man. i have a splitting headache. i haven't had a plain-jane headache for a long time. usually, they're just hangovers.
tonight, we're again playing the climax lounge, as 'the rosicrucians.' i suppose that's a pretty cool name, although that philosophy is way out there. it seems sort of disjointed to me. it's very much something that should be on art bell. i've been pouring through the literature. i think that it'll go well with the satanic flyers.
we're playing this bookstore deal on the 15th with the dinnermints. the bald midget and egghead really wanted to do it. ross was sort of indifferent, and i'm against shows that don't have a positive booze coefficiant. luckily, drinking is not only allowed at this deal, it's encouraged. this almost sounds like some sort of weird deal, but hopefully the dinnermints will bring some people in. i'm doing up the baphomet flyer once the lineup is firm. sparkles (hardcore lameos) aren't playing it, which improves my outlook on the show, since i can't really see their crowd being into us at all. maybe i'm wrong.
today, i watched hellraiser: hellseeker. this is the sixth movie in the series, and i never tire of watching them. i still think that III was the best of the sequels. i think that the wwi imagery is really spooky. whenever i watch those movies, or read about trench warfare, i wonder about humanity. my great grandfather was a cannoneer. i can't imagine what it must have been like. actually, i own a springfield that dates from 1915. it's a beautiful rifle. apparently, they would shoot so much, the service life was very short--it seems like it was a couple of weeks or something, i could be wrong. the 30-06 is a brutal cartridge to shoot that much in a bolt action. machine guns. mustard gas. flechettes. it's all very frightening to me.
grumble. i better start getting ready. i get to help andrew move gear. tonight, i'm going to attempt to pick up that new cab. it needs some work, but fuck, man, it's free! more power. hee hee hee.
tonight, we're again playing the climax lounge, as 'the rosicrucians.' i suppose that's a pretty cool name, although that philosophy is way out there. it seems sort of disjointed to me. it's very much something that should be on art bell. i've been pouring through the literature. i think that it'll go well with the satanic flyers.
we're playing this bookstore deal on the 15th with the dinnermints. the bald midget and egghead really wanted to do it. ross was sort of indifferent, and i'm against shows that don't have a positive booze coefficiant. luckily, drinking is not only allowed at this deal, it's encouraged. this almost sounds like some sort of weird deal, but hopefully the dinnermints will bring some people in. i'm doing up the baphomet flyer once the lineup is firm. sparkles (hardcore lameos) aren't playing it, which improves my outlook on the show, since i can't really see their crowd being into us at all. maybe i'm wrong.
today, i watched hellraiser: hellseeker. this is the sixth movie in the series, and i never tire of watching them. i still think that III was the best of the sequels. i think that the wwi imagery is really spooky. whenever i watch those movies, or read about trench warfare, i wonder about humanity. my great grandfather was a cannoneer. i can't imagine what it must have been like. actually, i own a springfield that dates from 1915. it's a beautiful rifle. apparently, they would shoot so much, the service life was very short--it seems like it was a couple of weeks or something, i could be wrong. the 30-06 is a brutal cartridge to shoot that much in a bolt action. machine guns. mustard gas. flechettes. it's all very frightening to me.
grumble. i better start getting ready. i get to help andrew move gear. tonight, i'm going to attempt to pick up that new cab. it needs some work, but fuck, man, it's free! more power. hee hee hee.
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