Absurd Tales for Aberrant Behavior

No privacy

Sun, 08 Feb 2009 23:23:45 GMT

I have recently joined facebook and a few other such resources, and one thing that is glaringly disturbing to me is the amount of information about myself and others I am seeing. I know more about some of my friends than I need to know. I've also noticed how these "services" want to coerce you into giving them your friends email information....

I will be the first to admit I am rather paranoid, but people please! Doesn't this smack a little too much of Big Brother looking over your shoulder at every part of your life? When will you or I be "interviewed" by thought police? Although I'm sure they will have a much nicer name, maybe "Conscience Friends" or something a lot more docile, so you will be lulled into a false sense of security by authoritative powers.

I already feel I've given out too much information to the formless entity called the internet, and yet I haven't given out nearly as much as most of you. And yes, I've heard from a lot of you that it's safer than I think. Is it? Who told you? A friend? And where did they get their information? It's quicker, I'll give you that, but is it safe?

That's just my two cents. Take it or leave it.

Three Cheers from the Asshole in the Back!!

Sun, 25 Jan 2009 20:06:45 GMT

I went saw "Let The Right One In" on Friday. Really good movie, I highly recommend it to one and all.

Nothing beats a good chariot race, no?

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 21:07:28 GMT

Adventure!

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 20:41:01 GMT

I think what is missing from most people's lives, including my own to some extent, is adventure. Who doesn't love a good adventure? Okay, Old Lady Naffsinger down the street doesn't seem to love adventure, but she's an old biddy anyways! But everyone else...? I'm talking adventure, excitement, and a slight case of danger, folks! I won't speak for others, but I dearly love it! The thrills, the chills, the senses shattering fun!

...and yet, we as a species, especially now, seem to be content to sit at home watching tv or something on the internet to fill the void of adventures we ourselves could have. I do not accept the excuse that it costs money to do thrill-seeking excursions. Last time I checked I paid nothing to climb a tree or take a walk.

I know it's a tired saying about the road less traveled, but will it really hurt you to find out what's down that lonely road? This could be your only time on this planet. Are you content to live in mediocrity? Are you happy with the doldrums of everyday life? If you are, I'm happy for you. If not? Why don't you do something about it? Nothing is stopping you. As a society are we that scared of randomness, the chaos of not knowing what the next day might hold, unless it is planned out? Are we so settled in the straight path, that the winding one is unthinkable?

Fuck! I sound like a car commercial! Well, are you going to enjoy the luxury of neutral in your rich corinthian leather bucket seat, or are you going to enjoying nitro-burning, tire-screeching, fuel-injected, no-fucking-brakes-on-a-slippery-road-without-a-god-damned-license fun?

Attention Men

Sun, 28 Dec 2008 06:23:39 GMT

The day of the hunter is dead. Women can do everything you can do and it's emasculating to you. Ha ha!

Here's Something To Twist Your Tits To!!

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 21:01:23 GMT

the Inca Babies - Opium Den

Press the reject and give me the tape

Sun, 16 Nov 2008 22:43:30 GMT

Went to a tape loop art show last night. Yes, I'm sure it has a more profound name, you pretentious art fuck, but I don't know it!! Anyways, It was very good, thank you very much! Did it change my life? Nope! But it was definitely interesting. The red wine was nice too, it came in a plastic cup! Oooooooooooo!!!!

That's it! Go back to your life, I'm done with you now!

What do I think?

Thu, 06 Nov 2008 19:16:24 GMT

I was thinking about religion and how people have allowed their faith to sculpt their lives. This led me to think about how in church, a priest gets up and deciphers the bible for the masses huddled in front of them. So basically you have someone interpreting a book for you. Hmmm.... you know even when I was a kid during story time, I never needed anyone to interpret the story for me! I made my own decisions. And yet millions... no fuck that billions allow others to tell them what to think. I don't need the influence of others, neither do you! Are people too fucking lazy to think for themselves? Is it too much of a burden to make decisions that we need priests, philosophers and Tom Cruise to make our minds up for us?

Question things, people! Especially those who want to speak for you and those who want to interpret things for you!! You control your life and the way you think. No one else! Not your politicians, religious leaders or even your loved ones. If you want someone to lead your life, why don't you look in the fucking mirror. I know it's scary, but gather your guts and at least try it. Be responsible for your actions, instead of hiding behind a religious/philosophy book, peer group or a mentor.

I actually have more respect for my friends who don't agree with me, whether it's on music, sports, religion, style, etc. I don't want my friends to look to me for answers, nor do I want answers from them. Advice is one thing, but fuck you in the bullet-hole I'll put in your head, if you want someone to lead or control you. Have faith in yourself and stand up for what you believe in not what others want you to believe!!

A.P.E. and Dia De Los Muertos

Mon, 03 Nov 2008 18:05:57 GMT

This weekend was spent at A.P.E. (that's Action Pants Explosion for you uninformed out there) on Saturday and Sunday. It was really nice seeing and reconnecting with people I haven't seen in almost 2 years. Sunday evening, Serena and I went to the Dia de los Muertos shindig in the Mission. We met up with Ken and Mahir and watched the parade and looked at the memorials. Quite a wonderful weekend if I do say so myself.

Oh yeah, Halloween was on Friday. I hung out with Ken. I really don't care for Halloween very much right now. It seems like amateur night.... I'm not impressed.

Look what I can do!!!!

Sun, 21 Sep 2008 00:55:44 GMT

* take a picture of yourself right now
* don't change your clothes, don't fix your... just take a picture.
* post the picture with NO editing.
* post these instructions with your picture

There are you happy? Are you satisfied? Do you like making me feel cheap, dirty and used? Well here's another one, just for your voyeuristic pleasures, you despicable perverts!!

As you can see no editing! That's my middle digit flippin' you the bird!! Those are my real teeth!! These pictures were taken with my crappy cell phone!!

What a wonderful term

Mon, 15 Sep 2008 16:59:35 GMT

So I'm reading a story about a stolen pearl necklace and one chap calls the the pearls...

are you ready?

Oyster Fruit!

I fucking love that! I'm sure some or most of you out in internet land already know that term, but I didn't so HA!

Alright, I have to take it on the lam, before a carload of johns decides to put the sneeze on me! Get it? Good, now scram!!

Happy Anniversary Krakatoa!!

Thu, 28 Aug 2008 03:18:09 GMT

First off, Krakatoa sounds like an onomatopoeia.

For you delightful people out there who don't know, Krakatoa was a volcanic island in the Sunda Strait between Java and Sumatra in Indonesia.

Guess what it did on August 26-27th of 1883? Yep! It blew the fuck up!!! And when I say it blew the fuck up, I mean the island blew up! Two thirds of the island went Krakatoa!! The noise of the eruption was heard as far away as Australia and Africa. The shockwave from the explosion traveled the earth 7 times, and it shot all sorts of delicious debris into the atmosphere, lowering the temperature of the planet by one degree for several years (you think that's easy? You do it!) When all was said and done, there was 2/3rds less island. Impressive! Most impressive!

But don't be sad kiddies! Guess what! Like a phoenix from the ashes, Anak Krakatau (Child of Krakatoa) is growing in the spot Krakatoa used to be. It's already 200 meters tall, that's 10% of Krakatoa's height, and still growing.... That's pretty good for just over 120 years don't you think?

I'm not going to go on, but nonetheless, it's always good to remember things that go boom!!!

This day in Berlin Wall History part 2!!!!

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 18:19:22 GMT

This is Peter Fechter, an East Berlin bricklayer, who at the age of eighteen became one of the first victims of Berlin Wall border guards, on August 17, 1962.

Again I leave it in the shaky hands of Wikipedia to explain the story, take it away Wik!!!

About one year after the construction of the wall, Fechter attempted to flee from the GDR (German Democratic Republic) together with his friend Helmut Kulbeik. The plan was to hide in a carpenter's workshop near the wall in Zimmerstrasse and, after observing the border guards from there, to jump out of a window into the so-called death-strip (a strip running between the main wall and a parallel fence which they had recently started to construct), run across it, and climb over the two metre (6.5 ft) wall topped with barbed wire into the Kreuzberg district of West Berlin near Checkpoint Charlie.

While both reached the wall, guards fired at them. Although Kulbeik succeeded in crossing the wall, Fechter, still on the wall, was shot in the pelvis in plain view of hundreds of witnesses. He fell back into the death-strip on the Eastern side, where he remained in view of Western onlookers, including journalists. Despite his screams, he received no medical assistance either from the East or the West side. He bled to death after about an hour. Hundreds in West Berlin formed a spontaneous demonstration, shouting "Murderers!" at the border guards.

The lack of medical assistance for Peter Fechter was attributed to mutual fear: western bystanders were apparently prevented at gunpoint from assisting him, although according to a report in TIME magazine, a U.S. second-lieutenant on the scene received specific orders from the US Commandant in West Berlin to stand firm and do nothing. It also emerged during the trial that any aid attempt from the West had indeed been made impossible, but according to a report from forensic pathologist Otto Prokop, "Fechter had no chance of survival. The shot in the right hip had caused severe internal injuries." Likewise the head of the GDR border platoon stated that he was afraid to intervene, because of an incident just three days earlier when a GDR soldier Rudi Arnstadt had probably been shot by a Western federal policeman. Nonetheless, the GDR border soldiers did retrieve Peter Fechter's dead body an hour after he had fallen.

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Your host here again, and there you have it, folks! Inaction in action. Even though poor Peter Fechter would have died anyways, how abandoned and alone do you think he felt to be left there? No one to comfort him as he slowly bled to death for an hour. Seriously, think about it. How would you feel? Suffering, and no one doing anything because of fear of causing an incident.

Good music in a sea of swill!!!

Sat, 16 Aug 2008 18:11:23 GMT

The video is okay, but the song itself peals my skin off and throws salt on my body. It fucking rocks!!

This day in Berlin Wall History!!!

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 21:34:12 GMT

You are looking at a picture of Hans Conrad Schumann.

Wikipedia has this to say.
On 15 August 1961 he found himself, aged 19, guarding the Berlin Wall, then in its third day of construction, at the corner of Ruppinerstraße and Bernauerstraße. At that stage of construction, the Berlin Wall was only a low barbed wire fence. As the people on the Western side shouted Komm rüber! ("come over"), Schumann jumped the barbed wire and was driven away at high speeds by a waiting West Berlin police car. Photographer Peter Leibing captured a photograph of his escape on film and it became a well-known image of the Cold War.

Thank you Wikipedia, may your children only suckle on yak's milk!

Gamma Ray Bursts are Go!!!

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 02:41:24 GMT

Tonight is my second night of djing!! I'm rather excited. I've been checking things off my list. Slaughtered a goat? Check! Peeled an apple with an hair dryer? Check!! Bathed in the blood of fictional characters? Check!!! Cackle like a would-be-world-conqueror? Every-fuckin'-day!!

Eat the rich, baby!

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Wed, 06 Aug 2008 17:18:38 GMT

I watched "Life Without People" last night. There should have been some very dramatic music when I said the title, if you didn't hear it... it's because I don't like you and you smell. It wasn't the greatest thing I've ever seen, but hey, it was still pretty neat. I have quite the fascination with urban decay, and this little special, dealt with nothing but that. Hey, hey! There's a city in Ukraine that's been abandoned for over 20 years (near Chernobyl) it looks so awesome!! Everything is overgrown and left where it was. I want to go see it!! That, and gulags and the site of the Tunguska Blast. The former Union of Soviet Socialist Republics is blossoming into quite the tourist attraction for me! It should, being the biggest country for over a half century!! I'll take my pet marmoset, a can of lard, one red sock (for the communists! They like one red sock! JUST ONE, COMRADE!!) and I'll only talk about the Red Ghost and his Super-Apes when in the presence of Hobbit Communities!

Okay proletariats! Study as Lenin studied! Work as Stalin worked! Die as Trosky died!

As I said I would

Fri, 01 Aug 2008 03:12:19 GMT

Hello humans, I told you I would talk about how my djing went, and now... I punish you. The night was actually fun. I did an okay job of it (from others account of the evening), I liked doing it, and I was rather nervous. I'd like to thank the individuals who came out.

"Thank you"

Will I do it again? Yes!

That's it.

Hang the DJ... and then hit him with a folding chair for fun!!

Wed, 30 Jul 2008 03:19:00 GMT

So tomorrow night I will be DJing for the first time at the club I co-host, Lustre. At the moment, I'm not very nervous... but that could all change. Who knows tomorrow I could shit myself and go blind in the middle of fucking everything up! Then I guess I could have the name DJ Shitty-shitty-bang-bang! I just need to hold my breath and not give a shit what happens.

I have had people ask me what my DJ name is going to be.... I tell them just Erix. They look at me confused. I don't go into details about that being the name Jesse use to call me, not worth the effort. Mind you I did think about going by, Eerie Rustle, the Earl of Russell, or Crypto-Sapient. Individuals seemed to like some of those, but I'm gonna stick to Erix. Although I could lengthen it to DJ Hello Erix, How Are You? For shits and giggles, and maybe a bit of blindness thrown in for fun, but I doubt it.

Why am I telling you people about this? Not sure. This really isn't an ego thing for me. I'm not looking for two-bit stardom in the San Francisco community, although, I do like the idea of enforcing my musical taste on unsuspecting masses. And I'm not telling you about this in hopes of passive-aggressively getting you to come. I think I just wanted to talk about it because I'm excited about something I'm doing.

Okay morsels, have a good evening. I'll let you know how it all turned out... good or bad, whether you want to hear it or not.

Word of the Day!

Mon, 28 Jul 2008 21:43:54 GMT

Bottom-Feeder (noun)

1. A fish that feeds at the bottom
2. One that is of the lowest status or rank
3. An opportunist who seeks quick profit usually at the expense of others or from their misfortune

I did not know definition number three. Learn something new everyday.

the fall

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 00:33:26 GMT

i went and saw the fall last night (the movie, not the band). it was visually stunning, i enjoyed it.

Where are my stories of severed fingers?

Fri, 04 Jul 2008 22:28:23 GMT

I've been watching a lot of dvd's this last week on account of my encounter with Dinotherian Deathwheels. Yeah it sucked, people! Wish you were there to enjoy the ride! Anyways, last night I watched Wristcutters, which is a cute story about people who live in limbo? purgatory? someplace after they commit suicide. I'm not going to give the story away, but I liked it. It has Tom Waits in it for all of you who get your panties in an uproar about him. But enjoy it for what it is, not who's in it. Before that, I watched Wisconsin Death Trip! Ha! Now there's a documentary. Supposedly between 1890 and 1900 the area around Black River Falls, Wisconsin had a series of peculiar instances, regarding death, murder, insanity, suicide, things like that. Por Ejemplo, there was this dude who planted dynamite in the ground, lit the fuse, and rested his head over it. Now if that's not a Fourth of July Suicide, I don't know what is! And Mary Sweeney, who is probably one of my favorite vandals now. But... you motherfuckers probably know all about all of this don't you? Good for you!! Now if you'll excuse me....

I'm not done just yet!!

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 02:33:52 GMT

for the gold diggers and dumb fucks

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 21:17:58 GMT

For your approval

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 01:08:01 GMT

On my trip to places unknown and vistas unseen I spotted this little buddy....