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Saturday, October 07, 2006
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About the beta for the new Blogger site
What was wrong with the old setup?
For future reference: unless a bunch of people write to you and say "hey, this sucks," you probably shouldn't change it.
That's my two cents. Actually, more like two dollars. Because I'm awesome enough to be worth a hundred other people. That's why I "blog."
Speaking of blogging, I had an awesome bowel movement last night. Pictures tomorrow!
posted by Soup at 6:45 AM 
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A story about alcohol
Last night, I met a cokehead who knew pretty much everything about weed. He was a nice guy, for the most part, but also one of those people who's overly concerned about how to fuck their head up best. Pretty unfortunate way to go.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm headed in the same direction. I mean, I enjoy the occasional weed, and I enjoy beer way more than is healthy. I've tried to quit drinking, and I just can't bring myself to do it. It's not that I can't function without alcohol, but if it's offered to me, I'm sure as hell not turning it down.
Last night, I was drinking after closing with my best friend and one of his co-workers at the restaurant they work at (I don't work there, but I hang out there enough that the managers don't care that I'm around after closing). We all got drunk, and Erik and I ended up doing a lot of stupid shit around town. Then we went to a truck stop diner and ate fries. In fact, once I turned 21, it was like I suddenly had something to do in this town.
So maybe drinking isn't so bad. It definitely brings like-minded people together, and I think that's worth more than being able to brag about your sobriety.
posted by Soup at 5:04 PM
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Sunday, September 17, 2006
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Fuck soap, fuck airplanes too
Nothing against those dudes, but I'm not feelin' the whole "This is a Bar of Soap" thing. The original intent of the whole thing was to eventually move it into print, and, honestly, I don't think any of us give enough of a fuck about the idea anymore for it to work. I sure as hell don't give a fuck about it anymore. I don't even think there's anything left to give a fuck about.
I'm out. I'm goin' solo. Internet only. Maybe I'll put something into print sometime down the road, but not today.
Maybe tonight I'll put up an actual post.
posted by Soup at 3:52 PM
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Thursday, September 07, 2006
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Much to my surprise...
Evanescence is still around.
What the hell? Didn't Amy Lee decide to stop fucking the dude who wrote all their songs and fire him from the band? So how are they even still a band? I checked (and vandalized) their Wikipedia page. Amy Lee is the only original member of the band left and the rest are just a bunch of nu-metal has-beens and never-was-beens.
I saw the new album cover. It looks fucking ridiculous. Amy Lee is like a mallgoth Britney Spears. You can doll it up all you want, but at the end of the day, it's still embarrassing white trash. Hell, doll it up, and it's still embarrassing mallgoth trash, which is about the same deal.
I decided to be masochistic and listen to the new single, but got all of a minute into it before deciding it was the worst song of the year so far.
Seriously, fuck that band. If you like them, you have horrible taste. Kill yourself.
posted by Soup at 8:50 PM
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The Quest for a Totally Sweet Bottle Opener
Something I didn't really think about until quite recently was bottle openers. Bottle openers are one of those things that everyone just kinda has, and no one ever has any idea where the hell their bottle opener came from.
Well, recently, the bottle opener that I just kinda had decided to break. It was on a cheap-ass pocket knife made of probably the lowest quality steel ever manufactured. So, of course, it broke.
This presented a bit of a problem: where the fuck do I get a new bottle opener?
First place I checked was Albertson's, who, of course, didn't have anything that wasn't gigantic, and also fifteen other utensils. Lame. Rite Aid, same deal. Tobacco Connection, while they have a decent selection of pipes and some beer, didn't have bottle openers. I hit the mall. Spencer Gifts (a.k.a. Hot Topic, five years ago) had bottle openers on keychains, but they were all really tacky and had bumper sticker style bullshit printed all over them (although, I admit, I didn't stick around long; Spencer Gifts is a vile place that I prefer to avoid). Lame.
At the mall, I happened to run into a couple friends, and asked them where the hell you would go about finding a bottle opener that doesn't suck. Of course, they had no idea.
Eventually I found myself back at Albertson's, where I found, tucked into a tiny corner in the beer aisle, they had a bottle opener that was about what I was looking for. Pretty no-bullshit, and nice and small so I could carry it in my bag. The price, $1.50.
So, to celebrate all the wasted time and effort, I bought myself a Franziskaner Hefe-Weisse. It was fucking delicious.
posted by Soup at 8:38 AM
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Saturday, August 19, 2006
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Relaxation of the Asshole
The past couple days have been busy as fuck. Thursday night, I went busking to make money to get a Dragonforce ticket. Ditched a drunken homeless guy (who's normally quite friendly, when he's not drunk), fried my voice, sprung my fingers, blistered fingers on my right hand. Today I slept from 10:00 AM to 7:00 at night. Tonight I did it again so I can get a ticket to the Cursive show.
And now all I really want to do is relax with a beer.
I've been thinking about how my drinking habits have changed. I don't really enjoy drinking to get drunk anymore, but rather, I enjoy getting drunk as a reward for enjoying beer, which, for some reason, I prefer to pour into a glass now, rather than drinking it straight from the bottle. I actually make an effort to enjoy the beer on a level that doesn't depend on a high ABV or a large quantity.
I think for once, I'll try it with one of my favorites, the Sierra Nevada Pale Ale.
I really need to find myself a drinking buddy that doesn't prefer liquor.
I will never enjoy the company of a drinking buddy that prefers mixed drinks. Sorry, bitches, but you just aren't my style.
posted by Soup at 4:10 AM
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I'm gonna cry
The other day, I sat on my balls. Hard.
It still hurts.
What can I say? I blog shit. There have to be at least a few utterly useless and unnecessary posts.
It's the rules, and shit.
posted by Soup at 4:18 AM
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