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Hubris Guitar Pedals

Yes, that's a massive "H" etched in aluminum. Serendipity, i tell you...

on phone bankers

five overdraft fees each for a handful of purchases all less than ten dollars. one hundred and seventy five clams. call the call center and all they can do is hold your head up and pat your forehead with a wet rag. the hemorrhage will stop soon, no there's absolutely nothing i can do about it. tell me a sob story, i will hear you cry but all i can do is wither everyday knowing that i hear a hundred others, half true, half asleep, with a headset staring into a prescribed void of forms and numbers. half truths, these are all lies and they're staring at my face and i want to rip them all out and spit and burn them but they're virtual, they're a farce, an idea in a floating point representation. zeros and ones that add up to faces and failures and dreams being pricked into oblivion like a balloon in a rose field, like a tear into a cocktail, i'm alive and so is she and in the end i accepted my fate and told her so, not quite artfully but she got the message and for a second i was talking to a human. she'll get laid off too someday, she has kids and health issues and a life and my finances are but a microsecond of her busy day and everyday she has to face a thousand questions that are all basically the same. reverse these fees. and her answer, keeping time and providing counterpoint: there's nothing i can do.

i hope her kids are fed tonight. i hope all is well with those people buffers because they're just the voice of a monster that is half imagined but able to affect. i hate those numbers and i hate having to need them to survive.

and to these faceless institutions growing without a soul or shape, a cancerous little thing called love, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, my country tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, to thee i $ling and owe and make this diseased framework grow.

google chrome, hunter s thompson, a career, caring

the title reads like the labels for this post. this has been a very transformative period in my life. i am on the verge of finishing my undergrad degree. i switched from firefox to google chrome. i am beginning to care about life. i am not enlightened but i feel better than i have in ages.

better quit (this post not life) while i'm ahead.

toodles.

random bald dude i couldn't remember but the power of the internet hooked me up

i nearly gave myself an aneurysm trying to figure out where this scene was from. watched entire harold and kumar go to white castle poorly recalling that it was there. then i thought it was the big lebowski and finally i remembered the dude was in office space. hurray. the memory of this was sparked by the latest kings episode. the doctor attending silas' son looks a lot like the "i'm not gay" guy. enjoy.

why i drink

fuck the world for the win a slogan world is deep within the alleywas are full of litter and calamine lotion bottles emptied of their contents set to win, keyed and frayed, empty passage ways run through at the deepest moonlight decadence is welcome and sanity is overrated. make it count, make all of it count. grab this life by its coat tails and dangle on half person on a skate board losing your balance.  devoid of all things to lose we are at the bottom and it suddenly becomes so easy to see the top. i know what to do but i also know what i want to do. desire and need clash and they're never the same thing. god grants no favors or victories. just defeats and lessons learned in time, seeds planted, plants sown, there's a reaction to every cause, there's a cause for every action, an invisible line tugging at your shirtsleves mimed at a moments notice when there's nothing left to lose.

charlie murphy and postmodernism and blah

went crazy and now watching a gallagher brother impersonate john lennon. i have to fight the temptation to continue purchasing idiocies. i have to fight the temptation to drink again. finalizing classes, talked to my professor friends. hopefully they printed it out. had a hungover morning. listened to the grateful dead on the trip back home. they are a cheeky bunch. excellent musicians in spite of all the drugs inside them. i should be talking about stuff i'm listening to currently, since this is primarily a music blog. no such luck today, didn't do much listening. did a lot of watching.

pilot episode of "kings" was predictably magnifiscient. king silas (saul) was on deadwood. haven't seen deadwood but the strength of his performance in kings makes me want to. in addition to all the cursing. maybe i will talk about oasis. their chord progressions are so simple. its music that sounds like it's always existed. anthemic bastards. lie to me continues to please. good acting is a rare commodity.

slept through the city. the world is a funny place. everything is following the logical progression into absurdity. shows like the city are half hour long commercials. pretty people selling pretting things. it's always been that way. mtv is doing it very shamelessly.

during the comedy central roast of larry the cable guy i saw gary busey deliver a intelligent and insightful analysis of larry's comedy. and then he ends: but what the fuck do i know, i'm gary busey. classic. also, i knew mr. cable guy would break character at the very end. charmingly defined selling out: and to thine own self be true- aww, goddamn, that doesn't fit on a bottle cap, GIT-R-DUN...

that's 50 million dollars talking. like dane cook and his douchey unoriginality or carlos mencia. greg geraldo is the butt of unknown jokes at all the roasts, yet he's in ALL the roasts. what is selling out anyway? greg geraldo can't afford the insurance on one of mencia's cars despite being more talented.

i guess selling out is being a pretty package, a product and nothing else. no humanity allowed. that's why dave chapelle went nuts. i don't suppose to know much about that though.

enjoy charlie murphy: