Author: jae

americans. psht.

brace yourselves: i feel a rant coming on someday very very soon, and it’s gonna be about the sorry-assed state of social relations, especially with regards to race, and maybe also sexuality. and i’m going to use some pretty harsh language in spots, too.

i’m too spent to do it just now, though.

America, the ever-lovin’ melting pot. well, maybe someday.

for now, just read some Amiri Baraka, who i credit as having the world’s absolute best poem title ever (“Preface to a Twenty-Volume Suicide Note”), as well as being just an all-around amazing man and poet.

ok… so i tweaked my answers a little just for fun….

Which Neil Young Personality Are You?
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interesting. they STILL creep me the fuck out.

technothrope.com is now apparently fixed! it seems all i had to do was to edit my .htaccess file to allow magic_quotes_gpc, so now apostrophes work fine!

i’ll get to work on some more stuff for it. if anyone wants to add any content, go ahead. let me know if you need help or encounter any bugs. you can add whatever you want to wherever you want, but the general theme of the site is web site design, construction and development. there’s also a forum and a (gasp!) journal section, if you wanna play around with those. be sure to check out the various themes (over 50!!, if i remember right). to do that, sign up and then go to “Your Account” and click on the themes icon. there’s some pretty amazing skins there.

the other day i got out a bunch of old jeans from the back of my closet, jeans i hadn’t worn since shortly after high school. the smallest size i wore then was a 28, believe it or not. needless to say, those pants weren’t havin’ me. but i got into my old 30s no problem! mind you, they looked Photoshopped on (one step tighter than painted), but hey! they fit! so i’m gonna go to the dreaded white people store (the Gap) soon and get me some cool tight-ass jeans to wear around. i’m also wearing some cool old shirts i was too fat to fit into before. i’m down near 170lbs. now. just a few more…..

…did i ever mention that i am a powerful sorcerer? it’s all in the Will, or Intent, kids.

i am crazy because i bear messages to you all from the universe, messages which in total consume vast quantities more of my biological diskspace than i can contain, causing me to crash now and again. i reveal myself to you now as the mad prophet transmothra, from Sirius (the so-called “Dog Star”, and don’t for a moment think we haven’t heard all the jokes), and my first proclamation to you is this, which was first accidentally intercepted by a Canadian rock star in the late 1980’s (C.E.), and now comes back for retransmission from its proper, rightful source: TAKE MY ADVICE DON’T LISTEN TO ME.

the time has come for humankind to realize that we are all gods or all made out of the god and so therefore there is no need, and has never been, for martyrdom.

someone reported me to the Suicide Prevention Authority and Commission on Extremely Obtuse, Unhappy Teens (S.P.A.C.E.O.U.T.).

i am not going to kill myself. wallow in that.

and here i thought that it was abundantly clear that my obviously gross misanthropy precludes me from doing the world any favors!

henceforth, all incredibly interesting posts (morbid or not) will be made friends-only (viewable only to a select few). i hate having to censor myself ( fuck  that!), but i hate having the local Happiness Task Force breathing down my neck even worse, so….

anyone wanting to get on my friends list should leave a message here, or send an e-mail to [email protected] with your LJ username (if you have one), or, if you’re not a LJ user, just ask me for an activation code. i might give you one and i might not. i have an extremely limited supply. if you are between the ages of 25-35 and we have ever been good buds, then i have one for you. especially the girls, because i know the guys aren’t even reading this in the first place, and would definitely let that precious code go to waste in the second.

ACT NOW and get free updates during my suicide-watch campaign 2003!

just got an interesting PM on a message board from someone who thinks that the Chinese are inherently “evil”.
re: my layout contest entry for htmlforums….

justjeni wrote on 12-18-2002 07:04 PM:
Shame on you for joking about terrorism – and the Golden Gate bridge. Were that to be blown up, I have loved one’s who would go with it. What a horrid, evil thing to do. I can take a lot, but that was unconscionable and inexcusable. God help you if terrorism hits your turf.

and my reply:

1) i think everyone in America has relatives in San Francisco. it’s a rather large town.
2) the joke was on jingoism, not terrorism.
3) thanks for your concern, but god refuses to answer my calls these days, so i have every reason to believe that he or she couldn’t care less what happens to dangerous subversives like me anyway.

regards,
~’moffra

OMG Frodo and Sam like totally made out!

thass right, during this scene where Aragorn is sleeping and Arwen (who the fuck is she again?) comes to him in his dream, heavy petting ensues, and then they do this really freaky thing where they keep going back and forth to Frodo and Sam during the Aragorn/Arwen love scene… Frodo untightening his belt while Sam coos into his crotch, hand on Frodo’s thigh in anticipation of “Master” Baggins’s hairy little “One Thing” with which to rule him… Gollum watching from behind a tree with his hand down his codpiece, violently jerking off. i tell you, it should have gotten an NC-17 rating!

doing my spring cleaning a little early. and yes, i’m once again seriously considering chopping all my hair off. big bushy curly manes just don’t look right when ya dye ’em blue.

from the “well no shit” and “i told you LSD worked” files:
i opened my new Discover magazine today and found this, at the bottom of page 40:

“Physicists announce that a universe of dark matter may lie only millimeters from ours, separated by a dimension humans cannot perceive.”

i’ve been telling this to whoever would listen for at least 5 years now. it seems that every time i open by big fat mouth and some half-crazed cockamamie bullshit comes out, it’s only a matter of time before i am, however improbably, proven correct. if only Science would sit in on one of my bong hits once in awhile, we’d all be far better off for it.

my point: dark matter has the profound potential to explain practically every Mystery (note the capital ‘M’) known to humankind, including the existence of god, the soul, the afterlife, angels or other supernatural demigods, enlightenment, trancendental metaphysics, the Bermuda god damned Triangle, ghosts, alien visitations & UFOs, about 99.999% of the Occult, and for chrissakes the god damn chupacabras for all i know.

next time, LISTEN when i’m talking crazy nonsense.

rootingoutevil.org

amended userinfo.bml

stolen from sathanas65 at :

There was once an old farmer who lived in the country with his son. One day, his horse jumped the fence and ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbor remarked, “That is terrible!”
“How do you know?” asked the farmer.
Sometime later, the horse returned, bringing with it a wild mare. Learning of this, the neighbor said, “What a wonderful turn of events!”
“How do you know?” asked the farmer.
The following week, the farmer’s son was out in the field riding the wild mare for the first time, when he was thrown off and broke his leg. The neighbor, when he heard, stated that surely this was awful news.
“That’s too bad,” he said.
“How do you know?” asked the farmer.
Not long after, the army came through recruiting young men to fight in a war in which many would certainly die. Because of his broken leg, the farmer’s son was unable to fight, and so was spared from having to risk his life.

Ryan Adams, “Nuclear”

This is where the summer ends
In a flash of pure destruction, no one wins
Go nuclear. Nuclear.
The violets in my eyelids goin’ red
Sentimental geek
Shut up and go to sleep

The calm, the beach and the remains
Of the bathing suits and Porsches all in flames
Go nuclear. Nuclear.
When I saw her and the Yankees lost to the Braves
Sentimental geek
Shut up and go to sleep

Give me an answer

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no wonder i like this song. it’s so surreal whenever i stumble upon a song that seems so accurately to describe from a distance some experience i had.

on a related note… i realised last night that i’m even avoiding her in my dreams. poor girl. i feel bad, but what else can i do? i certainly can’t go back in time and un-meet her. they say that every auto accident is in fact avoidable, for the singular reason that one does not absolutely have to get into a car and drive it. yet, for practicality’s sake, i propose that sometimes a person’s just gotta take certain risks. (why do guys always go back to car analogies? it’s like it’s in our blood or something.)

anyway, don’t groan at me. ’cause i’m cool. totally.

damn straight. i’ve been whining about this for YEARS.
http://PetitionOnline.com/4wva4all/

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learn to spell already, you fucking teeniebopper. christ, i get so sick of seeing whole strings of run-on sentences where not a single syllable is spelled anywhere remotely close to correctly.

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i’ve got a sore throat now, on top of all the myriad other reasons they should just bury me in the dirt and get it over with.

that AIDS map, interactively animated.

copy & paste this anywhere to your website. (does not work w/ LJ, people… sorry!)

<center><object classid=”clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000″ codebase=”http://active.macromedia.com/flash4/cabs/swflash.cab#version=4,0,0,0″
id=”_2002AIDS” width=”500″ height=”355″>
<param name=”movie” value=”https://transmothra.com/pull/2002AIDS.swf”>
<param name=”quality” value=”high”>
<param name=”wmode” value=”opaque”>
<param name=”bgcolor” value=”#000000″>
<embed name=”_2002AIDS” src=”https://transmothra.com/pull/2002AIDS.swf” quality=”high” wmode=”opaque” bgcolor=”#000000″
width=”500″ height=”355″
type=”application/x-shockwave-flash”
pluginspage=”http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash”>
</embed>
</object></center>

christ i’m still miserable, the entire inside of my head, great big cavern it is, feels all itchy so that i wish i had a dustmop made out of 60-grit sandpaper to deepthroat and my throat and lungs feel made of adobe.

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if you have any kind of soul within you you’ll go here immediately to send a message to the U.S. Senate and to George W. Bush, telling them to goddammit take ACTION to get this fucking worldwide AIDS crisis under control already:
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