The depths of human self-pity
Based on recent events, I have come to the conclusion that there are too many people with too much self-pity. Through my experience at "work" I have seen the regular human being on the verge of (or soaked in) their own tears. That's too bad, because prior to this, I had some hope in humanity. Now people once again lack creativity in their show of emotions. What ever happened to random vandalism or violent attacks? Instead people immediately resort to breaking down and needing a good old fashioned hug. They won't get that here.
Today I had a notion of posting new pages to the mainframe website. But then I decided against it, with the realization that I have the material to post right in front of me, so why would I need to spend the time posting it. For others to read perhaps? That's stupid. There's just not enough patrons frequenting my site.
Now, on to research. Research regarding Brent Grocholski, my first TA ever at the University of Minnesota of course. Now Brent was the kinda guy that called himself The Elf and also had a mohawk. He was a man of tiny stature and he was a commie at heart. He always would say, "My heart is in the right place, although I must have my tonsils removed soon." Then he did just that, to make good on his word. This is what he was doing anb looking like just before he was my TA. The most interesting thing that I found out, and the best thing, was that he was in a band called "Pissed Robots on Crack." I wish I would have known that at the time. Hindsight, being 20/20 and all, always leads to a head shake. Anyway, it turns out now he's at Berkeley, studying rocks and things and planning some sort of Ted Kacyzinski themed band. The whole point of me mentioning this is to get people to search for those human relics in their lives. Everyone's got them, but few care.
By the way, the NIN show was great. I'm not a superfan or anything, by any means, but the stage show can't be outdone, not even with Neil Diamond's ravaging of the local women on stage. That will be all for now.
Today I had a notion of posting new pages to the mainframe website. But then I decided against it, with the realization that I have the material to post right in front of me, so why would I need to spend the time posting it. For others to read perhaps? That's stupid. There's just not enough patrons frequenting my site.
Now, on to research. Research regarding Brent Grocholski, my first TA ever at the University of Minnesota of course. Now Brent was the kinda guy that called himself The Elf and also had a mohawk. He was a man of tiny stature and he was a commie at heart. He always would say, "My heart is in the right place, although I must have my tonsils removed soon." Then he did just that, to make good on his word. This is what he was doing anb looking like just before he was my TA. The most interesting thing that I found out, and the best thing, was that he was in a band called "Pissed Robots on Crack." I wish I would have known that at the time. Hindsight, being 20/20 and all, always leads to a head shake. Anyway, it turns out now he's at Berkeley, studying rocks and things and planning some sort of Ted Kacyzinski themed band. The whole point of me mentioning this is to get people to search for those human relics in their lives. Everyone's got them, but few care.
By the way, the NIN show was great. I'm not a superfan or anything, by any means, but the stage show can't be outdone, not even with Neil Diamond's ravaging of the local women on stage. That will be all for now.
posted by fiestawizard at 6:21 PM
1 Comments:
Hey man, I'm reading this stuff and check back daily for new posts! I, however, am boycotting until Ufoid rejoins the fray. OR until I think of something to rant about. OR until I'm done working every 3rd overnight.
Brent, awesome. I don't remember this particular stunt, with him running for president, but it was a cute idea. Mostly, I like his running mate, "Gwen Steel," which is a superhero name. Of course, she was also "a volunteer DJ at Radio K," which I always aspired to but never attained, due to my lack of being constantly stoned. But boy, that Gwen sure did a sweet job of saying, "Coming up this week-end... hey, like, not 'weakened' or anything, but it's like, weak, you know?... The Fuck-Me Billies will be playing at the Turf Club... that's a 21-plus show... then, um. Um. Tee-hee. Um. You're listening to, ah, 770, Radio K. Vote for me!"
Also, they were in the Atheist Club I see, which means that there's an August Berkshire connection. If I type August Berkshire's name here enough, will he find this page when he googles himself? Oh, August Berkshire; I saw you the other day, August Berkshire, at Intercontinental Video, but I was with Mrs. B.O.R.T. and you didn't recognize me, nor I you (until 'twas too late to say "Hi August Berkshire, remember me?"). Regrets, August Berkshire... regrets.
Now, you inspired me to google Drago Ford, but nothing came of it except explicit language (from me). Then I tried a few others, like Mike Weist, but a trail of people who don't exist (to me) ensued. Although I must say that I myself haven't done much that's google-worthy of late. I used to have more pages come up right away, but now, I'm buried in there with a bunch of others who have my name in close association with other relevant terms such as my state of residence. Now, fiestawizard, *you* are racking up a few google hits, should anyone decide to conjure up your screen name de novo. B.O.R.T., however, is just nonspecific I guess.
We are lost in the jungle of wires and ether.
congrats on the NIN show, btw. tell Ufoid to man up and start posting again.
btw, post your alleged new content. Me... I don't even believe you anymore. Why not just tell me that you robbed a jewelry store dressed as a ninja?
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