History, Martial Arts, hiking, wine, beer, sake, liquor ( No I'm not an alcoholic, it's one of my hobbies) food, sleep, pretending I know something about art, anythig that has to do with Japan, driving long distances for the hell of it, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, FLCL, Saiyuki, Rurouni Kenshin, Cowboy Bebop, explosions, a cold pint of Newcastle or Guinness, Sunday mornings, fall, rain, rainy Sunday mornings, snow, playing the devils advocate, making people think, people who make me think, black tea, pirates, dreams...
People, dead or alive, I'm not picky.
Jimmy Eat World, Swing Kids, GWAR, Nujabes, Sex Postitions, Rudimentary Peni, Violent Femmes, Crass, The Nerve Agents, Eastern Youth, The Decemberists, Operation Ivy, Subhumans, An Albatross, Asian Kung-Fu Generation, The Red Chord, Give Up The Ghost, Napalm Death, The Dead Milkmen, Some Girls, Cursive, Refused, Operatic, Damien Rice The Crucifucks, Zounds, Osker, Los Crudos, Samiam, Elliott Smith, The Locust, Weezer, Ben Kweller, Ozma, At The Drive In (when they existed), The Plot To Blow Up The Eiffel Tower, Nirvana, Bush (To hell with you guys, 16 Stone and Razorblade suitcase kicked ass),Neil Young, The Foo Fighters, Oasis, Pudafunk, Citizen Fish, The Pillows, Fear Before the March of Flames, Ciril, Social Distortion, The Black Dahlia Murder, Bruce Lee Band, Frank Sinatra, Sonny Rollins, The Dillinger Escape Plan, Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers, Ella Fitzgerald, John Coltrane, Do As Infinity...am I cool yet?
I lose all of Omar's picks. They go to a special little dimension that resides in Matt's garage.
"The great oak tree had stood on a hill over the Hudson, in a lonely spot of the Taggart estate. It had stood there forhundreds of years, and he thought it would always stand there. Its roots clutched the hill like a fist with fingers sunk into the soil, and he thought that if a giant were to seize it by the top, he would not be able to uproot it, but would swing the hill and the whole of the earth with it, lke a ball at the end of a string. He felt safe in the oak tree's presence;it was a thing that nothing could change or threaten; it was his greates symbol of strength.One night, lightning struck the oak tree. Eddie saw it the next morning. It lay broekn in half, and he looked into its trunk as into the mouth of a black tunnel. The trunk was only an empty shell; its heart had rotted away long ago; there was nothing inside-just a thin gray dust that was being dispersed by the whim of the faintest wind. The living power had gone, and the shape it left had not been able to stand without it.Years later, he heard it said that children should be protected from shock, from their first knowledge of death, pain or fear. But these had never scarred him; his shock came when he stood very quietly, looking into the black hole of that trunk. It was an immense betrayal-the more terrible because he could not grasp what it was that had been betrayed. It was not himself, he knew, nor his trust; it was something else. he stood there for awhile, amking no sound, then he walked back to the house. He never spoke about it to anyone, then or since.Eddie Willers shook his head, as the screech of a rusty mechanism changing a traffic light stopped him on the edge of a curb. He felt anger at himself. There was no reason that he had to remember the oak tree tonight. it meant nothing to him any longer, only a faint tinge of sadness-and somewhere within him, a drop of pain moving breifly and vanishing, like a raindrop on the glass of a window, its course in the shape of a question mark.He wanted no sadness attached to his childhood; he loved its memories: any day of it he remembered now seemed flooded by a still, brilliant sunlight. it seemed to him as if a few rays from it reached into his present: not rays, more like pinpoint spotlights that gave an occasional moments glitter to hi job, to his lonely apartment, to the quiet, scrupulous progression of his existence."The Rant of MikeIs this how im supposed to live my life, merely being content with the memories I've accumulated through my life? Is this what is going to sustain me when I am elderly, when i am on my death bed? Bah, what utter foolishness! I dont want to franctically try to find proof that I am or was or will be alive. I live for one purpose, and that is for me to decide for myself. Each and everyone of us has a purpose, and that is to choose. No other being on this hunk of rock has that ability except for mankind, so dont waste it you worms. Look to no one else except yourself for the future. If you dont like something, change it. What good is it going to serve to sit around and complain about the medeocricity of your life if you do nothing about it? Live, make mistakes, and learn from them. We have two good feet, so use them. And if you dont have two good feet, use what ever you have, it will seve no purpose sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. Lear to let things go, learn that nothing is forever so enjoy everything while you can. I've now put in my own two cents.
Clerks, Blood Diamonds, The Big Lebowski, Snatch, Dead Man On Campus, Night of the living dead, Dawn Of The Dead, the Last Samurai, American Werewolf in Paris, Mallrats, The Lost Boys, American History X, Death to Smoochy, Detroit Rock City, Whats Eating Gilbert Grape, im not that picky on movies.
Adult Swim, History Channel, Comedy Central, The Adventures of Pete and Pete, Supernatural and Frasier... other than that.. kill all television!! Television is the opiate for the masses! The revolution will not be televised! Liberate the VCR, and things like that and what not...anarchy...yeah...wooo!
I used to read a lot of them
Heroes only arise when the world is in chaos. They arise to help those who suffer. I would rather live in a world that has no heroes. OOBA CHUUUUUU!!