Tip of the Iceburg

And, after all, the music is all that really matters.

Can you dig that?
--mars

Find that quote and many fun others here: http://www.journalscape.com/Coyote/2001-08-28-03:13

Fan-fucking-tastic. I'm a geek and a groupie. First one to admit it. Maybe its the product of some bizarre social thing, that I can't explain why I pant after *things* to follow. Bands, people, daily updated websites...

*grin*

Anyway. Part of my daily ritual is going to see if various sites have been updated. Today, I saw the quote on a friend's website and I haven't been able to wipe this shit eating grin off my face. I think, in this case... it's probably the context of the quote that's making me smile. Nonetheless, it's a pretty fucking cool quote. Go read.

Onto the random personal crap.

I bought "The Princess Bride" on DVD the other day and watched it on my very own tv for the first time last night. I love it. It's on the great classics list under the category of "fun." I had a conversation with some folk awhile back while driving up to Mendocino County for this rave-thing about "If you were stuck on a desert island with your five favorite books, movies, and CDs (albums) and implements to use said movies and CDs... what would they be?" I *love* that question and at the same time, I *hate* that question. It's like the question "Tell me about yourself in 30 seconds or less." I think that the answer to those questions (unless you answer them every day) changes from inquiry to inquiry.

Right hear, right now, freeze time and send me your top five books, movies, and albums... Oh yeah, and while you're at it, "*you* in thirty seconds or less."

C'mon. I'm waiting.

Further trolling down memory lane. I paged through a bunch of my old papers last night. I wrote a lot of crap growing up. A lot. I'm not sure what's scarier... what I wrote, or that I've kept everything. I'm sure one day I'll either be thankful that I kept everything my strange little mind has produced... or I'll take it all out to ocean beach and burn it in sacrifice to the ghost of Christmas past.

Wanna come? I'll save you a seat...

Tip of the Iceburg You always say, bring you street-life, bring you real-life, that one man's desperate and mundane existance is another man's... techni-color. [[strange days]]
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: when I was doin' it, it sure felt nice... Share on Facebook		2001-08-28 5:17 PM don't do it... done done it... And, after all, the music is all that really matters. Can you dig that? --mars Find that quote and many fun others here: http://www.journalscape.com/Coyote/2001-08-28-03:13 Fan-fucking-tastic. I'm a geek and a groupie. First one to admit it. Maybe its the product of some bizarre social thing, that I can't explain why I pant after things to follow. Bands, people, daily updated websites... grin Anyway. Part of my daily ritual is going to see if various sites have been updated. Today, I saw the quote on a friend's website and I haven't been able to wipe this shit eating grin off my face. I think, in this case... it's probably the context of the quote that's making me smile. Nonetheless, it's a pretty fucking cool quote. Go read. Onto the random personal crap. I bought "The Princess Bride" on DVD the other day and watched it on my very own tv for the first time last night. I love it. It's on the great classics list under the category of "fun." I had a conversation with some folk awhile back while driving up to Mendocino County for this rave-thing about "If you were stuck on a desert island with your five favorite books, movies, and CDs (albums) and implements to use said movies and CDs... what would they be?" I love that question and at the same time, I hate that question. It's like the question "Tell me about yourself in 30 seconds or less." I think that the answer to those questions (unless you answer them every day) changes from inquiry to inquiry. Right hear, right now, freeze time and send me your top five books, movies, and albums... Oh yeah, and while you're at it, "you in thirty seconds or less." C'mon. I'm waiting. Further trolling down memory lane. I paged through a bunch of my old papers last night. I wrote a lot of crap growing up. A lot. I'm not sure what's scarier... what I wrote, or that I've kept everything. I'm sure one day I'll either be thankful that I kept everything my strange little mind has produced... or I'll take it all out to ocean beach and burn it in sacrifice to the ghost of Christmas past. Wanna come? I'll save you a seat... Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top