I choo choo choose You

[Moetown]

I haven't been able to contribute to crappity lately on account of all this administrative b.s. my boss is having me do at work. Also, class is taking a lot more planning. I've had to really work this year, and teaching isn't as fun as it used to be. Yep. That song again.

Don't put another dime in this jukebox.

[Moetown]

And that's all I'm good for.  

[Just Some Girl]

Chicks love roses!

I hate roses. For the record.

Man, I'd make a lousy chick.  

[Doctor Rock]

A geologist?!  Oh no!

Geologists make terrible boyfriends!  

And you would know this because...

Stop asking dumb questions, Moe!  

[regular tom]

bamah:  the new dude is gay.  how do i know?  i'm watching male figure skating on the olympics right now, and it makes everything gay.  no, really.  he TOTALLY picked up on your fag hag vibe, and he's just sooo glad he already found one who can hook him up with all of the gays of greater memphis.


VD:  i'm like tripp.  actually, what i gave my wife today was fifteen minutes of intense, sweaty, snow shoveling at our new house.  too bad she is back in wisconsin and missed oot on the action.

[regular tom]

hey!   new radiant storm king released a new record today!


so, um, when's that new grifters record going to drop?

heh heh.  heh.

[matthew]

February 14th

okay...I spent my loveless day hanging with my sister...the number 14 was with me all day, and I did not know why. When I left the house my cd walkman skipped immediately to track 14 (I have no idea why, but the cd just jumped to 14 when I hit play and I had just put the cd in)...probably my favorite Devo song..."the words get stuck in my throat"...as I listened to it I kept thinking how if I ever find love again and eventually get married that its what I'd want played at the wedding...if I had one...any time I go out into the world all I can think of is love and my lack of it, but was completely oblivious to the fact that it was Valentine's Day...I knew I only had until 8 or so with my sis because her and her beau had a "date" and it still didn't click...even though she kept saying "date". All I seemed to talk to my sister about was girls and how I wanted one in my life again...thinking about it as I walked to her house I looked down and found a photograph of a girl with a flower in her hair and thought "this is not what I meant"...14...14...nothing...Em and I even checked out the flower store on her corner and I was surprised by how many people were picking up flowers so late...14....14...continued to talk about girls...eventually she called her beau and he showed up with flowers and I realized then. I shuffled out the door even more depressed than ever and noticed that everyone else seemed to have flowers all of a sudden. Every Devo song on the way home was about death and dying alone...and I read about Vietnam and the race riots of the 1960s...I wanted to wish every girl I saw in the metro and busses to have a happy Valentine's...I knew I wasn't going to have one. Then I come back to this.

Now I think I am going to go watch that documentary about that assassinated Haitian journalist...

the only "ass-ass" action I will get tonight.

oh, then I might slash my wrists.

[Doctor Rock]

Don't slash your wrists Matt!  

Blow your brains out instead.  

Not, cross that.  

Just remember

That suicide is painless it brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.

Uh?  No, not that... Mmm... Oh yeah!  Suicide is a permanent solution to temporary problems.  And since were all gonna day someday, all problems are pretty much temporary.

That didn't make any sense, eh?