blogs
so Ive decided that even with the addition of the unmoderated section, the quality of the blogs in 'the lounge' is really shitty
there arent any fun blogs anymore
maybe its just cuz its boring when nobody is on anymore
I miss the old
XuQa.com!
Deactivating
I'm thinking about deactivating. There's really no reason behind it. Just for the fuck of it, really. What I want to know is: if I did, would I still be able to contribute to this blog? I don't know why, but I would feel a little hurt if I got kicked off of here too.
favorite food
so I've
officially determined that my favorite food is definitely peanut butter.
I would seriously eat anything with
peanut butter on it.
You put peanut butter on it, I will eat it (as long as its
food).
now its your turn to put your
two cents in
...in a pantry against the pancake mix...
Even though no one cares, these are three of my favorite new albums that we have been promoting at KJHK this month:
Casiotone for the Painfully Alone
Etiquette
[Tomlab; 2006]
Half-Handed Cloud
"Halos & Lassos"
[Asthmatic Kitty; 2006]
Mogwai
"Mr. Beast"
[Matador; 2006]
I am a boring individual.
I posted this in my personal blog, but since no one reads that, and I don't care enough about it to update it regularly, I thought I'd post it here. It's a time-killer at least. Enjoy:
John sat under the turnpike, just waiting on the 12:15 to Omaha. Of course, he wasn't aware that it was 7:45 or he would have realized that sitting there was pointless, and that's aside from the fact that no bus came within 10 miles of his location, but still he sat, as if he was aware of something that escaped the notice of all those around him. There he sat, as patient as a chicken in a movie theatre, whatever that means.
John was a man of about 45-years-old with a bushy beard, oily black hair, and a questionable odor. He was skinny, probably about 130 pounds on his 6'3" frame. It was sad indeed. Every day, he proudly donned his Slayer t-shirt, despite the fact that it had badly faded from its once magnificent black into a charcoal grey, it had no less than 15 holes in it, all of which were no smaller than the diameter of a nickel, and Slayer, although never worth a damn anyway, hadn't even been popular in 20 years.
Most people just let John sit there, in quiet reflection, without talking to him or bothering him, more so for their feelings of personal safety and hygiene than respect for his contemplation, but that's beside the point. One day, however, a man approached John. The man was burly, maybe even hurly-burly. He looked similar to Ted Kennedy except that he poured a whole bottle of Just for Men on his head that missed entire sections of grey, he was far hairier, and he looked like Rose Kennedy in the face.
Anyway, the man came up to John and politely asked him what he was doing. John looked right at him and gave him a wet-willy. The man sued John for assault, sexual harrassment, and manslaughter. The jury took no mercy on John, and they punished him to death by public gall bladder spelunking. Never had I seen such a sight as his execution.
This one isn't inane! I swear!
Well, it's not as inane as I usually am at least. I'm bored as fuck at work (the campus newspaper--lame). Sitting around, trying to find something to do, and not succeeding. I can't wait to go home. Oh well.
HOLY SHIT!
Paul RYU is back on XUQA!!!!!!!!
damn
this just made my day!
