Noir Star vs. Femme Fatale

_smokeanddenim @ 2006-10-21T01:58:00

2006-10-21T06:25:45Z

It's absurd, really. With each passing month, I update less and less. Occasionally a manic period will come wherein lies a few swift posts, but those periods are quickly relegated to nostalgia's realm.

That actually sounds ridiculously horrid. Regardless, I feel almost guilty having said it (though obviously not guilty enough to delete it).

Anyway, do you ever find yourself associating things from one artistic medium to something in another artistic medium? You'll have to branch out with me momentary and assume human life, or, more specifically and accurately, human experiences can be categorized as art.

It's a large hypothetical, I know, but I think it equates well. Of course, I'm a deluded son of a bitch with a penchant for artistic expression, which sounds about as vague as possible, but is considerably less if you could see the subtext in my mind that isn't really able to be presented a la words, particularly Internet words. Run-on.

I was looking at the cover to American Gods by Neil Gaiman (which interestingly enough still had the receipt in it from when I bought it [02/12/05] because I use things like that as bookmarks) and it just parallels what few emotions I've felt of recent and the cementing of the abstract concept of my life put into a single symbolic frame.

I'm not making sense, but I swear I haven't been drinking, which is, of course, a first.

_smokeanddenim @ 2006-08-16T03:52:00

2006-08-16T07:54:34Z

There are some moments, particularly at 4 a.m. while listening to, say, a pirated advance copy of the new Roots album even though you've preordered it, when you just can't help but smile indulgently.

_smokeanddenim @ 2006-08-02T01:06:00

2006-08-02T05:06:10Z

Chapter One
Does your girlfriend give you weird nicknames? Like I'm not frivilous enough to avoid being stapled to any sort of commitment.
What is your REAL name? Bruce Wayne.
Do you appreciate it? Huh?
Has anyone ever made fun of your last name? Like I could count the number of times "Pooper" has come up.
Does anyone ever misspell your name? It's pretty straight forward.
How old are you? 22.
What season were you born in? The shit-heat of July.
Does this season suit you? I guess as well as any.
Were you late or premature? About on time.
How did you celebrate your last birthday? Last weekend? Whiskey and avoidance.
Do you still live in your hometown? No.
What kind of town is it? The kind where people hit cows around County Fair time while driving home from TPing people's houses.
Is it famous? It is, apparently, some place special.
What is your nationality? Israeli. You know, or American.
Are you proud of it? I take pills that make me shit flags, that's how proud I am. (thank you, David Cross)
What does your voice sound like? Like I'm partially deaf and socially retarded. The latter is true.

Chapter Two
How much do you care about clothes? A two or three on a scale of ten.
What was the last item of clothing you bought? Some Western-esque shortsleeve button-up from GAP. It's dark green/brown.
Could you spend hours in a dressing room trying clothes on? Fuck that, that's how people get crabs.
Or are you one of those people who truly loathe shop mirrors? I just loathe shops.
Are you more of a window shopper than a free shopper? What the fuck's a free shopper? A thief?
What do you spend most of your money on? Comics and cigarettes.
How important is your appearance to you? Another two or three on a ten-scale.

Describe your:
Hair: Short with sideburns, brown with a couple grey hairs, receding hairline.
Eyes: Baggy, dark, blue and/or grey.
Body shape: Somehow overfed and malnourished simultaneously.
Lips: Full, I guess. So I'm told.
Legs: They look like the legs of someone that wears jeans constantly.
Nose: It's a nose?
Hands: Kind of square, very scarred.
Fingernails: Bitten.
What shampoo and conditioner do you use? The kind that's a buck at Wal-Mart and doesn't smell like girls.
Is it a special type of stuff? No?
Do you enjoy bubble baths? No.
How often do you take them? Not since I was, like, five.
How long can you lay in them? N/A.
Do you read in the bath? N/A.
Do you prefer showers to baths? Obviously.
Do you shower daily? When time is available.
What shower gel or soap do you use? Not girly-smelling kind.
Do you wash with flannels or sponges? I thought a flannel was a shirt.
What time of the day do you shower/bath? Night.
Do you blow dry or air dry your hair? Air.
What kind of shoes do you wear? I have a beat-up pair of Birkenstocks and a pair of simple brown Reeboks.
Do you believe in the theory "you can always tell what kind of person someone is by their shoes"? I guess, but I'm sure there are more prevalent and telling factors.
What do you sleep in? Boxers.
Do you wear make up daily? Uh, no.
So describe some of the clothes you wear?: Random goofy t-shirts, button-ups and jeans.

Chapter Three
How much television do you watch a day? I watch Rescue Me on Tuesdays at a friend's house and selectively watch things I've downloaded.
What are your favourite TV Shows? Rescue Me, The Shield, Sealab 2021, Arrested Development, Family Guy, Mythbusters, Good Eats, Iron Chef America, My Name is Earl
Are you watching anything right now? Nope.
What was the last DVD you watched? V for Vendetta.
What was the last Album you listened to? Makeshift Patriot EP by Sage Francis, before that it was some Coldplay album.
What are you reading at the moment? Rereading Preacher, The Stranger and The Day of the Locust.
What games do you play? All sorts.
What do you love to do during your spare time? A copious amount of time wasting.
Do you have a job? Yeah.
What do you want to do? Get by.
On an average day, how do you spend it? Class shit, reading, video games, hanging at the comic shop.
What did you do today? Class, nap, video games, dinner with Jon and Sarah, Rescue Me with David/Littleton/crew, this thing.
What music have you listened to today? All sorts.
How much time do you spend online? An abundance.
What else do you do on the computer? Homework, research, leisurely writing, browsing.
What are your favourite outdoor activities? Smoking?
What is your favourite season? Not Winter.
What is your favourite type of music? I don't know, it bounces.
Do you listen to a wide range of music or one particular kind? The spectrum.
What brand is your stereo? I think I've got a JVC one at home. Otherwise, my computer.
How many Cds can it take? I think three.
What CD do you listen to most? Throw-away mixes in my car.
What are your favourite films? Whatever I'm in the mood for.

Chapter Four
How easily do you attract the opposite/same sex? Not very.
When was the last time you were asked out? Like girls do any asking. Either way, I think last week.
Are you single or taken? Cynical.
Where do you like to have sex? Somewhere amusing.
When was the last time you had sex? Slightly personal, huh? Ha, not incredibly recently.
Ever done it in public? Define public.
What has been the weirdest compliment you have ever gotten? "You're a bastard, but a lovable bastard."
Who was it from?: This crazy girl I dated a handful of months ago. The wild bit was fun for a while, but they grow quite tiresome. Plus, of course, she was clingy.

_smokeanddenim @ 2006-07-30T03:28:00

2006-07-30T07:28:49Z

For two years, I've strived to shed myself of that angsty, angry teenager that I use to be: that sadistic, irrational carapace. Though extremely far from perfect, I've become this repressed, mildly passive, mostly agreeable. . . I'm done.

I want my rage back. I want ambition, irreverence, a black-and-white perspective. I'm sick of being understanding. Well, that's not true. I just wish I could harness some of the misplaced passion I had when I was younger and allocate it to worthy and reasonable things.

It's just funny -- in the transition, I just aimed for apathy and rationality, and now all I want is my, I don't know, energy back.

_smokeanddenim @ 2006-07-23T17:47:00

2006-07-23T22:12:35Z

All right. As a preface, I'm writing all this because I just need somewhere to get it all down, get it all out. I'm not playgrounding pity or whatever else.

About a week and a half ago, I bought a pug puppy. For those of you that actually know me at all, you know that I've been waiting for quite a long time to get a dog, especially a pug.

Cut to the next afternoon, my father had some routine back surgery scheduled for that Friday. The day that I bought the puppy, he went in for some routine check-up stuff to make sure he could withstand the surgery, which included a colonoscopy. That Thursday, the day before his surgery and the day after I bought my pug, they called my father to tell him that the results of the colonoscopy indicated that he had colorectal, or colon, cancer in stage IIb, which means that the tumor has already completely breached the organ wall and, with all probability, will soon advance to the third stage of four, which is when it becomes fatal.

My parents are far from rich. In fact, they barely scrounge enough to be deemed middle class. This is where the next problem comes in: I need to sell this dog for something remotely close to what I paid for her in order to make some sort of return and help pay for the abundance of current and future bills that this will cause my family.

The following Monday, almost immediately after my four-plus hour oral surgery, my mother calls me to tell me that my uncle, who has undergone several surgeries to remove the football sized tumor weaving amongst the parts of his knee, has had his left leg amputated and part of his left hip removed as a result of blood clots/blood loss during the most recent surgery.

Also, my birthday is soon. I'm not saying how soon because I hate making a big deal about my birthday and things, but I did expect it to be a little, you know, not as bad as this.

So, you know, if anyone knows anyone with disposable funds that wants a puppy? Send them here. goodbyerocknroll@gmail.com / (419) 651-9979

Now we grieve 'cause now is gone.

2006-06-15T05:28:00Z

The wind clenches down
Extraditing these words
From a charred esophagus.

Nostalgia eats eraser dust
As old pages flutter on fire.

A dimly lit patio seethes
With a cigarette's frustration
And an old stomach demon.

Substandard deviance delves
Into Johnnie Walker and ice.

Binary blood and stiff keys
Click, correct, click,
And delusions return.

_smokeanddenim @ 2006-05-18T01:05:00

2006-05-18T05:15:32Z

It's been a long time since I've felt a draw to the past. I've put a lot of it behind me. Sometimes, though, after a bit of Jameson's and a couple Camels, it all floods back. I doubt I'll even worry about it tomorrow, but tonight it's everything.

When you've got a metaphorical wrap sheet as long as mine, the regret can layer on your back. It's a tough game. A lot of what keeps me from building coherent, consistent relationships these days is remembering the monster I turned into days past. I don't mean strictly romantic relationships, but those are certainly a major factor. It's sounds so cliche and absurd, especially purging them into some online journal, but it doesn't really ease the thoughts. I've changed my thought process, my actions, my whatever, but the history is always there. The fear of a philosophical remission is always there. Certainly I can still be a prick if you catch the wrong side of me, but it's so desperately seldom anymore. . . I'm still worried.

I've put a lot of people through a lot of shit, and this isn't some call to hope they stumble upon this shit entry or something lame like that. Sometimes you just hear a Discount song or play Katamari Damacy or visit Ashland and what you've worked so long to shed feels so much closer.

This is nonsensical (I'm taking the easy road and blaming the hookah bar and Rolling Rock), but occasionally an outlet is just. . . necessary and dire.

_smokeanddenim @ 2006-05-14T02:25:00

2006-05-14T06:31:54Z

The constant lager of returning vice,
The listless wonder of discerning mice
Picking the corpse of residual internment:
Of harsh slang, antiquated woes, violation.

Lackluster penchant for the bitterly dramatic,
a new feeling of actions ambivalent and erratic.

The lights turn red as your muffler purges;
Old habits in hiatus -- it quietly emerges.

Desperation in the depth of six beers;
The disease of shitty DVD reappears.

And fated nuances arise like a phoenix --
High school is closer than the River Styx.

_smokeanddenim @ 2006-05-13T02:49:00

2006-05-13T07:14:07Z

This desperate integration becomes
The morning glory segregation of
Old friends, new qualms and transfer.

Borderline personality, brand new tech;
The whistful burning of pensive tobacco.

A poetic edge lost for an elimination --
When shedding useless constraints,
Lost some good, anesthetic inevitability.

A harsh nudge toward mediocre urges
Juxtaposed with failing livers and lungs:

A beginning and an end tightly woven.

_smokeanddenim @ 2006-04-26T02:18:00

2006-04-26T06:21:13Z

the Wit
(66% dark, 19% spontaneous, 15% vulgar)
your humor style:
CLEAN | COMPLEX | DARK

You like things edgy, subtle, and smart. I guess that means you're probably an intellectual, but don't take that to mean pretentious. You realize 'dumb' can be witty--after all isn't that the Simpsons' philosophy?--but rudeness for its own sake, 'gross-out' humor and most other things found in a fraternity leave you totally flat.

I guess you just have a more cerebral approach than most. You have the perfect mindset for a joke writer or staff writer.

Your sense of humor takes the most thought to appreciate, but it's also the best, in my opinion.

You probably loved the Office. If you don't know what I'm talking about, check it out here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/.

PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Jon Stewart - Woody Allen - Ricky Gervais

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 86% on darkness
You scored higher than 1% on spontaneity
You scored higher than 5% on vulgarity

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The 3 Variable Funny Test
http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=17565214125862764376

_smokeanddenim @ 2006-04-18T04:45:00

2006-04-18T09:04:36Z

Ah, a Livejournal entry. I believe it was sometime on Friday night at the Smiling Skull that this entry was more or less promised, but I am ever the procrastinator.

I've been reading a lot lately, not that I don't normally. The weather has been the catalyst to my sitting outside (even, against my better judgment, on Scripps' hill). I read the entirety of The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, a Chabon novel that was good, but would have been better if I'd read it prior to The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, and The Da Vinci Code, which was, by and large, severely worse than its immense sales would lead you to believe. I started Never Let Me Go by Ishiguro Kazamajamababa (read: Japanese name I don't remember), read the bulk of Naked Pictures of Famous People or whatever the Jon Stewart book that isn't America is called and have finished about half of Thank You for Smoking, which the semantics of my pet peeves dictate I shouldn't have bought because of the movie artwork on the cover (yes, I am a pompous prick).

We had a cookout a la the community grills of the shit-infested University Commons on Saturday night. It made for a nice change from the overcrowed, under-beer-ed cockfests that usually litter the campus. Very laid back, very plush. I am, of course, the most phenomenal barbecutionist to have ever stepped foot in Athens, Ohio. I'd never grilled on a charcoal grill before, but it ended very well. We made boca burgers, herb-and-garlic-marinated chicken, the obligatory hot dogs and foccacia bread/chipotle cheddar/turkey grilled sandwiches. That, of course, leaves out my two types of wonderful pasta salad and the eggs that I dyed (plus the copious sum of cheap-ass beer that filled the bottom of my fridge as well as a cooler). Also, courtesy of the gratious Dana, we made s'mores after the coals burnt down.

I've been inexplicably social lately. I'm not sure if I'm happy about that or put off guard. It's led to a plethora of my drunken antics, obviously. Perhaps that's why I spent most of the day trying to remember the word "caveat," which only the brisk, but nice, air under the three-quarters moon of a clear night could retrieve. People are forcefully degenerating my vocabulary. Can "degenerate" even be used in the active voice? Filthy people.

_smokeanddenim @ 2006-03-24T06:04:00

2006-03-24T11:18:57Z

My eyes hurt like I haven't slept in days, but I've only been up for about twelve hours. Should probably nap before work so that I don't just come home and crash.

God forbid I appear with any less wit and fewer recommendations for the lovely comic-book shoppers that do my bidding. Transmetropolitan makes me talk in awkward sentences and sentence fragments. Better than Preacher, which leaves me talking like an extra in Deliverance.

I'm not good at doing laundry. Shrunk the majority of my clothing, including a Winter jacket and all three of my Murder City Devils shirt. Also, lost three socks, all which were part of different pairs. Bastards.

Been writing pseudo regularly for a comic e-zine that relaunchs in early April. I like being part of the press; I forgot the power that comes with a press pass, even if it is only to mediocre tiny comicons in Dayton. Maybe I'll see Teddy Davey. He won't see me -- probably left his glasses at school. I guess inside jokes don't work on Livejournal. Fuck. I'm thinking about going to the gigantic comicon in Chicago at the beginning of August. Then my press pass will allow me brass balls and first dibs on whatever mediocre con exclusives they have. I'll sell them at the shop.

I have an Incredible Hulk PEZ popper. I very much want to play Metroid Prime: Hunters. I'll leave with quotes. I've been on a Mencken kick lately:

"A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin."

"An idealist is one who, on noticing that roses smell better than cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup."

_smokeanddenim @ 2006-02-18T20:44:00

2006-02-19T01:55:03Z

Cacophonous and stuffy,
The room was swallowed
Quickly like cotton burning.
Stained and stinking,
The pulpit's aroma swelled
The wood of the pew,
Which creaked with disdain.

The narrow grew more narrow;
The small, that much more cramped.
Tobacco tar melted in holy water.

Animate and alive,
The walls grew and shrunk
Unable to decipher its wants
In the harsh face of ceremony.
It pled for its ambiguity.

_smokeanddenim @ 2006-02-06T03:12:00

2006-02-06T08:32:08Z

Ah, one of the sparse entries arrives.

Winter Quarter is always a bitch no matter what, but this year is enough to make me impale myself. For some reason, I overlooked the fact that I had to take Journalism 221, so I had to take it this quarter. I'm pretty sure this was one of the classes that drove Dan nuts, and now I completely empathize. If I thought I could get away with it, I would destroy him with some sci-fi-esque weapon. Or maybe just an pistol. Plus, it's my first 8 am ever, which makes it all the worse.

Lately, as often comes with Winter, I've had these. . . lost feelings. Maybe not "lost," that makes it sound like a HIM song (which is not good). Sometimes it's the incredibly cliche thought process about the elusive future. I guess I am almost a three-quarters done with college. I was looking up jobs for shits on Monster.com the other night, and it's kind of overwhelming. That eventually snowballs down the slippery slope and turns to affording moving to wherever, finding an apartment in that wherever, etc. It's a bunch of mind boggling nonsense that will eventually sort itself out, but it just seems so impossible right now.

I got a job writing for an e-zine. That should be fun. We haven't really talked about pay, yet, but I'm pretty sure I get partially reimbursed for buying comics. I was kind of hoping that we'd make it .rss feed based, but apparently it's going to function more like an actual magazine and only be released once a month.

Everyone I know's been weird lately, and polar opposites. Some have been really pushing away, and some have been really clingy. I'm not sure that either is an especially good thing. I wish there was just a strict middleground.

Ok, I really need a shower. Congrats, Steelers fans. From what I can gather, they won. I wonder if anyone fell off their balconies outside. . . sounds like it's time for a smoke break.

Strangely accurate.

2005-12-04T14:20:04Z

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_smokeanddenim @ 2005-11-22T03:07:00

2005-11-22T08:33:16Z

I never update this anymore, and I can't remember, even through the sparse entry days, when the last actually entry was. I'm not even sure there's every been a serious entry. Whatever.

I had my last final today, and now I'm done until the beginning of January. I'm still not sure where I'll be when on break. I'm half enthused about going back to Ashland, but not seriously. You can't really expect much from there, especially not when you haven't been actually involved in a good couple years, arguably ever. Sometimes it's hard to remember things, which is the most abstract way of saying that my memory fails me when I try to recollect great memories. I'm not being dramatic and I'm certainly not saying that there are no good memories; I just can't remember them without some cue or my increasingly disjointed stream of consciousness bumping into them. I'm not sure why I'm staying down here the two extra days between my last final and Thanksgiving, especially considering my Playstation 2, AKA my only manner of watching DVDs, broke a week or two back and my mind still can't justify buying an Xbox 360. What's worse is that I haven't written anything short of disgusting in as long as I can remember and I've read everything that I have 80 million times. I've been rereading Tolstoy and Saul Williams and the two are juxtaposing strangely well in my head. Anna Karenina's inquisition toward damnation ala depravity and adultery and , said the shotgun to the head's awkward imagery and ADD-satiating subject changes. Mm-mm, good.

On a lighter note, my interest in music piracy via the luxuriously vast world wide web has risen to peak heights as of late. Digital Underground, Goodie Mob, Black Halos, Dilated Peoples rarities, Dntel, Minor Threat's complete discography, Backyard Babies, etc. -- I'm making you all my bitch. One immensely large bitch with a membership bigger than a ska band.

It's really strange: this year, I'm incredibly excited about X-mas. I've been emasculating candy canes and downing PEZ from my favorite snowman like nobody's worthless business. I mean, come on. I get to listen to 364 Days and Dead by Christmas; I get to go home and have a extended family that's actually genuinely in good spirits; cocktail wienies wrapped in bits of canned crescant dough are readily availaible. Yeah, I'm all over this.

Nature as Privy to Jack ala Morning's Wee Hours

Six a.m.: I lick the hearty residue
Spread by the Mother’s embrace of Fall
From my pursing lips.

I'm no Emerson, no Thoreau,
Not even an environmentalist --
No, tonight I’m just an amateur astrologist
Brimming with Summer embalming fluid.

My hat’s wool thrust the rapier of
Idiosyncrasy into my mind’s forum;
I relish the deviation from routine.

I sit sucking on tampered nature
And huffing Saint Fall's dank sigil.

Sounds about right.

2005-10-28T20:00:50Z

The Vapor Trail
Random Brutal Love Master (RBLMm)

Here today, gone today. You are The Vapor Trail. Are you in a relationship now?

Your exact opposite:
The Backrubber

Deliberate Gentle Sex Dreamer

What about now?

Vapor Trails can be highly charismatic people--unpredictable, confident, and magnetic. You're experienced. You know how to handle yourself in a relationship, and many people appreciate that. Many people, all in a row.

You've had your share of blissful beginnings, to be sure. But things almost never turn out how you'd like, do they? The problem is you're never happy with someone for an extended period of time. Relate to the following:

Vapor Trails especially need a girl who will laugh at their jokes. They're also the most likely male type to be haunted by serious regret.

FACT: A few of your exes, the ones you were best to, will always love you. Nice going.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Intern, The Maid of Honor

CONSIDER: The Sudden Departure

Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.
My profile name: adf24

_smokeanddenim @ 2005-10-23T18:17:00

2005-10-23T22:38:14Z

Who are you:
What's your name?: Jordan f. Cooper.
How old are you?: Twenty-one.
If you could describe your physical self in one word, what is it?: Normal.
If you could describe your mental self in one word, what is it?: Indifferent.
What is your favorite color?: Grey, green, white.
Where did you get this survey?: I dunno, some search thing.

How do you feel about:
Animals (pets, or animals in general): They rip.
Abortion: Population control. I dunno, I don't. Baby isn't coming out of my body no matter what, so it's not my choice.
Faith; religion: Just read Camus' theory pertaining to in Myth of Sisyphus.
Politics: Masturbation?
The media: I usually take the Hegemony approach.
Music: Lyrical?
Television: 'S okay. Been into it more lately, now that I don't have cable.
Phone or instant messenger: IM. I fucking hate telephones. Face to face is fine, too.

Favorites:
Color: I think I answered this earlier.
TV show: Lost, Arrested Development, Family Guy, Sealab.
Movie: Chinatown, Batman Begins, One Flew Over a Cuckoo's Nest, Maltese Falcon, Almost Famous, etc.
Rock song: Ha, a lot. Lately it's been "She's My Bitch" by the Supersuckers.
Food: Chinese lately.
Snack: Pretzels.
Alcoholic drink: Non-Lite beer, gin and tonics, some stuff called "Hulk Smash" I had last night.
Hobby: Reading?
Singer/band: Lately it's been DangerDoom, Pumpkinhead, Supersuckers, and Radio Birdman. Not to mention all the constants.
City/state/country: Meh, whatever.

Future:
In 10 years, you'll be where?: Somewhere comfortable, hopefully.
Ok, how about in 5 years?: Likewise.
Are you gonna do college?: Well, I'm here.
Do you want children?: Maybe.
If so, how many?: Dunno. One.
What profession do you want to take?: Whatever's not too obnoxious and boring.

In the past 24 hours, have you:
Smoked?: Yeah.
Drank?: Yeah.
Gotten drunk?: Yeah.
Received/gotten a kiss?: Yeah.
Received/gotten a hug?: Yeah.
Taken drugs?: No.
Stood on your head and sang the Macarana?: Ha, no, thanks.
Plucked your eyebrows? (Or your bf or gf's?): What? No.
Read a Bible?: No.
Gone to church?: No.
Talked to someone?: Yeah.

Overall, what the heck are you feeling right now?: Topsy-turvy.

Hollywood/The Biz:
Who is your favorite actor?: I dunno, a bunch, I guess.
Who is your favorite actress?: Scarlett and other folks.

Off topic: Averaging, how much time a day do you spend on livejournal.com?: Not much.

Movies:
Favorite comedy:
Favorite drama:
Favorite thriller:
Favorite romance:
Favorite series:
Favorite chick-flick:
Favorite family film:
Favorite all-around movie:
Favorite tear-jerker:

Television:
Favorite primetime show:
Favorite reality TV show:
Favorite TV station:
Favorite episode of your favorite TV show:
Favorite all-around show:

I didn't feel like doing the rest.

_smokeanddenim @ 2005-08-29T20:20:00

2005-08-30T00:20:11Z

closest thing I recall
about love lost
is the six weeks I spent
in the frivilous void
of Summer romance

vacant signs hung
like the pretentious
indie band names
on our black t-shirts

watching baseball
in the evening
and trespassing on
the failing farms
of Southern Ohio

you never forget
a simple girl so receptive
to Chuck Bukowski
and Cabernet Sauvignon
while eating fresh
green beans on a car hood
talking about broken ventures
lost in London

all the experience in the world
couldn't prepare me
for the Ruby Tuesday girl
that stole me from
apathy

that is the romance
of idiot kids
expected to be
grown up

_smokeanddenim @ 2005-08-26T02:23:00

2005-08-26T06:28:39Z

I think I'm the only person in the world that can lose a relationship and be consoled by a dog simulator for a portable video game console.

By my pug is cute, even if it is digital.

_smokeanddenim @ 2005-08-24T10:52:00

2005-08-24T15:11:37Z

So, I got tagged for some crap where I'm suppose to write down 10 things that make me happy, and then I'm suppose to tell five of you ungratefuls to do the same.

(1) Being under covers with the air conditioning set to 55 degrees fahrenheit on high.
(2) Watching the Indians win after the Yankees and A's lost to break the three-way tie to lead the American League Wild Card race.
(3) Good company that I seldom get sick of.
(4) New comic day.
(5) Spending the next few hours in the dorm knowing that they will be the last ever.
(6) Reading Bukowski poems in bars.
(7) Walking by construction sites with Brahms on my headphones.
(8) When I'm not so contrained on time proportions that I have to almost schedule writing times, thus not limiting my ability to write anything remotely creative or coherent.
(9) Pirating classical music.
(10) Transmetropolitan, Nintendogs coming out for the DS, and the new Hellacopters album.

And now I've got to tag someone. BEKKY PANTS, GINA, BRANDY, ASHLEIGH, and MIMI. Sarah and Brittany are welcome to be tagged as well, if they like.

_smokeanddenim @ 2005-08-22T22:51:00

2005-08-23T02:52:36Z

Whoever of you assholes are still in Ashland need to entertain me for the week and a half I'm there, starting on Wednesday night.

_smokeanddenim @ 2005-08-19T20:03:00

2005-08-20T00:03:46Z

1. Go here.
2. Pass it on.

1.~How did you meet gracekellie? I dunno. Through one friend or another.
2.~What would you do if you had never met crippledjigs? Wouldn't have gone to junior prom.
3.~What do you honestly think of suchvirgin_lips? She's a total slut liar ass.
4.~Would or did quiet_violence and yellow_cake go out? Ha, no. But I'd probably laugh a lot.
5.~Have you ever liked brandy_xo? Haha. Like, two years ago.
6.~If merryxmas died tomorrow, what is one thing that you would need him/her to know? That it's ok to be named "Bucket".
7.~Would bekkyschramm and fiatcremor make a good couple? Haha, definitely. Pants and Dan.
8.~Describe sadsorryexcuse in 3 words: "Just like everything". . .(that made made her smile, and everything I used).
9.~Do you think forgottenlies is hot? Mos def. Sheri or bust.
10.~Would merryxmas and _disorderly make a lovely couple? No, it'd be quite heinous.
11.~What do you think of when you see yellow_cake? Youth.
12.~Tell me something humiliating about fiatcremor: He enjoys spilling things on the crotch region of his pants.
13.~Do you know any of ttipttirb's family members? Nope.
14.~What's quiet_violence's favorite color? Green.
15.~On a scale of 1-10 how cute is sarahpara? Four-hundred-seven.
16.~What would you do if sherilou just professed their undying love for you? Laugh and smoke a cig, but that's my response to most things.
17.~What language does quiet_violence speak? Gibberish and babble with a bit of jive.
18.~Who is quiet_violence going out with? Gems.
19.~Is magssss a boy or a girl? Been trying to figure that out since grade school.
20.~Would skybythelight and sherilou make a good couple? No way, Jose.
21.~Who do you think liberaldream would be great with from this list? . . .I think the only other dude on my friends' list is Dan, and he's dating Bucket.
22.~When was the last time you talked to forgottenlies? Couple days ago.
23.~What is brandy_xo's favorite band? I think it use to be Alkaline Trio, but now I have no idea.
24.~Does bekkyschramm have any siblings? An older and younger brother, and maybe an older sister?
25.~Would you ever date ttipttirb? Probably not. Nothing personal, I just have an inherent disdain for the entirety of humanity.
26.~Would you ever date sadsorryexcuse? Nah. See above.
27.~Is liberaldream single? . . .Maybe? She puts entries up about dating new guys all the time, I can't keep track.
28.~What is quiet_violence's last name? Bixler.
29.~What is skybythelight's middle name? No idea.
30~What is suchvirgin_lips's fantasy? Herpes acquisition in a venue's bathroom stall.
31.~Where does magssss live? I think Chicago now?
32.~Would you make out with gracekellie? Haha, no.
33.~Are crippledjigs and ttipttirb best friends? Nope. As far as I know, they've never met, but my life is dictated by irony, so I dunno.
34.~Does sadsorryexcuse like quiet_violence? I don't think they know each other.
35.~How did you meet skybythelight? I dated her sister Wiggles in high school.
36.~Is forgottenlies older than you? Yup.
37.~Is _disorderly the sexiest person alive? She wishes.

_smokeanddenim @ 2005-08-11T23:12:00

2005-08-12T03:13:13Z

_smokeanddenim's LiveJournal Slut Stats
The below percentages indicate what _smokeanddenim has done with the 30 people on his friends list!

met

70.0%

hugged

46.7%

dated

23.3%

kissed

46.7%

seen topless

40.0%

seen naked

13.3%

phone sexed

3.3%

made out

43.3%

oral sex

23.3%

fucked

10.0%

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For the record, the only person I phone-sexed was myself.

_smokeanddenim @ 2005-08-05T02:16:00

2005-08-07T06:16:32Z

an emissary of estuary
and all else completely trivial :
archaic phrases, ample philosophy .
in pursuit of verboten pleasure ,
self-important, personal panegyric ,
faking telegenic pontential
apologia and dissertation of self .

demarcation of past privilege :
middle-class refutation, lost Caucasion
orphic like the oracle of Delphi
pidgin as rhetoric to natives ,
Pyrrhic victories against Pygmeys ,
tripping my feet in Buddhist meditation ,
forced to kowtow against the Tarquins .

hegira poses as mecca ;
svelte as an elephant in labor
unctuous in elaborate neurosis
all the epigrams burnt at 451 .
I am the refutation of ne plus ultra :
an apercu of ignorant proportions .