste like water.

It also depends on what kind of lettuce you buy. Arugula, romaine and iceberg all taste very different.

Raw broccoli is the best.

I enjoy the taste of broccoli.

Hey, guys... I couldn't help smelling the salt on your dinner, so I invited myself over.


Is that okay?

I like SoaD. They generally set a good mood, and make good background music.

The Pillows -- Moon is Mine

xD I found the song/band combo entertaining.

Modest Mouse -- Satin in a Coffin (Live)
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Talking Heads -- Girlfriend is Better

I recently conquered all of my known gross-outs.

I welcome challenges.

The first leaves of autumn crash against the windowpanes
One or two survivors push through the small opening, blowing past my face
The storm brews, the wind bending the waves and trees alike
The still-clinging leaves whisper, rustle, their reality shaken, death eminent

The hail comes first, the driving force that clears the path for raindrops
Drumming the earth and rooftops in its fury, setting the rhythm
Rumbling, clattering, sizzling as the rain joins in the dance
A frying pan full of water and oil, spitting and spraying and stinging

It stops for a moment, still as the glass in a hand-mirror
Then comes the new rain; soft, gentle, comforting, motherly
Caressing the fallen leaves and twigs, washing them down the street
The sidewalk clean, the gutters full of the once-glorious life of a leaf

Greens, golds, yellows, reds, floating in an arc on the tides
Moving swiftly toward the stream, catching on small plants yet living
Protection for stability, shield for lodging, warmth of fireside chats
Brethren circle down to join kin, some caught on the last snippets of winds

The storm clouds break apart, the rays of sunset bathe the scene
Surreal, glistening, reds and golds in spite of all else
Dark clouds purple, shadows pacing the earth o'er all upon it
Rising, stretching, blending into the final curtain of night

Getting drunk is not my idea of fun. A glass or two (or the relative measurement for whatever you're drinking) can be fun, but within defined limits.

Ritalin and frequent exposure to second-hand marijuana smoke have completely turned me off of non-alcohol drugs, as well as not liking to not be myself without control. (I love acting, but that is not the same kind of not being yourself.)

I'll drink wine and ales for the most part. I can't drink rum, and I like vodka, but not straight.

"I wonder what this tastes like" counts as special.

Concurred!

You got a thing against curls, Sano?