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Wednesday, March 12th, 2003
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9:17 PM - You can strike me down, but I shall come back stronger than ever.
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So, I woke up at around 2 pm today, and I went to log on to AIM, cause I'm a thoroughbred nerd, and then I was greeted with this message that said my screenname Crasis Alpha had been suspended. A link to an AOL website told me that it could have been for one of two reasons. 1) I was guilty of harassment of some kind, or 2) I was under age, or a minor. Knowing that neither was true, I decided to call AOL. Funny, how their phone # isn't even listed on their website, at least not prominently, and I didn't want to have to dig around for it, so I signed on to my Mom's AOL account to get a tech support #. I called them, and lots of shit slinging ensued. I talked to 3 people, trying desperately to find out what happened to my screenname. After about 20 mins. wasted on the phone, I was finally told that a "sweep" was done of their database, which suspended all SNs (AOL and AIM) that corresponded with cancelled AOL accounts... mine was one to be swept, which is bullshit, because i never registered it as an AOL name, just an AIM name. After getting off the phone, flustered with the fuckholes at AOL, I looked into a new screenname. I went to a dictionary and typed in the word Alpha, searching for phrases that included said word. I found that alpha always seemed to precede other words in a phrase, or term, such as: "alpha male", or "Alpha Centauri." So, I decided to stop being angry about my screen name, and use this as an opportunity to correct myself, and my usage of Greek, changing my name to Alpha Crasis. Sure, I have to tell all my contacts on AOL/AIM, but I guess I can deal with it. I am the kind of person who likes to have a uniform identity online, so I created a new LJ, with my new name. I will be posting on there from now on. I apologize for the inconvenience. Alpha Crasis
current mood: opportunistic
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| Monday, March 10th, 2003
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12:35 AM - 1985/Saturday night ramblings
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It was my daily ritual at age 5 to slam my door shut, throw a record on my fisher price-esque turn table, and thrash about my room, slam dancing with my stuffed animals for hours on end. 18 years ago, all my records were singles. I had no full albums. Here's the rundown of my record collection, circa 1985, if memory serves me correctly...
Prince, "Erotic City"
Madonna, "Material Girl"
Corey Hart, "Sunglasses At Night"
David Lee Roth, "California Girls"
Tina Turner, "What's Love Got To Do With It"
Erotic city, at age 5? That explains a lot... No explicit lyric warnings in those days, folks.
I remember the first cassette tape I ever bought was Guns & Roses, "Appetite For Destruction" in 1988. My first CD was The Red Hot Chili Peppers, "Blood Sugar Sex Magik" 3 years later.
I'd be lying through my teeth if I told you I knew the title of the first MP3 I ever downloaded, but I'll wager a bet that it was something ubiquitous and stupid like Styx, "Mr. Roboto."
The caricature crew met up at Piss Poor Wally's last night. Nick (who was in town from Rhode Island, due to a family matter) had a Guinness, Pravin had a diet Coke, I had oxygen. Erin Conlin (who was a high school acquaintance) had a Purple Rain (which, according to she who is a biology student is part of the "Ice tea family.") This lead my mind to wonder... What phylum it was classified under? Genus? Nick's cousins (whom I'd never met before) were there also, but I didn't catch what they drank.
Following the bar, a visit was paid to the birthday bash of Erin's friend, a Miss AJ (apparently an abbreviation of a cumbersome Indian name.) The fiesta was held in the apartment of said birthday girl, which couldn't have been more than a few hundred square feet. Though I didn't make an official head count, I'd estimate 100 kids were packed inside, like slaves on a slave ship. Pravin, Nick, and I made our exit prematurely, because of our inability to respire. 10 minutes later, 97 others followed suit, due to an untimely visit by local law enforcement.
I want to make love to Nina Persson, she's too perfect in my eyes for the impurities of fucking, or even sex.
current mood: nostalgic
current music: A Camp, "Algebra"
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| Saturday, March 1st, 2003
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9:02 PM - Back up in your ass with the resurrection
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I finally pieced together a LiveJournal style which I am satisfied with. I never wear orange, but I tend to gravitate towards it when designing graphics, how super ape.
Tonight is the Roy Jones Jr. fight. I am a conosieur of violence.
And violence there was. Jones moved like a blurry photograph, his speed ate up John Ruiz's 3" height, and 25 lb. weight advantages. Blood drizzled down Ruiz's nose for the bulk of the fight, and after 12 rounds Jones snatched up Ruiz's WBA Heavyweight Championship.
20 minutes ago, my brother knocked on my door. I opened it, and with a smile that was probably visible from space, he exclaimed, "I just got some pussy, dawg!" I didn't really know how to respond to this, so I just said, "Way to go." Was I supposed to fire the canon thrice in celebration?
Zach said the first 17 seconds of Led Zeppelin's "Kashmir" were his favorite, and he didn't think the rest of the song measured up. He desired a mix of those 17 seconds, looping over and over. Being savvy with the audio, I crafted such a mix for him, and I think he might be onto something.
Mr. Rogers is dead, stomach cancer provided a nightcap.
Here's a bit from The Sun Herald,
"He was certainly a perfectionist. There was a lot more to Fred than I think many of us saw", said Joe Negri, a guitarist who on the show played the royal handyman in the Neighborhood of Make-Believe and owner of "Negri's Music Shop." Negri said Rogers refused to accept shoddy ad-libbing by guests who may have thought they could slack off during a kid's show.
A round of applause, Fred. For me, few things are as intollerable as shoddy ad-libbing. I don't know why acting is such a stretch for a lot of people, we do it everyday.
current mood: Not tired enough
current music: Tom Waits, "Yesterday Is Here"
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