tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384542007-11-24T11:42:31.685-06:00adamBlogger258125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-30644986745877307782007-11-24T11:40:00.000-06:002007-11-24T11:42:31.757-06:00

Black market is online again ! 1. Heroin, in liquid and crystal form. 2. Rocket fuel and Tomohawk rockets (serious enquiries only). 3. Other rockets (Air-to-Air), orders in batches of 10. 4. New shipment of cocaine has arrived, buy 9 grams and get 10th for free. 5. We also offer gay-slaves for sale, we offer only such service on the NET, you can choose the one you like, then get straight to

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-44700092587243151892007-05-08T10:41:00.000-05:002007-05-08T10:42:01.334-05:00

Hello my friend! I am ready to kill myself and eat my dog, if medicine prices here (http://fathersay.hk) are bad. Look, the site and call me 1-800 if its wrong.. My dog and I are still alive :)

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-51589256894155079502007-03-05T11:54:00.000-06:002007-03-05T12:04:53.744-06:00

i will never be as eloquent, nor as prolific as.... some other folks/i once was. it's just the way it is. i compose a hundred entries in my head, but they are never written. many of them are too personal for public consumption (and yet, if i write them down privately, there will be no audience, so what's the point?) and the rest...well, i'm just too lazy. so there comes these intermittent blasts

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-49720917249149979352007-02-12T11:52:00.000-06:002007-01-24T11:56:28.343-06:00

(Those of you who hate when people tell you about their dreams [like me, most of the time] can skip over this.) Had a dream about Adam Hammerman last night. The great thing about dreaming about him is that he is now, by law, required to have a dream about me and then write about it on his blog which has a larger audience (I assume) than mine. Here it goes: So I'm down in St. Louis (although

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-10431292438953274582007-01-24T11:53:00.000-06:002007-01-24T11:56:18.888-06:00

I realize that we beat them but and there really is no point to this, but I'm surprised that the NFL hasn't adopted a model similar to the MLB's for their websites where all content goes through a central filter. This is some of the worst sports writing ever: "New Orleans Saints QB Drew Brees' 88-yard touchdown pass to Reggie Bush in the third quarter to put the Saints within two points at 16-

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-23624343868273749852007-01-23T13:23:00.000-06:002007-01-23T13:31:27.267-06:00

just a sidenote -- yesterday morning, i checked out neworleanssaints.com just to see what that site was saying about the bears-saints game and was surprised to see that there hadn't yet been an update about the game. i understand that the team, the fans, and the city were all heartbroken, but the official site of the team hadn't bothered to post anything about it. if, for some reason, you were

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-54699921824403829582007-01-23T12:44:00.000-06:002007-01-23T12:53:56.091-06:00

so. the bears are going to the super bowl. it's kind of a funny feeling -- i imagine people in new england are dealing with a similarly displeasing and unfamiliar feeling of "the pats aren't going to the super bowl" (and i know one particular new englander who feels that weirdness). it's been 21 years. i remember watching super bowl 20 in the basement of mom's condo in columbus, taping it (where

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-61390384304034175972007-01-04T11:06:00.000-06:002007-01-04T11:13:36.394-06:00

happy new year • tacos (again) • the end of the home movies marathon and once again, the final scene with brendon's camera getting trashed hits me right here • the return of "Birthday" and my rational desire to kill my upstairs neighbor and my much less rational desire to travel back in time and kill the Beatles before they can record the song • a turn to Family Guy episodes • a new year's day

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-48400381699746351732006-12-26T16:02:00.000-06:002007-01-04T11:14:33.005-06:00

I am now a big boy: I have wine glasses, and champagne glasses. So come on over for a mimosa or something. No more serving them in my rocks glasses, which undoubtedly clouded the character of the $5 bottle of Pinot Noir I drank the other day. It just wasn't able to breathe properly, right? Another excellent weekend: my first full Morseland night shift in a little bit • a visit from two kitties

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-26286884855220310362006-12-18T11:12:00.000-06:002007-01-04T11:15:01.477-06:00

it was all about: more tacos & cartoons • phil & tina & veronica in from out of town • hanging with everyone at prairie moon • fixing an unfixable foible upon which i was fixated (and thus finishing a freelance fling) • the best early hanukkah present ever • getting towed from a snow route without any snow • the most frustrating football game ever • the longest brunch shift ever • dave d.

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-80156648997442767632006-12-14T11:09:00.000-06:002006-12-14T11:11:28.658-06:00

We all hate spam -- it's a pain in the ass to sort through all the crap to get to the couple real messages in your inbox. It's a waste of our time and money, right? But on the other hand, there are those messages that come once in a while that are just beautiful examples of spam-as-poetry, spam-as-post-postmodern-art, spam-as-sheer-dada-brilliance. Here's one: From: btradecome@

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-55868975769249060822006-12-14T09:50:00.000-06:002006-12-14T09:51:38.303-06:00

I wrote this piece for "The Fifth Column", an underground paper that my brother and a friend of his were going to publish way back in the late 80s. No joke. I don't think we ever put out an issue, but I wrote a lot of ridiculous pieces for it: My Bike by thugz(Worth) One day, a young man was riding along on his bicycle when he suddenly realized he had been riding the wrong way for at least 20

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-8184600079023990272006-12-13T16:26:00.000-06:002006-12-13T16:42:25.283-06:00

Had to get a new Network Interface Card for a computer at Morseland. Here is the dialogue I had with Bob, a 50-60-year-old Radio Shack drone. me: I need a network card. bob: (holding up a PC-card [formerly PCMCIA] notebook wireless adapter) Here's one. me: Oh, sorry, not a wireless one. bob: oh, okay -- not a wireless one. let's see.... (he holds up a USB wireless adapter) here's one. me: That's

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-74167373437383925342006-12-11T11:47:00.000-06:002006-12-11T11:49:54.573-06:00

"Let's just get tacos and watch cartoons." Can you believe it? No you can't. Because I couldn't either, and I was there. Who knew? Episodes of Home Movies, South Park, The Tick and chicken tacos and quesadillas and guacamole. It don't get much better than that. Trust me.

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-1164932053594253292006-11-30T18:00:00.000-06:002006-11-30T18:14:13.610-06:00

A few months ago, in a "let's look up old friends" mode, I searched on Google for some various names and found out a lot about one of the first people I met while at Northwestern. He and I were two of the three original members of the Performance Studies class of '97 (Perf Studies attracts many more people after the theatre kids have gotten their acting teachers). Adam and I did some cool stuff

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-1164923974874351182006-11-30T15:55:00.000-06:002006-11-30T15:59:34.890-06:00

I'm doing my own personal boycott of entering 'www' in at the beginning of web addresses. We all know that the 'www' is completely unnecessary at this point and that entering them in is just catering to the whims of the governmental agencies in charge of wasting your time. But as conscious as I am of this, and as dedicated to the effort as I am, what address did I enter in order to write this

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-1164128637392276972006-11-21T10:52:00.000-06:002006-11-21T11:03:57.410-06:00

It used to be (back in highschool) that I was known as a writer. Sometimes I was even known as the writer. It was such a part of my identity and I loved it. I loved making up stories, writing them down, shopping them around (to my friends). And then college came and the production decreased. Also, I wasn't around the same people I'd been around for so long so I lost that public perception of my

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-1164042468873038852006-11-20T10:59:00.000-06:002006-11-20T11:07:48.886-06:00

Crazy dreams last night...or this morning. I think I woke from them around 6AM, actually in pain. This dream inspired by: Illinoir, Sleeper Cell, The Big Sleep (wow -- that's a lot of sleep-inspired dreams) So here goes: In a church (I think) up in the balcony. I am part of some gang. There is another gang in the church, down below. There is a shootout. I have a revolver. Lights go out and

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-1163882571686074992006-11-18T14:39:00.000-06:002006-11-18T14:43:13.283-06:00

Finally back into running. Bought a wind jacket yesterday (thanks to an early Christmas present from Mom. Thanks Mom!) and it worked great (though it was too warm and not windy enough to wear today....whoops...). Very comfortable and I'm happy to have zippered pockets. Also stumbled onto a fantastic new online running log (which I spent time transferring all my data from an old log to and then

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-1163748426206947882006-11-17T01:25:00.000-06:002006-11-17T01:27:06.220-06:00

I'm on the verge of hitting 37,500 words in the NaNovel (which is significant as that's 75% completion) and I'm stalling like Stalin. Found this in a word doc called "yellow". She pulls my hand towards her mouth, her pink tongue darts out between her lips. I pull away. “Don’t,” I tell her. She is confused, hurt. “It’s nothing personal, it’s just that if you lick that finger, you’ll become

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-1163731709433726792006-11-16T20:46:00.000-06:002006-11-16T20:48:29.450-06:00

I watch The Office every week when it's on. I really enjoy the show. Something funny this week: Kevin is tasked with shredding some documents and he goes on about the shredder he uses -- they show it and it clearly has a Staples label on it. They work for a paper company that's facing hard times because of mega stores like Staples. They often speak ill of Staples. Last week, one character left

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-1163485267304568522006-11-14T00:16:00.000-06:002006-11-14T00:21:07.330-06:00

Saw a commercial for a sleep-aid. They listed possible side-effects as drowsiness, dizziness and fatigue. Seems to me -- and this is just me, mind you -- that those should be right-up-the-front, straight-down-the-middle effects. Like side-effects of aspirin may include reduced pain. Side-effects of Rogaine may include regrowth of hair. Side-effects of.... you get the point. A side-effect of

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-1163091688795654662006-11-09T10:58:00.000-06:002006-11-09T11:01:28.813-06:00

Last night, I was up until 3AM with this pain in my side and with reading the old chaos canon stuff which I thoroughly enjoyed. I also missed the ability to go back and read about what I was doing at various times and etc. etc. etc. So, I've decided to go with a rebirth of my blogging. I think it'll still be as self-encrypted and vague as it's always been, just because that's how I am. But it

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-859576612002-12-13T13:10:00.000-06:002002-12-13T13:10:58.390-06:00

I'm experimenting with moving the Chaos Canon over to Live Journal to see if I like it better. So come on, take a visit over there: chaos canon on livejournal

adamtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138454.post-859030742002-12-12T11:53:00.000-06:002002-12-12T11:53:14.586-06:00

My attitude has just been shit, and needs so much work, it's not funny anymore. This exhaustion, here I am skin thinner than the veils on my references. Why do I go into the bathroom to cry? Because I don't want to make the same disturbances everyone else around me does -- coughing, whistling, cracking the knuckles. No, my hypocrisy runs nowhere near this, so I take my sniffling and blubbering,

adam