I am retiring this blog cause Blogger sucks. All my shit is now at my new Wordpress blog and all my updates will be on that new blog, not here. Visit if you feel like finding out what I'm up to. I know you'll want to know.
And that is all. For good this time.
Showing posts with label the end of the world. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the end of the world. Show all posts
March 12, 2011
December 13, 2010
Huge Barrels of AIDS
This is going to sound too damn cliche coming from me.
I hate attention whores, fame whores, no-good sluts and anyone who's famous for doing absolutely nothing.
I believe in fairness and earning one's money the right way. The world is already unfair enough with all the genocides and wars and social inequality to be letting ordinary sluts take control of the entire planet.
Who cares what Miley Cyrus smoked on her birthday? We all know she's doomed to have a sex tape leaked on the internet soon, and her rehab stint is probably already paid for. Why is it surprising the kid is doing drugs? And why do we care she is? I bet we wouldn't care that much if it was one of our own friends doing it. We wouldn't even give a shit if we ourselves did it!
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| "Lindsay is my role model." |
And what about Kim Kardashian's ass? I know LOTS of women with an ass just as big as hers, and I don't see them naked all over the internet. In fact, I know people whose big asses are far more talented than Kim Kardashian's will ever be, and I don't see them making big bucks for showing up at parties and blowing crusty ass dudes.
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| Big talent |
Seriously, die already. I really hope all these girls fall into a huge pool of AIDS with their eyes wide open and go the fuck away. They really don't do anything for humanity, and the world wouldn't suffer if they were gone. Maybe lots of nerdy sociopaths will cry at the loss of their daily supply of masturbatory material, but I am pretty sure they would find a replacement soon. Hentai would be a good choice.
Thanks to my good friend Eduardo for coining the term "barrel of AIDS" and letting me use it, as well as its myriad variations. Kim Kardashian's ass is a huge barrel of AIDS.
July 27, 2010
Eulogy
I'm sorry, but I have lost all love and respect for my career. Translation and Interpretation, that is. At this point, I think it's stuipid, ridiculous and pathetic that I spent so much time fucking around with stupid translations and speeches trying to prove myself and pretend I'm talented at something. I am not. I'd rather spend my life waiting tables than translate for a living. Yes, this sounds spoiled, childish and pissy, but I don't care. I've never been completely certain about the career path I chose four years ago, and tonight, more than ever, I'm sure I made the wrong fucking choice.
I refuse to accept that, in order to be successful in life, I need to be smarter than anybody. I can't bear the idea of spending long, neverending hours in front of the computer thinking of nice-sounding ways of saying some boring, fucked up shit I could care less about. I'm ungrateful, I'm young and immature and unsure about my future. I give you that. But if being a translator/interpreter means being a stuck up, self-absorbed whiny cunt, I'd rather do something a little more dignifying with my time, like growing my own vegetables or learning to make synth music.
I know I'm unsure about a lot of things, but I know the very few I really like, and I know that won't ever change: Music, writing, learning, living and loving. I can't sacrifice any one of my few passions over something I've barely become used to. If I let myself lose one of the few things I still care for, it'll be like voluntarily jumping into a shark-infested ocean.
I don't know what I'm gonna do in the future. I don't even know if I'll be alive long enough to live in the future. All I know is, right now, I don't feel like I belong here, with any of you. Thanks for the memories, though.
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Now playing: Delorean - Seasun
via FoxyTunes
I refuse to accept that, in order to be successful in life, I need to be smarter than anybody. I can't bear the idea of spending long, neverending hours in front of the computer thinking of nice-sounding ways of saying some boring, fucked up shit I could care less about. I'm ungrateful, I'm young and immature and unsure about my future. I give you that. But if being a translator/interpreter means being a stuck up, self-absorbed whiny cunt, I'd rather do something a little more dignifying with my time, like growing my own vegetables or learning to make synth music.
I know I'm unsure about a lot of things, but I know the very few I really like, and I know that won't ever change: Music, writing, learning, living and loving. I can't sacrifice any one of my few passions over something I've barely become used to. If I let myself lose one of the few things I still care for, it'll be like voluntarily jumping into a shark-infested ocean.
I don't know what I'm gonna do in the future. I don't even know if I'll be alive long enough to live in the future. All I know is, right now, I don't feel like I belong here, with any of you. Thanks for the memories, though.
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Now playing: Delorean - Seasun
via FoxyTunes
May 30, 2010
On Education and Insanity
"Concern". This was the subject for an email I got from my dean last Friday. "Concern over some strong, gross comments I'd made regarding my school, the T&I department and everyone in it" last Thursday with a couple of friends. I guess you can say my opinions were very strong and uncalled for, but of all the things I've learned in my twenty one years of life, shutting up isn't one of them. So I dropped a couple angry bombs, one even literal, and ranted on about how much everything sucks and how I want to kill everyone, etc. You know, the usual angry stuff you say when you're pissed off/joking with your friends. What, you don't say that? Ok, I guess it's just me then.
Right now I think I pretty much made myself look like an asshole here, so I guess I should explain in full the circumstances under which I made such inappropriate comments. It's rather long and retarded, so whoever is reading should just sit down and grab a cup of tea or something.
As some people may know (most may not), I finished school in March. Okay, not really finished forever, but rather finished with my curriculum and awaiting the formal stuff you need in this country in order to graduate (graduation seminars, thesis, final T&I exams, Spanish proficiency exam, ice cream trip with my T&I classmates, etc.). I have been waiting for an answer as to when this wonderful stuff is gonna start happening practically all year, but hadn't bothered to ask because I had been busy one way or another, either with school or work, to actually think about it. But last week I did think about it and I got a little depressed. I felt hopeless and alone in this quest for enlightenment, and the only one to blame was my dean.
You see, the way the system works in my school, they can't open graduation seminars for less than 15 people. This wouldn't be a problem if I'd studied something normal like Economics or Law, or what-have-you, but not me. I'm never normal. I studied Translation and Interpretation, the best, most awesome major in the entire world, with the grand total of 50 students enrolled in its program. Of these 50 people, only 6, including myself, are advanced and close to graduation. And as it turns out, the people who are ready to graduate (3, myself included) have to wait for the others who are not quite ready yet, so we can all take the seminars together, cause sadly, they can't open seminars for only three students. Ya following here? Guess I'm not so much of an asshole now, am I? Well, wait, cause the best part is yet to come.
Enters the government and its fucked up nature. In 2008 a new education bill was drafted, and it stirred up some trouble, as it literally destroyed the country's entire educational system. Not sure if it's already in full effect, but it would appear so as every school is going nuts over it and students are already rioting about it. One of its main points of focus is the addition of credits to every major's curriculum. We're not talking about 10 more credits or any of that easy stuff. No, we're talking about 80 credits, give or take. Even though all government institutions clearly stated from the beginning that this law would not be retroactive, meaning it would never affect people like me and my T&I group, my school has taken upon itself the arduous task of making students miserable over the new Education Bill. That means that everyone who is about to graduate, well won't anymore, unless they take more subjects following the new curriculum and accumulate more credits.
My dean met with us a few times last year to discuss the new adjustments made to the old curricula. The evil Education Bill had pretty much destroyed my old '06 curriculum. Some of the subjects I'd taken no longer existed! But here's the cool part: Since me and my five T&I friends were already pretty close to graduation, she insisted we kept taking the classes we needed according to our initial curricula, and then, as an option, take extra courses to either get a minor or just to take classes for the sake of it and get credits for them. She explained in detail she would give us credits for practice hours, our graduation seminars/thesis/graduation exams, plus some other stuff that, if added up, gave us the desired number of 225 credits we all need now, supposedly.
So I did this. I did exactly what she said I should do. I took about 8 extra classes and, according to the dean's recommendations, I should be fine, right? Hell, with all those things she said she would give us all credits for, we were all ready to go. WRONG!
So this is where we fast forward to last week. I emailed the dean at 3 am asking her what had happened to the seminars and if she had an answer for me because, naturally, I was getting a little impatient. She replied first thing in the morning saying she was working on it, counting all my credits and adjusting them to the new curriculum, and she would give me an answer soon. And then, as typical of her, a slew of emails followed, vaguely explaining that we all needed to take extra courses because, as it turns out, the horrible, horrible Education Bill had changed yet again, and we were all short of credits. Ack. She summoned us up to a meeting on Thursday to discuss the new changes that had been made to our poor curriculum and to talk about the "great new classes she had available for us".
Ok, so the meeting with the dean went pretty much like this:
Dean: Ok, you guys need to take about 8 more subjects cause the Ministry says I can't give you credits for the seminars/thesis/exams.
Students: :O :O :O
Dean: But don't worry cause I have some great new courses for you! I'm bringing professors from Hunter College and Spain and some other great people and this is gonna be good for you!
Cat: But hey, wait a minute, I had all the credits I needed, I don't need any more courses!
Dean: Oh hey, well I don't know about that but you must have miscounted. So anyway...
Cat: No, no, look, here! I have enough credits, see?
Dean: Oh, oops! I guess I should work on that again, cause it seems I made a whoopsie and didn't adapt these 5 courses on the new curriculum. Don't worry, I'll work on that. But the rest of you guys have to take 8 more classes, otherwise you can't graduate.
Student 1: I want to kill myself.
Cat: And what about me, what do I do if I have all the credits I need?
Dean: Oh, you wait for the rest to finish taking classes and then you take the seminars with them.
*FACEPALM*
So this is when the insanity starts. I made these comments I mentioned above in my usual campy, un-serious way, in the company of close friends who understand my situation. And yes, this is when I said "I wanted to beat the living shit out of everyone at this school, cause everything is fucking bullshit and I'm sick of this fucking stupid school, hahahaha!". Yes, it's pretty bad, but dude... I'd just been told I would graduate in 2078! Whatever.
Now I don't know exactly how she found out, but she did, cause next thing I know, the dean is emailing me about how inappropriate and unprofessional I am and how disappointed she is in me and how much I suck. Yeah, yeah. Not only that, but she bothered to CC EVERYONE in the department, including professors who don't even work at the school anymore! She also sent hate emails to my friends telling them practically the same thing she told me in the first email. I obviously replied telling her that these comments were made in an informal, private setting, and they should not be taken literally, because they just express the anger of the moment over a very difficult situation I'm being put through. She replied saying I can't be two people at the same time and if this is how I am with my friends, this is how I am everywhere else. So basically, I'm an awful person. Horrible.
Dude, seriously. Cut the crap. Anyone with a little common sense would understand these comments were NOT serious and I do not want to beat them all up. And what's up with the massive CCing?! I mean, she's trying to ruin my reputation here! In all my years at school, I have had a clean record, a 4.0 GPA, several awards for outstanding academic achievement, and countless opportunities to prove myself and how capable I am, and she just ruined that for some stupid comments I made when I was angry? I know it was my fault, but come on, you can't be serious about this. Now, I don't know how I'm going to fix this, but it seems to me like such idiotic, square bullshit. Sorry to be crass, but this is how it is. If a person who gave the impression of being wise beyond her years, educated, understanding and experienced comes and gives you and your academic history the finger over some silly immature comments you made UNDER EXTREMELY DIFFICULT CIRCUMSTANCES, then they don't deserve to be in that position, you know? And why try to ruin my reputation in the whole department? These are people who knew me and talked to me as friends, not as professors. How can I not be outraged if she's singlehandedly putting me at the top of everyone's shitlist including hers! So now I'm depressed, blackballed and hopeless.
I'm sorry, maybe I'm wrong here and she's right. I'd like to think some of my argument is right though, cause if it isn't, then the world is more fucked up than I thought. At this point, I don't care if they love me or hate me, I just want to graduate. I hope the dean understands that she ruined every single plan I had after graduation, and I am losing my head over it. I guess she doesn't, otherwise this wouldn't have ever happened.
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Now playing: Alva Noto - Prototype 5
via FoxyTunes
Right now I think I pretty much made myself look like an asshole here, so I guess I should explain in full the circumstances under which I made such inappropriate comments. It's rather long and retarded, so whoever is reading should just sit down and grab a cup of tea or something.
As some people may know (most may not), I finished school in March. Okay, not really finished forever, but rather finished with my curriculum and awaiting the formal stuff you need in this country in order to graduate (graduation seminars, thesis, final T&I exams, Spanish proficiency exam, ice cream trip with my T&I classmates, etc.). I have been waiting for an answer as to when this wonderful stuff is gonna start happening practically all year, but hadn't bothered to ask because I had been busy one way or another, either with school or work, to actually think about it. But last week I did think about it and I got a little depressed. I felt hopeless and alone in this quest for enlightenment, and the only one to blame was my dean.
You see, the way the system works in my school, they can't open graduation seminars for less than 15 people. This wouldn't be a problem if I'd studied something normal like Economics or Law, or what-have-you, but not me. I'm never normal. I studied Translation and Interpretation, the best, most awesome major in the entire world, with the grand total of 50 students enrolled in its program. Of these 50 people, only 6, including myself, are advanced and close to graduation. And as it turns out, the people who are ready to graduate (3, myself included) have to wait for the others who are not quite ready yet, so we can all take the seminars together, cause sadly, they can't open seminars for only three students. Ya following here? Guess I'm not so much of an asshole now, am I? Well, wait, cause the best part is yet to come.
Enters the government and its fucked up nature. In 2008 a new education bill was drafted, and it stirred up some trouble, as it literally destroyed the country's entire educational system. Not sure if it's already in full effect, but it would appear so as every school is going nuts over it and students are already rioting about it. One of its main points of focus is the addition of credits to every major's curriculum. We're not talking about 10 more credits or any of that easy stuff. No, we're talking about 80 credits, give or take. Even though all government institutions clearly stated from the beginning that this law would not be retroactive, meaning it would never affect people like me and my T&I group, my school has taken upon itself the arduous task of making students miserable over the new Education Bill. That means that everyone who is about to graduate, well won't anymore, unless they take more subjects following the new curriculum and accumulate more credits.
My dean met with us a few times last year to discuss the new adjustments made to the old curricula. The evil Education Bill had pretty much destroyed my old '06 curriculum. Some of the subjects I'd taken no longer existed! But here's the cool part: Since me and my five T&I friends were already pretty close to graduation, she insisted we kept taking the classes we needed according to our initial curricula, and then, as an option, take extra courses to either get a minor or just to take classes for the sake of it and get credits for them. She explained in detail she would give us credits for practice hours, our graduation seminars/thesis/graduation exams, plus some other stuff that, if added up, gave us the desired number of 225 credits we all need now, supposedly.
So I did this. I did exactly what she said I should do. I took about 8 extra classes and, according to the dean's recommendations, I should be fine, right? Hell, with all those things she said she would give us all credits for, we were all ready to go. WRONG!
So this is where we fast forward to last week. I emailed the dean at 3 am asking her what had happened to the seminars and if she had an answer for me because, naturally, I was getting a little impatient. She replied first thing in the morning saying she was working on it, counting all my credits and adjusting them to the new curriculum, and she would give me an answer soon. And then, as typical of her, a slew of emails followed, vaguely explaining that we all needed to take extra courses because, as it turns out, the horrible, horrible Education Bill had changed yet again, and we were all short of credits. Ack. She summoned us up to a meeting on Thursday to discuss the new changes that had been made to our poor curriculum and to talk about the "great new classes she had available for us".
Ok, so the meeting with the dean went pretty much like this:
Dean: Ok, you guys need to take about 8 more subjects cause the Ministry says I can't give you credits for the seminars/thesis/exams.
Students: :O :O :O
Dean: But don't worry cause I have some great new courses for you! I'm bringing professors from Hunter College and Spain and some other great people and this is gonna be good for you!
Cat: But hey, wait a minute, I had all the credits I needed, I don't need any more courses!
Dean: Oh hey, well I don't know about that but you must have miscounted. So anyway...
Cat: No, no, look, here! I have enough credits, see?
Dean: Oh, oops! I guess I should work on that again, cause it seems I made a whoopsie and didn't adapt these 5 courses on the new curriculum. Don't worry, I'll work on that. But the rest of you guys have to take 8 more classes, otherwise you can't graduate.
Student 1: I want to kill myself.
Cat: And what about me, what do I do if I have all the credits I need?
Dean: Oh, you wait for the rest to finish taking classes and then you take the seminars with them.
*FACEPALM*
So this is when the insanity starts. I made these comments I mentioned above in my usual campy, un-serious way, in the company of close friends who understand my situation. And yes, this is when I said "I wanted to beat the living shit out of everyone at this school, cause everything is fucking bullshit and I'm sick of this fucking stupid school, hahahaha!". Yes, it's pretty bad, but dude... I'd just been told I would graduate in 2078! Whatever.
Now I don't know exactly how she found out, but she did, cause next thing I know, the dean is emailing me about how inappropriate and unprofessional I am and how disappointed she is in me and how much I suck. Yeah, yeah. Not only that, but she bothered to CC EVERYONE in the department, including professors who don't even work at the school anymore! She also sent hate emails to my friends telling them practically the same thing she told me in the first email. I obviously replied telling her that these comments were made in an informal, private setting, and they should not be taken literally, because they just express the anger of the moment over a very difficult situation I'm being put through. She replied saying I can't be two people at the same time and if this is how I am with my friends, this is how I am everywhere else. So basically, I'm an awful person. Horrible.
Dude, seriously. Cut the crap. Anyone with a little common sense would understand these comments were NOT serious and I do not want to beat them all up. And what's up with the massive CCing?! I mean, she's trying to ruin my reputation here! In all my years at school, I have had a clean record, a 4.0 GPA, several awards for outstanding academic achievement, and countless opportunities to prove myself and how capable I am, and she just ruined that for some stupid comments I made when I was angry? I know it was my fault, but come on, you can't be serious about this. Now, I don't know how I'm going to fix this, but it seems to me like such idiotic, square bullshit. Sorry to be crass, but this is how it is. If a person who gave the impression of being wise beyond her years, educated, understanding and experienced comes and gives you and your academic history the finger over some silly immature comments you made UNDER EXTREMELY DIFFICULT CIRCUMSTANCES, then they don't deserve to be in that position, you know? And why try to ruin my reputation in the whole department? These are people who knew me and talked to me as friends, not as professors. How can I not be outraged if she's singlehandedly putting me at the top of everyone's shitlist including hers! So now I'm depressed, blackballed and hopeless.
I'm sorry, maybe I'm wrong here and she's right. I'd like to think some of my argument is right though, cause if it isn't, then the world is more fucked up than I thought. At this point, I don't care if they love me or hate me, I just want to graduate. I hope the dean understands that she ruined every single plan I had after graduation, and I am losing my head over it. I guess she doesn't, otherwise this wouldn't have ever happened.
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Now playing: Alva Noto - Prototype 5
via FoxyTunes
May 17, 2010
I Think Attention Needs to Be Drawn to This
I'm so not keeping up with new indie releases -- I know I should have blogged about this song last year. I intended to, but I'm lazy and had other less important things to deal with at the time.
This is a great song. I love this band and how their style keeps going back and forth within the scope of bloghouse indie. Maybe it's just me, but every single one of their songs sounds different from the other. That's quite nice, given that we're surrounded by mass-produced, entry-level indie bands making forgettable, disposable music with pre-programmed beats on their Casios (see MGMT); and when playing some stupid kiddie xylophone on top that same Casio shit magically turns that piece of mediocre musicianship into a genius, groundbreaking work of art (see Vampire Weekend). What kind of world are we living in?!
Wish there were more bands like Atlas Sound (definitely recommend them) and Memory Tapes. Not that I'm a huge fan of either, but they're probably two of the better choices in today's indie.
Oh, BTW... do I hear New Order in this song?
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Now playing: The Faint - Southern Belles in London Sing
via FoxyTunes
This is a great song. I love this band and how their style keeps going back and forth within the scope of bloghouse indie. Maybe it's just me, but every single one of their songs sounds different from the other. That's quite nice, given that we're surrounded by mass-produced, entry-level indie bands making forgettable, disposable music with pre-programmed beats on their Casios (see MGMT); and when playing some stupid kiddie xylophone on top that same Casio shit magically turns that piece of mediocre musicianship into a genius, groundbreaking work of art (see Vampire Weekend). What kind of world are we living in?!
Wish there were more bands like Atlas Sound (definitely recommend them) and Memory Tapes. Not that I'm a huge fan of either, but they're probably two of the better choices in today's indie.
Oh, BTW... do I hear New Order in this song?
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Now playing: The Faint - Southern Belles in London Sing
via FoxyTunes
December 31, 2009
We Interrupt You NYE Celebrations...
... Because former Birthday Party guitarist Rowland S. Howard died.
(Why couldn't it be Rush Limbaugh, why?!?!?!)I am so sorry for the world, what we have lost will never be replaced. One of my favorite guitarists of all time, I have been a fan of his since he was in Nick Cave's pre-Birthday Party project, Boys Next Door. Through the years I've followed his work closely and knowing that no more greatness will come from this man makes me very sad.
Why have so many people died this year? Ugh, cannot wait for it to be over! Less than twelve hours to go, thank goodness.
Rest in Peace, Mr. Howard.
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Now playing: Crime & the City Solution - Motherless Child
via FoxyTunes
October 18, 2009
EXTRA! EXTRA!!!
(Yes, I know I'm breaking the Trent embargo. Won't happen again.)
So, Trent Reznor got married tonight. Big fucking deal.
I'm posting this to celebrate that TR has officially abandonedwhatever was left of his sanity singlehood.
PRETTY HATE MACHINE
Initial favorite: Head Like a Hole
Actual favorite: Sin
Song I usually skip: Kinda I Want To
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Ringfinger
BROKEN
Initial favorite: Gave Up
Actual favorite: Happiness in Slavery, Physical
Song I usually skip: Pinion
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Wish
DOWNWARD SPIRAL
Initial favorite: Hurt
Actual favorite: Eraser
Song I usually skip: The Downward Spiral, I Do Not Want This
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Heresy
THE FRAGILE
Initial favorite: The Fragile
Actual favorite: Just Like You Imagined, Underneath it All
Song I usually skip: FUCKING NONE cause it's The Fragile. Not even Ripe (With Decay)
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Somewhat Damaged, La Mer
WITH TEETH
Initial favorite: The Hand that Feeds
Actual favorite: Sunspots, Beside You in Time
Song I usually skip: Don't skip them, but after listening to Every Day is Exactly the Same and Only so many times, I'm kinda bored by them now.
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: All the Love in the World
YEAR ZERO
Initial favorite: Survivalism
Actual favorite: Hyperpower!
Song I usually skip: Zero Sum
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Capital G, Meet Your Master
GHOSTS I-IV
Initial favorite: 1 Ghosts I
Actual favorite: 4 Ghosts I
Song I usually skip: Uhhh, this sucks, but I skip most of the Ghosts.
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: 19 Ghosts III
So, Trent Reznor got married tonight. Big fucking deal.
I'm posting this to celebrate that TR has officially abandoned
PRETTY HATE MACHINE
Initial favorite: Head Like a Hole
Actual favorite: Sin
Song I usually skip: Kinda I Want To
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Ringfinger
BROKEN
Initial favorite: Gave Up
Actual favorite: Happiness in Slavery, Physical
Song I usually skip: Pinion
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Wish
DOWNWARD SPIRAL
Initial favorite: Hurt
Actual favorite: Eraser
Song I usually skip: The Downward Spiral, I Do Not Want This
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Heresy
THE FRAGILE
Initial favorite: The Fragile
Actual favorite: Just Like You Imagined, Underneath it All
Song I usually skip: FUCKING NONE cause it's The Fragile. Not even Ripe (With Decay)
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Somewhat Damaged, La Mer
WITH TEETH
Initial favorite: The Hand that Feeds
Actual favorite: Sunspots, Beside You in Time
Song I usually skip: Don't skip them, but after listening to Every Day is Exactly the Same and Only so many times, I'm kinda bored by them now.
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: All the Love in the World
YEAR ZERO
Initial favorite: Survivalism
Actual favorite: Hyperpower!
Song I usually skip: Zero Sum
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Capital G, Meet Your Master
GHOSTS I-IV
Initial favorite: 1 Ghosts I
Actual favorite: 4 Ghosts I
Song I usually skip: Uhhh, this sucks, but I skip most of the Ghosts.
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: 19 Ghosts III
THE SLIP
Initial favorite: Letting You, Head Down
Actual favorite: 1,000,000
Song I usually skip: Ahh... Corona Radiata, 999,999, Demon Seed
Song I disliked initially but it grew on me: Echoplex
Congrats to the bride and groom. I give them three months.
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Now playing: Lullabye Arkestra - Ass Worship
via FoxyTunes
October 17, 2009
OH HELL NO!!!
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!! Gvujbwduwgdbidhgwuasjnbwugdvwjhdbwuhgdxvwjd xbhusdvxihjwnd bhwegdojkw dkjhbwjknb2wieho2knwkqh hwqsnwjhdbsj2wndkhn!!!
FUCKKKK!!!!
*sigh* You're an idiot. Fuck you a thousand times.
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Now playing: The Dresden Dolls - Coin-Operated Boy
via FoxyTunes
FUCKKKK!!!!
*sigh* You're an idiot. Fuck you a thousand times.
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Now playing: The Dresden Dolls - Coin-Operated Boy
via FoxyTunes
September 15, 2009
Memories...
Sara's going away party.
Mafer, Sara, Jumby and I. (don't fucking look at me, that's a very unflattering angle)
Julia!
Class of '10, '11, '12, '13 saying goodbye to Sara. Can anyone spot me? I can't.
I miss you already. So does Grecia.
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Now playing: Catherine Wheel - Salt
via FoxyTunes
Mafer, Sara, Jumby and I. (don't fucking look at me, that's a very unflattering angle)
Julia!
Class of '10, '11, '12, '13 saying goodbye to Sara. Can anyone spot me? I can't.
I miss you already. So does Grecia.
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Now playing: Catherine Wheel - Salt
via FoxyTunes
September 11, 2009
Wave, wave, wave, wave goodbye...
And so, the day has arrived. Thursday, September 10th, 2009. The unstoppable force of nature that is Nine Inch Nails as a live entity has officially ceased to exist as of today.
I am filled with mixed feelings right now, unable to display emotion, but keeping it all tightly inside my chest. On one hand, I'm cynical, believing this is a big fat lie and NIN will go back to the world of touring after an extended and well deserved break. I'm also hopeful, because if this is correct, that means eventually, I will get another chance to witness the sheer brilliance of my favorite band's show; as I never got my 'Downward Spiral album on its entirety' experience, or my 'special guests' experience, or any awe-inspiring NIN moment worth recalling, and even though I was able to watch all of these remarkable events from afar at least, I was green with envy to know so many people were there and I was not. I was, at some point, very apathetic towards this tour, and this band, and its mastermind -- a series of poor decisions and anger issues on his part sort of blew my bubble, so to speak, and made me lose interest in everything regarding him and his band. Yes, I have been feeling all sorts of things today. I woke up excited to see what surprises awaited us tonight. Logged on to Twitter to find all my Tweeple (people I'm Twitter friends with lol), who are mostly NIN fans too, walking down memory lane, remembering their favorite NIN moments, saying goodbye to a big part of their lives -- a collective farewell to the one thing that brought an entire community together. I felt nostalgic, like I had this huge hole in my stomach that wouldn't fucking close. I forgot about NIN for a while as I focused on my real life for a change. Then I came back home and the landslide of love and devotion towards the band was in full swing. I joined the cause, tweeted my ass off, and helped do this, which made me feel happy and giddy and proud:
All those tweets with the #NIN hashtag from NIN fans everywhere made the last #NIN show into a number one trending topic on Twitter. Fuck yes.
Now, as the last show is happening in Los Angeles, miles, time zones, millions of people away from me, I can't help feeling this overwhelming wave of anger and sadness wash over me. Why the fuck would you quit now? Why the fuck would you do this to so many people? Oh, fuck! I am sad, because an era is officially ending tonight, and as someone who has been a part of it for well over 8 years, I don't want to see it go away. It would be like saying goodbye to my adolescence, all those years of singing Hurt with such fervor tears fell down involuntarily, all those nights screaming to Head Like a Hole emulating Reznor's emotion. All the 'fist fuck's, all the 'fuck you like an animal's, all the 'starfuckers'. If there's anything I can say Reznor has taught me well throughout all these years, is to feel, intensely and passionately. And to curse. Intensely and passionately as well. In LA, the show keeps going and feeling is coming back to me. Eyes shut tight, keeping tiny tears inside. *must.not.cry, for fuck's sake*
I am gonna break the Trent embargo that I claimed here only to say this:
Reznor, I know you're an asshole and regardless of how I feel about you in general right now, I cannot NOT thank you. Everything I am right now has been influenced one way or another by you and your fucked up shit. Who would have thought that your angst-ridden electro-noise would bring me so much joy and life. So now you're waving us goodbye and going away to do God-knows-what, and God knows I wholeheartedly disagree with whatever it is that you're about to do, but at least I had a chance to wave you goodbye like you asked us on that one post on nin.com. So thank you. I'm always awkward with thank you's, but since you're not reading this, I don't give a shit. I just had to get it out somehow, and now I did. I know this is not the end of NIN. You've said it a million times already, you're gonna keep working on music, blah blah blah. I also know there'll be a comeback, and I will be there, because I can't help it, I'm obsessed with your music. In fact, I now realize that I've only felt love for one thing in my life, and that is your evil, inappropriate-for-minors, industrial-lite music. Yeah, I have that many issues.
And with this, the Trent embargo becomes effective again.
My bootleg of the Henry Fonda show is almost over, and the most beautiful rendition of Hurt is playing. Tears are finally spilling and I am waving, waving, waving, waving goodbye to what was and will always be Nine Inch Nails. I can't believe I'm crying.
Now I move on. I have some serious growing up to do and I expect to start doing it as soon as the final show is over. In the meantime I will sit back and enjoy the show. Dave Navarro is onstage now. Will update this post with the official setlist tomorrow.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Oh wait!
Meathead also quit! Now that is pretty fucking sad. In fact, I think I'm crying right now cause there won't be any more Meathead Perspectives to obsessively look forward to. Fuck Reznor, I need Meathead! *cries*
***UPDATE!!!
Setlist here (from EchoingTheSound.com):
Wow. This bootleg is gonna be one hell of a bitch to download. =/
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Now playing: Nine Inch Nails - Dead Souls
via FoxyTunes
I am filled with mixed feelings right now, unable to display emotion, but keeping it all tightly inside my chest. On one hand, I'm cynical, believing this is a big fat lie and NIN will go back to the world of touring after an extended and well deserved break. I'm also hopeful, because if this is correct, that means eventually, I will get another chance to witness the sheer brilliance of my favorite band's show; as I never got my 'Downward Spiral album on its entirety' experience, or my 'special guests' experience, or any awe-inspiring NIN moment worth recalling, and even though I was able to watch all of these remarkable events from afar at least, I was green with envy to know so many people were there and I was not. I was, at some point, very apathetic towards this tour, and this band, and its mastermind -- a series of poor decisions and anger issues on his part sort of blew my bubble, so to speak, and made me lose interest in everything regarding him and his band. Yes, I have been feeling all sorts of things today. I woke up excited to see what surprises awaited us tonight. Logged on to Twitter to find all my Tweeple (people I'm Twitter friends with lol), who are mostly NIN fans too, walking down memory lane, remembering their favorite NIN moments, saying goodbye to a big part of their lives -- a collective farewell to the one thing that brought an entire community together. I felt nostalgic, like I had this huge hole in my stomach that wouldn't fucking close. I forgot about NIN for a while as I focused on my real life for a change. Then I came back home and the landslide of love and devotion towards the band was in full swing. I joined the cause, tweeted my ass off, and helped do this, which made me feel happy and giddy and proud:
All those tweets with the #NIN hashtag from NIN fans everywhere made the last #NIN show into a number one trending topic on Twitter. Fuck yes.
Now, as the last show is happening in Los Angeles, miles, time zones, millions of people away from me, I can't help feeling this overwhelming wave of anger and sadness wash over me. Why the fuck would you quit now? Why the fuck would you do this to so many people? Oh, fuck! I am sad, because an era is officially ending tonight, and as someone who has been a part of it for well over 8 years, I don't want to see it go away. It would be like saying goodbye to my adolescence, all those years of singing Hurt with such fervor tears fell down involuntarily, all those nights screaming to Head Like a Hole emulating Reznor's emotion. All the 'fist fuck's, all the 'fuck you like an animal's, all the 'starfuckers'. If there's anything I can say Reznor has taught me well throughout all these years, is to feel, intensely and passionately. And to curse. Intensely and passionately as well. In LA, the show keeps going and feeling is coming back to me. Eyes shut tight, keeping tiny tears inside. *must.not.cry, for fuck's sake*
I am gonna break the Trent embargo that I claimed here only to say this:
Reznor, I know you're an asshole and regardless of how I feel about you in general right now, I cannot NOT thank you. Everything I am right now has been influenced one way or another by you and your fucked up shit. Who would have thought that your angst-ridden electro-noise would bring me so much joy and life. So now you're waving us goodbye and going away to do God-knows-what, and God knows I wholeheartedly disagree with whatever it is that you're about to do, but at least I had a chance to wave you goodbye like you asked us on that one post on nin.com. So thank you. I'm always awkward with thank you's, but since you're not reading this, I don't give a shit. I just had to get it out somehow, and now I did. I know this is not the end of NIN. You've said it a million times already, you're gonna keep working on music, blah blah blah. I also know there'll be a comeback, and I will be there, because I can't help it, I'm obsessed with your music. In fact, I now realize that I've only felt love for one thing in my life, and that is your evil, inappropriate-for-minors, industrial-lite music. Yeah, I have that many issues.
And with this, the Trent embargo becomes effective again.
My bootleg of the Henry Fonda show is almost over, and the most beautiful rendition of Hurt is playing. Tears are finally spilling and I am waving, waving, waving, waving goodbye to what was and will always be Nine Inch Nails. I can't believe I'm crying.
Now I move on. I have some serious growing up to do and I expect to start doing it as soon as the final show is over. In the meantime I will sit back and enjoy the show. Dave Navarro is onstage now. Will update this post with the official setlist tomorrow.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Oh wait!
Meathead also quit! Now that is pretty fucking sad. In fact, I think I'm crying right now cause there won't be any more Meathead Perspectives to obsessively look forward to. Fuck Reznor, I need Meathead! *cries*
***UPDATE!!!
Setlist here (from EchoingTheSound.com):
2009-09-10
Los Angeles, CA
Wiltern Theater
1. Home
2. Somewhat Damaged
3. The Collector
4. Discipline
5. March of The Pigs
6. Something I Can Never Have
7. The Frail
8. The Wretched
9. Ruiner
10. Head Down
11. Burn
12. Just Like You Imagined (w Mike Garson)
13. La Mer (w Mike Garson)
14. Eraser (w Mike Garson)
15. The Becoming (Still) (w Mike Garson)
16. Down In The Park (w Gary Numan & Mike Garson intro(?) )
17. Metal (w Gary Numan)
18. I Die: You Die (w Gary Numan)
19. 1,000,000
20. Letting You
21. Survivalism
22. Suck
23. Down In It
24. The Hand That Feeds
25. Head Like A Hole
26. Me, I'm Not (w Atticus Ross)
27. The Warning (w Atticus Ross & Dave Navarro)
28. Piggy (Nothing Can Stop Me Now) (w Dave Navarro)
29. Gave Up (w Dave Navarro)
30. Mr. Self Destruct (w The Dillinger Escape Plan)
31. Wish (w The Dillinger Escape Plan)
32. Atmosphere (cover - Joy Division)
33. Dead Souls (cover - Joy Division)
34. The Good Soldier
35. The Day The World Went Away
36. Hurt
37. In This Twilight
Wow. This bootleg is gonna be one hell of a bitch to download. =/
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Now playing: Nine Inch Nails - Dead Souls
via FoxyTunes
September 1, 2009
I lost my scarf
Right fucking there.
I need my scarf back.
I'm fucking serious.
Whoever the fuck stole it from my bag at the airport last Friday at 11:00 AM, I need it back.
Or else, the curse of my Egyptian twin will fall upon you, you evil dickhead.
So GIVE ME MY FUCKING SCARF, ASSHOLE!
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Now playing: Memory Cassette - Milkey Wave Goodbye
via FoxyTunes
May 3, 2009
You Know What Else?
I really hate Vampire Weekend. All those pansies/VW-loving hipsters can just suck my cyber-dick.
Liking The Beatles is easy and overrated. Saying you're a Beatles fan gives you way more credibility than you probably deserve. Sure, The Beatles were awesome, no breaking news there. Try saying Lydia Lunch is awesome and proving it. There are other equally talented artists out there who don't get the recognition they deserve, but one thing is truly liking The Beatles and having a taste, and another is not having a strong enough opinion to dare like something else.
I am obsessed with Grey's Anatomy-ish, chick-friendly indie bands, because I am a chick and there's nothing better than a silly pseudo electronic, female-fronted indie band and a crappy rainy day to make you feel like absolute shit. I wish I could stop listening to stuff like that, but I'm a fucking sadist and I don't like myself on occasions. Like, right now.
I am obsessed with the music of Grey's Anatomy. (see above) I am obsessed with Grey's Anatomy, period. God, I wish I could grow a fucking taste for once and for all.
Sonic fucking Youth is one of the most amazing bands in the history of amazing bands.
Gut-wrenching song of the day: Fleet Foxes - Tiger Mountain Peasant Song. Holy hell, I'm depressed.
I still hate everything, except for one thing: The Fragile. Best album ever made.
And that's it.
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Listening to: Cocteau Twins - In The Gold Dust Rush
via FoxyTunes
Liking The Beatles is easy and overrated. Saying you're a Beatles fan gives you way more credibility than you probably deserve. Sure, The Beatles were awesome, no breaking news there. Try saying Lydia Lunch is awesome and proving it. There are other equally talented artists out there who don't get the recognition they deserve, but one thing is truly liking The Beatles and having a taste, and another is not having a strong enough opinion to dare like something else.
I am obsessed with Grey's Anatomy-ish, chick-friendly indie bands, because I am a chick and there's nothing better than a silly pseudo electronic, female-fronted indie band and a crappy rainy day to make you feel like absolute shit. I wish I could stop listening to stuff like that, but I'm a fucking sadist and I don't like myself on occasions. Like, right now.
I am obsessed with the music of Grey's Anatomy. (see above) I am obsessed with Grey's Anatomy, period. God, I wish I could grow a fucking taste for once and for all.
Sonic fucking Youth is one of the most amazing bands in the history of amazing bands.
Gut-wrenching song of the day: Fleet Foxes - Tiger Mountain Peasant Song. Holy hell, I'm depressed.
I still hate everything, except for one thing: The Fragile. Best album ever made.
And that's it.
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Listening to: Cocteau Twins - In The Gold Dust Rush
via FoxyTunes
May 2, 2009
You Know What?
I have issues. Deep, serious emotional issues way beyond repair. So do yourselves a favor and don't ever love me.
I think I'm having withdrawals. Or a rare case of swine flu that makes you feel all itchy and sick to the stomach.
I hate everything right now.
That's all.
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Listening to: Wovenhand - Dirty Blue
via FoxyTunes
I think I'm having withdrawals. Or a rare case of swine flu that makes you feel all itchy and sick to the stomach.
I hate everything right now.
That's all.
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Listening to: Wovenhand - Dirty Blue
via FoxyTunes
May 1, 2009
Yet Another Hair Episode
Fuck, finally. It seems that after my last hair ordeal, the unruly mane of tired strands has left its rebel days behind and is behaving quite remarkably.
About DAMN time!
Heh, I love how the new haircut makes my usually flat-as-fuck curls look defined. Yeah, I love my hair now, big deal.
What I don't love? That incredibly pathetic mopey face. Blame the fucking swine flu, and Chewbacca, and the lack of sleep.
What I absolutely hate? Having fucking roots. That's a first I don't think I'll ever get used to. Gross.
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Listening to: The Monochrome Set - Cloud 10
via FoxyTunes
About DAMN time!
Heh, I love how the new haircut makes my usually flat-as-fuck curls look defined. Yeah, I love my hair now, big deal.
What I don't love? That incredibly pathetic mopey face. Blame the fucking swine flu, and Chewbacca, and the lack of sleep.
What I absolutely hate? Having fucking roots. That's a first I don't think I'll ever get used to. Gross.
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Listening to: The Monochrome Set - Cloud 10
via FoxyTunes
March 29, 2009
Blonde Redhead, Pt. 2
... I should just keep my clumsy hands off of hair products. My pathetic attempt at getting MEDIUM ASH BLONDE highlights ended like this:
...
Mirror image.
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Listening to: Nick Drake - From the Morning
via FoxyTunes
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Mirror image.
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Listening to: Nick Drake - From the Morning
via FoxyTunes
February 21, 2009
... He's doing WHATTT?!?
After a couple days of bed rest and Chinese chicken soup, I am finally back to normal. My bowels are slowly going back to their regular routines and my stomach is slowly digesting food at a more normal pace like it used to before I was a huge pig and gobbled copious amounts of sushi which most likely got me in this huge trouble. Feels good to be able to eat chocolate again. Maybe I shouldn't yet, but I'm doing it anyway cause I know what it's like to feel like you're gonna die, and if anything, I wish I'd had chocolate then to make it better, so what the hell. And now that I'm feeling okay again, and have a few hours to kill, I'm gonna take some time to touch upon a subject which I had unfortunately failed to mention. Pardon me, but the shock and the tears were too overwhelming to ignore. I have been sulking and moaning and bitching about this all week, and now it's your turn to hear my juvenile thoughts on...
TRENT REZNOR'S CURTAIN CALL, PT. TWO!!!
Just when we thought he'd got over his emo, drama-queen phase and had forgotten to throw another bitch fit like he did back in December, '08, he comes back with this. According to Ressner's latest post on nin.com, there won't be any more Nine Inch Nails ever. This is the definitive end of the band, it's over, dead forever, kaput. You don't believe me? Fine! Just take a look at this excerpt from His Holiness, Count Tentpole Reznorgasm's note:
Okay, so I paraphrased a little, but basically the jist of the message is clearly what I just said. Trent is sick of all those fangirls throwing big fucking titty bras at him and wanting to bite his thighs that he just wants to quit making music, the biggest passion of his life, forever. I know, it's the end of the world. Trent won't be playing shows anymore, he won't be making his emo-EBM noise anymore, and fans won't have any more halos to pay lots of money for. Oh noooo!!!
...
On second thought, well... he didn't really say he would disappear completely. Like... he just said he would make NIN "disappear for a while." A while that might last a little bit longer than two months, but let's face it, the man must want some time for himself. He has hobbies, like everyone else, that he can't do cause he's too busy humping mic stands and screaming "MOTHERFUCKING PIGS!!!" every night for all ya'll ungrateful fans. Come on, he must want some time off to learn how to knit, or meet with his book club, or... you know, bench press. Besides, he's not the scrawny twenty-something that got onstage every night for nearly two years straight during the Self Destruct tour and its different incarnations. Even though he looks damn fine for a forty-three year old... well, his hip probably isn't what it used to be. So, why don't we just rejoice in the fact that there's still one last chance to see NIN in all its glory before Trent goes back into his coffin indefinitely, and do the impossible to catch one of these last shows. Sure, there's no Josh Freese, or Alessandro Cortini, and Freese is being replaced by a guy my age, and Ally's post is empty, but the shows can't be that bad. There was no Closer at the first Australian show, I was informed. And now that we know the last NIN tour will feature Trent and his cohorts, alongside long-time BFFs, Lollapalooza masters, Jane's Addiction, I know these shows won't be anything short of magical.
However... There are still some questions that I can't help asking myself regarding these forthcoming events in the life of Nine Inch Nails:
*wipes tears* Shit, now I gotta think of ways to make money to go see Trent. Hmmm... what can I sell?
Listening to: Trans Am - Divine Invasion
Eating: Bran crackers
Drinking: Gatorade (I hate hate hate being sick!)
In NIN world, 2009 marks the 20th anniversary of our first releases. I've been thinking for some time now it's time to make NIN disappear for a while. Last year's "Lights in the Sky" tour was something I'm quite proud of and seems like the culmination of what I could pull off in terms of an elaborate production. It was also quite difficult to pull off technically and physically night after night and left us all a bit dazed. After some thought, we decided to book a last run of shows across the globe this year. The approach to these shows is quite different from last year - much more raw, spontaneous and less scripted. Fun for us and a different way for you to see us and wave goodbye. I reached out to Jane's to see if they'd want to join us across the US and we all felt it could be a great thing. Will it work? Will it resonate in the marketplace? Who knows. Are there big record label marketing dollars to convince you to attend? Nope.
Does it feel right to us and does it seem like it will be fun for us and you? Yes it does.
Look for tour dates soon and I hope to see you out there.
Trent
Okay, so I paraphrased a little, but basically the jist of the message is clearly what I just said. Trent is sick of all those fangirls throwing big fucking titty bras at him and wanting to bite his thighs that he just wants to quit making music, the biggest passion of his life, forever. I know, it's the end of the world. Trent won't be playing shows anymore, he won't be making his emo-EBM noise anymore, and fans won't have any more halos to pay lots of money for. Oh noooo!!!
...
On second thought, well... he didn't really say he would disappear completely. Like... he just said he would make NIN "disappear for a while." A while that might last a little bit longer than two months, but let's face it, the man must want some time for himself. He has hobbies, like everyone else, that he can't do cause he's too busy humping mic stands and screaming "MOTHERFUCKING PIGS!!!" every night for all ya'll ungrateful fans. Come on, he must want some time off to learn how to knit, or meet with his book club, or... you know, bench press. Besides, he's not the scrawny twenty-something that got onstage every night for nearly two years straight during the Self Destruct tour and its different incarnations. Even though he looks damn fine for a forty-three year old... well, his hip probably isn't what it used to be. So, why don't we just rejoice in the fact that there's still one last chance to see NIN in all its glory before Trent goes back into his coffin indefinitely, and do the impossible to catch one of these last shows. Sure, there's no Josh Freese, or Alessandro Cortini, and Freese is being replaced by a guy my age, and Ally's post is empty, but the shows can't be that bad. There was no Closer at the first Australian show, I was informed. And now that we know the last NIN tour will feature Trent and his cohorts, alongside long-time BFFs, Lollapalooza masters, Jane's Addiction, I know these shows won't be anything short of magical.
However... There are still some questions that I can't help asking myself regarding these forthcoming events in the life of Nine Inch Nails:
- What's gonna happen with Rob once the tour is over?
- What's gonna happen with Robin once the tour is over (or if he gets fired before the end of the tour)?
- Is Trent scared of touring with Jane's Addiction knowing Dave Navarro has "the hots for him"?
- What's gonna happen with Atticus?
- Will there be any more Ghosts before Trent goes on vaca?
- Seriously, isn't Trent scared of Dave Navarro? Like, for real?
- Will I get enough money to catch these guys on tour in April?
- Why does Trent have a Twitter?
- Why hasn't Trent blocked that stalker chick on Twitter?
- IS MICHAEL REZNOR EVER GONNA MAKE UP FOR CANCELLING MY SHOW LAST YEAR???
*wipes tears* Shit, now I gotta think of ways to make money to go see Trent. Hmmm... what can I sell?
Listening to: Trans Am - Divine Invasion
Eating: Bran crackers
Drinking: Gatorade (I hate hate hate being sick!)
January 23, 2009
Why am I so pissed off?
1. Marketing is the worst thing to happen to the world since nuclear weapons.
2. Rainy season makes my hair all frizzy and flat and lifeless.
3. Trent Reznor is probably gay. Either he experimented a little too much during his cokehead years that it stuck, or he never even liked chicks to begin with.
4. Meathead doesn't update his retarded site anymore.
5. Sushi is evil. It makes you eat it like it's free and once you're done you realize... it isn't -at least the kind that I ate last night isn't. It comes with its fair share of carbs and the expensive price is always paid by your thighs.
6. Despite my reluctancy to go back to my routine of '08, the aforementioned event is forcing me to put the hour and a half after Italian -that I've been using to check last.fm and sleep like a bum on my unmade bed- to good use again, and go back to the gym. Two pounds might not seem much, but when your favorite pants start feeling a bit too tight around the hips and thighs, you know you have to make some sacrifices.
7. Getting your ATM PIN mixed up is not funny. Especially when the machine blocks your card after three tries. ESPECIALLY when you have no money on you and are counting on the ATM to get you home. Seriously, and I'm supposed to be an interpreter with an exceptional memory.
8. Getting Smaller sounds like crap on iTunes today. No idea why.
9. A killer wave of writer's block has hit me with such force that I haven't been able to write anything productive/coherent/readable in over three months, despite having a very clear, outlined idea for a kickass story stuck in my head for centuries. I blame school, and its ubiquitous workload that's been stomping over my creative buzz since last year, but I am fully aware that it's all me and my inability to do well at anything I set myself to d0.
10. Can you tell I'm just fucking PROCRASTINATING majorly when I should be working on stuff that probably matters more in the real world than this blog post because I'm a complete failure of a human being??? Yes??? Well, you're totally right. And that sucks.
Playlist for today:
Dead Can Dance - The Arrival and the Reunion
Felix da Housecat - Let Your Mind Be Your Bed
Pigface - Mind Your Own Business
Curve - Want More Need Less
This Heat - S.P.Q.R.
Nurse With Wound - Woollen Numbness of Anaesthesia
Killing Joke - Complications
Interpol - Say Hello to the Angels
Nine Inch Nails -Getting Smaller Sunspots
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry - It Was Wrong
Sisters of Mercy - Driven Like the Snow
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Slowly Goes the Night
Asobi Seksu - Thursday
Cat Power - Lived in Bars
Does It Offend You, Yeah? - Epic Last Song
Wolf Parade - Language City
Patty Griffin - Nobody's Crying
New York Dolls - Personality Crisis
nearLY - Step Into the Light
The Pop Group - How Much Longer
*sigh* Here's to a long night, a long-lasting headache, and the death of my social life. Cheers.
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Listening to: Radiohead - No Surprises
via FoxyTunes
2. Rainy season makes my hair all frizzy and flat and lifeless.
3. Trent Reznor is probably gay. Either he experimented a little too much during his cokehead years that it stuck, or he never even liked chicks to begin with.
4. Meathead doesn't update his retarded site anymore.
5. Sushi is evil. It makes you eat it like it's free and once you're done you realize... it isn't -at least the kind that I ate last night isn't. It comes with its fair share of carbs and the expensive price is always paid by your thighs.
6. Despite my reluctancy to go back to my routine of '08, the aforementioned event is forcing me to put the hour and a half after Italian -that I've been using to check last.fm and sleep like a bum on my unmade bed- to good use again, and go back to the gym. Two pounds might not seem much, but when your favorite pants start feeling a bit too tight around the hips and thighs, you know you have to make some sacrifices.
7. Getting your ATM PIN mixed up is not funny. Especially when the machine blocks your card after three tries. ESPECIALLY when you have no money on you and are counting on the ATM to get you home. Seriously, and I'm supposed to be an interpreter with an exceptional memory.
8. Getting Smaller sounds like crap on iTunes today. No idea why.
9. A killer wave of writer's block has hit me with such force that I haven't been able to write anything productive/coherent/readable in over three months, despite having a very clear, outlined idea for a kickass story stuck in my head for centuries. I blame school, and its ubiquitous workload that's been stomping over my creative buzz since last year, but I am fully aware that it's all me and my inability to do well at anything I set myself to d0.
10. Can you tell I'm just fucking PROCRASTINATING majorly when I should be working on stuff that probably matters more in the real world than this blog post because I'm a complete failure of a human being??? Yes??? Well, you're totally right. And that sucks.
Playlist for today:
Dead Can Dance - The Arrival and the Reunion
Felix da Housecat - Let Your Mind Be Your Bed
Pigface - Mind Your Own Business
Curve - Want More Need Less
This Heat - S.P.Q.R.
Nurse With Wound - Woollen Numbness of Anaesthesia
Killing Joke - Complications
Interpol - Say Hello to the Angels
Nine Inch Nails -
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry - It Was Wrong
Sisters of Mercy - Driven Like the Snow
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Slowly Goes the Night
Asobi Seksu - Thursday
Cat Power - Lived in Bars
Does It Offend You, Yeah? - Epic Last Song
Wolf Parade - Language City
Patty Griffin - Nobody's Crying
New York Dolls - Personality Crisis
nearLY - Step Into the Light
The Pop Group - How Much Longer
*sigh* Here's to a long night, a long-lasting headache, and the death of my social life. Cheers.
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Listening to: Radiohead - No Surprises
via FoxyTunes
December 5, 2008
Year Zero, anyone?
Hello's peoples of the blogging world. It's Friday and I'm alone in my room listening to incredibly sad music because I have sadistic, masochistic tendencies and enjoy pain and actually love it when sadness pops by. Actually, the only reason I'm home tonight, and stayed home all day -instead of going to dance class with Grecia to learn how to shake mah (invisible) booty, and then getting insanely drunk, as we'd planned yesterday- is because I really have no motivation whatsoever to do anything anymore.
Wonder what the reason might be?
Hmmm, no, not quite that. Good guess, though.
Give up yet? Well, ok then, I'll tell.
Just take a look at this little excerpt from Lord Majesty, M.T. Reznor's latest update on nin.com:
If you've tuned in on this blog thing before, you probably (most likely don't) know about my unfortunate experience with Nine Inch Nails tours earlier this year. If you haven't, let me elaborate: Trent "hot shexy beast" Reznor canceled my fucking show that I had done the impossible to be able to attend, only three weeks before the date, and left me with shit. Literally shit. Well, not literally, as I'm pretty sure that if I'd gotten my hands on Reznor's shit, I wouldn't be so scorned about him cancelling my show... *fangirl moment OMG!* because that's how freakish and fangirly I am. So anyway, after spending a couple days in denial and a couple others stuck on the computer (haha, as if) trying to get me an affordable plane ticket to the closest NIN show, I hit myself over the head (unintentionally) with a wall and realized it was not going to happen. I was not going to see Reznor this year. Well, voi-fucking-la! Little did I know, I was not going to see him ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever... (if you don't get the NIN reference, you suck. And I'm a dork).
Of course, the reactions were, as expected, of shock and disbelief. For a NIN fan, Trent not touring anymore is like telling a Catholic that the Virgin Mary was not really a virgin. Fucking blasphemy! Heresy! A sin! (lol, more NIN references) Because Nine Inch Nails is all about mind-blowing live performances involving mic stand humping, keyboard humping, fist-fucking (figuratively), stage destroying, screaming, moshing and hurting of the wimpiest. A Nine Inch Nails show is the ultimate live experience, whereby a fan is taken to the nirvana of awesomeness and aggression and gothness, and (if lucky) gets splashed with Trent's water bottle. Trent Reznor is so much an entertainer and a performer as he is a creative genius, and no words can be pronounced against his immense talent onstage. And let's not even mention his innate sex appeal. Smexy Trent is something you do NOT want to hear me rant about (more than I already have). It's just not possible. A world where Trent Reznor is not onstage yelling his angsty shit to his black-clad, numetal-y fans is just not worth living in.
This despairing update was posted two cursed days ago, and since I was dealing with some other stuff and filling myself with buckets of ice cream and Chips Ahoy! because I'm a woman and that's the only way we know how to deal with stuff, I had absolutely no energy to think of something stupid enough to say regarding this chaotic event. Now that I completely understand that the world is not cotton-candy sweet and happy and shit, and I'm a bitter old lady with a snarky, sarcastic outlook of things, I am much better, and my brain is filled with enough crap to fill out pages and pages of this blog. Since I'm not the kind to vent out my personal issues for the world to hear them (mostly), I'm just going to stick with moping about the Rez's curtain call, or as I like to call it, the most important shitty news I got this week. And believe me, I got tons.
I know I have no say at all on the decisions Trent makes, and I am sure that he has his reasons to want to quit, but... like, can't he reconsider it? I mean, yes, his voice is fucked up because he strains it an enormous deal so we dorky, ungrateful fans have something to yell 'Nine Inch fucking Nails, fuck yeah!' to at the shows. Yes, he works extremely hard to make every show nothing short of spectacular, and thus impress us dorky, ungrateful fans. Yes, he's too fucking hot for his own good, and exposing us, dorky, ungrateful fan(girl)s to such hotness may cause irreparable damage to our... er, reproductive organs. But, can't he just take a loooong vacation somewhere exotic like Fiji, sleep a lot, massage his bunions and, once he's all brand new and shiny and pretty again, come back to the world of touring? I can be his masseuse! And he doesn't even have to pay me anything! Seriously, I cannot even imagine how hellish the world is going to be without Mr. T onstage.
I know Trent is not going to read this, and I know 99,999999999999999 percent of the world population, or NIN fans (the only people who matter anyway) for that matter, are not going to be stumbling upon this retarded stop on Blogger anytime, I'm just going to dream that someone will one day read this and take pity in my pathetic fangirliness, and ask Reznor to consider this: Trent, please, do not quit. I love you way too much to see you retreat back into your coffin and never ever ever come out again. You and your cohorts have the undying, relentless support of all your minions including yours truly, and you know how loyal we are. We just have no lives and live to worship your ass. I promise you I'll hunt down every motherfucker who ever yelled crap during Hurt and I'll beat them within an inch of their gothness. And all those nasty kids who made fun of you in grade school, I can take them all down if you want. And I can make sure all roadies do as you say, and that Ally makes you lasagna for dinner and Justin Meldal-Johnsen poofs his afro every night as you stated on his contract. I can even kill Axl Rose with my own bare hands if that makes you happy. Just please, please, please, don't go away. In fact, let me illustrate how I see your absence:
The world before and after Trent's retreat.
Although... there's always the possibility that Trent, being the devil that he is, be pranking us naive fans. Huh... Or maybe he was throwing a hissy when he wrote that post and doesn't really intend to quit. Or maybe he just likes to fuck with our heads because he is a very very bad man. Or maybe (insert whatever hopeful theory you can think of). Yeah, that sounds logical. Either way, I was serious about the things I offered above, so if anyone cares to tell Reznor I'm at his service, I will be eternally grateful. Thanks a bunch.
It's 10:51 PM and I just got a call from a friend asking me to come to a party, and I refused, because I'm being introspective and deep and I'm pondering on the days to come. Days without NIN. Oh, God help us, NINies.
*Images courtesy of Zeemort and anotherversionofthetruth.com
(I'm still very fucking angry, by the way).
Listening to: Belle & Sebastian - Ease Your Feet in the Sea
Eating: Special K. Fuck, when did this get so fucking good?
Drinking: Water
Wonder what the reason might be?
Hmmm, no, not quite that. Good guess, though.
Give up yet? Well, ok then, I'll tell.
Just take a look at this little excerpt from Lord Majesty, M.T. Reznor's latest update on nin.com:
Deep breath...Indeed, this is a sign that the world is coming to an ugly, depressing, NIN-less end. I'm waiting for the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to show up at my doorstep anytime. Probably this January. And I am pretty sure that hideous Hillary Duff song that "samples" (see my relaxed use of the world sampling? that's called sarcasm) Depeche Mode's Personal Jesus is going to win a Grammy the next day. I'm telling you people, now it's time to repent of all your sins and start listening to some good music for a change before the Armageddon comes our way.
This was an amazing tour and production - certainly the best thing I've ever been involved with and likely the final tour for NIN on this scale. Thank you to those who came out to see it and forgive me for having a Kanye West moment, but this was FOR SURE the best show of the year and any bullshit end-of-the-year poll you may read in the next few weeks that says otherwise simply has it wrong. Those of you who saw it know I'm right.
The shows we have announced in 2009 and any more that may be announced will be a completely different approach with some different personnel and will likely be the last for the foreseeable future.
If you've tuned in on this blog thing before, you probably (most likely don't) know about my unfortunate experience with Nine Inch Nails tours earlier this year. If you haven't, let me elaborate: Trent "hot shexy beast" Reznor canceled my fucking show that I had done the impossible to be able to attend, only three weeks before the date, and left me with shit. Literally shit. Well, not literally, as I'm pretty sure that if I'd gotten my hands on Reznor's shit, I wouldn't be so scorned about him cancelling my show... *fangirl moment OMG!* because that's how freakish and fangirly I am. So anyway, after spending a couple days in denial and a couple others stuck on the computer (haha, as if) trying to get me an affordable plane ticket to the closest NIN show, I hit myself over the head (unintentionally) with a wall and realized it was not going to happen. I was not going to see Reznor this year. Well, voi-fucking-la! Little did I know, I was not going to see him ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever... (if you don't get the NIN reference, you suck. And I'm a dork).
Of course, the reactions were, as expected, of shock and disbelief. For a NIN fan, Trent not touring anymore is like telling a Catholic that the Virgin Mary was not really a virgin. Fucking blasphemy! Heresy! A sin! (lol, more NIN references) Because Nine Inch Nails is all about mind-blowing live performances involving mic stand humping, keyboard humping, fist-fucking (figuratively), stage destroying, screaming, moshing and hurting of the wimpiest. A Nine Inch Nails show is the ultimate live experience, whereby a fan is taken to the nirvana of awesomeness and aggression and gothness, and (if lucky) gets splashed with Trent's water bottle. Trent Reznor is so much an entertainer and a performer as he is a creative genius, and no words can be pronounced against his immense talent onstage. And let's not even mention his innate sex appeal. Smexy Trent is something you do NOT want to hear me rant about (more than I already have). It's just not possible. A world where Trent Reznor is not onstage yelling his angsty shit to his black-clad, numetal-y fans is just not worth living in.
This despairing update was posted two cursed days ago, and since I was dealing with some other stuff and filling myself with buckets of ice cream and Chips Ahoy! because I'm a woman and that's the only way we know how to deal with stuff, I had absolutely no energy to think of something stupid enough to say regarding this chaotic event. Now that I completely understand that the world is not cotton-candy sweet and happy and shit, and I'm a bitter old lady with a snarky, sarcastic outlook of things, I am much better, and my brain is filled with enough crap to fill out pages and pages of this blog. Since I'm not the kind to vent out my personal issues for the world to hear them (mostly), I'm just going to stick with moping about the Rez's curtain call, or as I like to call it, the most important shitty news I got this week. And believe me, I got tons.
I know I have no say at all on the decisions Trent makes, and I am sure that he has his reasons to want to quit, but... like, can't he reconsider it? I mean, yes, his voice is fucked up because he strains it an enormous deal so we dorky, ungrateful fans have something to yell 'Nine Inch fucking Nails, fuck yeah!' to at the shows. Yes, he works extremely hard to make every show nothing short of spectacular, and thus impress us dorky, ungrateful fans. Yes, he's too fucking hot for his own good, and exposing us, dorky, ungrateful fan(girl)s to such hotness may cause irreparable damage to our... er, reproductive organs. But, can't he just take a loooong vacation somewhere exotic like Fiji, sleep a lot, massage his bunions and, once he's all brand new and shiny and pretty again, come back to the world of touring? I can be his masseuse! And he doesn't even have to pay me anything! Seriously, I cannot even imagine how hellish the world is going to be without Mr. T onstage.
I know Trent is not going to read this, and I know 99,999999999999999 percent of the world population, or NIN fans (the only people who matter anyway) for that matter, are not going to be stumbling upon this retarded stop on Blogger anytime, I'm just going to dream that someone will one day read this and take pity in my pathetic fangirliness, and ask Reznor to consider this: Trent, please, do not quit. I love you way too much to see you retreat back into your coffin and never ever ever come out again. You and your cohorts have the undying, relentless support of all your minions including yours truly, and you know how loyal we are. We just have no lives and live to worship your ass. I promise you I'll hunt down every motherfucker who ever yelled crap during Hurt and I'll beat them within an inch of their gothness. And all those nasty kids who made fun of you in grade school, I can take them all down if you want. And I can make sure all roadies do as you say, and that Ally makes you lasagna for dinner and Justin Meldal-Johnsen poofs his afro every night as you stated on his contract. I can even kill Axl Rose with my own bare hands if that makes you happy. Just please, please, please, don't go away. In fact, let me illustrate how I see your absence:
The world before and after Trent's retreat.
Although... there's always the possibility that Trent, being the devil that he is, be pranking us naive fans. Huh... Or maybe he was throwing a hissy when he wrote that post and doesn't really intend to quit. Or maybe he just likes to fuck with our heads because he is a very very bad man. Or maybe (insert whatever hopeful theory you can think of). Yeah, that sounds logical. Either way, I was serious about the things I offered above, so if anyone cares to tell Reznor I'm at his service, I will be eternally grateful. Thanks a bunch.
It's 10:51 PM and I just got a call from a friend asking me to come to a party, and I refused, because I'm being introspective and deep and I'm pondering on the days to come. Days without NIN. Oh, God help us, NINies.
*Images courtesy of Zeemort and anotherversionofthetruth.com
(I'm still very fucking angry, by the way).
Listening to: Belle & Sebastian - Ease Your Feet in the Sea
Eating: Special K. Fuck, when did this get so fucking good?
Drinking: Water
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