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| 2/28/02 9:47 AM ~ Luke Mood_Weee <‡> Evanescence: Bring me to Life <‡> Plottig_Spring Break Lazy is thy name. Well, here it is. This will have to tide you over for another couple of days because spring break is upon us. I'm going to beautiful, sunny Cadillac, Michigan........... WOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo <sigh>  Yeah,
so there it is. You'll notice this post is coming to you pretty early in
the morning, easy explanation, no sleep last night. Turning the page...today is a sad, sad day. With the passing of any great figure in American culture we find ourselves a little emptier without their familiar ambience to fill us with joy. Even though we always knew how special these people are in life, we can't even begin to comprehend the impact they played on our lives and on society until now, in death. Sadly, if you have yet to hear the news, Mr. Rogers passed away yesterday. At age 74, stomach cancer claimed the life of this cultural icon who has played a role in the development of many of our childhoods. Tribute must be paid to this amazing man, so here we go. From Luke's Domain to those who knew him as the kind man who always took our imaginations to their limits and did so with a smile on his face, and a song in his heart. We'll miss you Mr. Rogers, may your memory live on here...
2/23/02 1:47 AM ~ Luke Mood_Bored <‡> Ear Input_Mudvayne: Not Falling <‡> Plotting_SimCity 3000 Yup, it's Saturday night and all I've got going for me is SimCity 3000 which is almost done downloading. I stayed out all night at the casino again, and I emphasize again. Austin and I finally got players club cards so now we can get comp meals and rooms and all that shizzle. Hey guess what, the new login scripts are all set up. The new page, at least parts of it will be up SOON. I don't really have much else here to go on here, I guess I'll go work on the new site. Here's the wonder that is Matt Sayilik, feel free to IM him and call him a goat fucker as I did.
2/18/03 2:00 AM ~ Luke Mood_Meah <‡> Ear Input_Mudvayne: I.d.i.o.t <‡> Plotting_No clue Well, here it is. I've got nothing to post about. eBay is a kind mistress, and that's about all I've got. The new site is well, it's there. Details need to be fixed and then it should be up. God I suck, it should have been up months ago. Well it was Valentine's Day weekend, the girl and I needed to do something. So we spent Friday night in an executive, jacuzzi suite at a way fly hotel in Battle Creek. I'm sure none of you care, but stick with me here. Food needed to be acquired, and Red Lobster seemed as good a place as any. So we arrived to find a line of people waiting for tables that rivaled the line of mexicans waiting to have sex with Ian's mom. Anyway, we got inside and put our names on the waiting list and took a seat by the door. When what should enter the front door but the token redneck couple, hooray! First was the illiterate, slack jawed, welfare case man with huge beer gut in tote complete in a flannel tuxedo. If that weren't enough his wife was next and I kid you not she has to come through the DOORS sideways in order to even come relatively close to being completely inside. She was adorned in a mismatched sweat suit combo that drove the word clash into some serious penis envy issues. Shit, why go to Cadillac when Cadillac can come to you? I think Cadillac and Battle Creek boned and produced East St. Louis. Or maybe it was the other way around, who knows? Back on track here, we were finally seated and had a bitchin meal of shrimp and crab legs and were about to call it good and head back to the hotel. Coincidentally, the yokel couple was heading for the door just a few steps ahead of us. I must emphasize at this point in the story how long it took to make it that 50 feet, because the damn bitch couldn't fit through the tables, so everyone in her path had to move. We were in the wake of the storm and had an amazing view of the cottage cheese factory she housed in her ass and thighs, mmmmm. Now, for those of you who don't know the story of Red Lobster, they all have a tank full of live lobsters located somewhere in the store for all of the customers to see. I guess to put the hunter gatherer mind frame back into the whole event. Moving on, the tank at this particular lobster retailer was located right next to the front door, so you couldn't miss it on your way out. And the flannel man certainly didn't plan on just passing by. No sir, he marched right up to that tank, pointed his finger menacingly at an unfortunate lobster and then maniacally stated for all to hear, "You got lucky, this time!" Christ, I thought I was in some horrible action movie  and Arnold
had just unloaded one of his amazing nuggets of wisdom. The only thing that
could have made the moment more complete was if the lobster displayed a
pair of shifty eyes and produced evil overlord music in a fanfare of some
sort. Well, this was too much for Lindsay, she just died, right there on
the spot. It was far too funny to be taken in only one sitting, poor girl.
So now I'm single again, not really. But it was funny shit, we laughed all
the way to the car, which worked out to be quite close to the trailer that
the foreboding lobster taunter used to haul his brobdingnagian
wife around in. It definitely put a shine on the beginning of our evening.
What would happen next? Enter the hours and hours of sex, you get the idea.
Peace out my children... 2/15/03 12:11 AM ~ Luke Mood_Sleep <‡> Ean Input_Sleep <‡> Plotting_Sleep
After you've known RyRy for awhile, certain personality traits of his don't seem to be as impervious as one once thought. But every once and a while he can still strike a chord deep within my soul, a chord which makes me question, well, everything...
That's all I had, beside the pleasure of informing everyone we've made close to 1000 dollars and we're not even done yet, damn I love eBay. Happy Valentine's Day, peace out my children... 2/11/03 7:10 PM ~ Luke Mood_Blah <‡> Ear Input_..... <‡> Plotting_Java Project
Well, this could possible be end for one of the most annoying marketing ploys of all time. Last Sunday night the 'Dell Dude' or whatever hell his handle is was busted buying some weed. Besides the blatant fact that Dell computers suck balls, and that their marketing strategy of using mainstream cultural tags like 'Dude' and 'Sweet' to appeal to the younger 'Dude, Where's my Car' demographic of today's society in a despondent attempt to sell more of their amazing computers is frivolous at best. The whole thing is just plain out ridiculous. Now don't get me wrong, I'm glad Dell computers are out there. Because if they weren't the repressed Mac users would have nobody to make fun of...wow that's a low blow. Anyway, here's an article from yahoo news talking about our token just add water advertising tool, and I do emphasize the word tool...
Now hopefully Dell won't want this type of negative PR associated with their product and give Benny a big enema using fermented orange juice and a gaggle of lonely beavers....yeah, think about it. Long story short, he should die. Peace out my children... 2/09/03 3:34 AM ~ Luke Mood_Wired <‡> Ear Input_Earth Crisis <‡> Plotting_Mass Sexin Well, I woke up early this morning holding the intention of getting my ass some tickets. Not just any tickets, the much sought after Radio City Music Hall Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds performance tickets. And why you may ask? Was it because I'm a huge Dave fan and my life wouldn't be complete without this experience, or was it because these tickets are worth thousands of dollars on eBay? Those of you who know me already know the true reasons. But for those of you who don't, let me explain. I'm the world's biggest and most devoted Dave Matthews fan there is, I would do anything or go anywhere to see him perform, I would even............wait, what?!? Oh hell no, it was for the fucking money dumb ass. Radio City tickets are worth so much money it makes me splooge just thinking about it. So whatever, you know the reasoning, on with the story. So I set forth, onwards toward my computer, for it was the final gatekeeper. Traveling the great distance from bed to floor left me parched and weary, however I knew that I could not let my guard down even for a moment. The road was not a sheltered one, it was laden with danger and ill-gotten spirits. But alas, I did arrive safely at the keyboard. Upon my arrival I prepared to do battle against the greatest evil in the land. Lesser men have fallen dead merely in its presence, but my heart was strong, and my intentions pure. However, these things alone would be no match for this foe, this nemesis of demonic inheritance, this evil of unrivaled power. For today, I did battle with the great sorcerer, TICKET MASTER!!!!!!!!! *thunder erupts and so forth* For the well being of you all, I'll spare you the horror of seeing that name repeated, and I'll simple refer to ticket master as, the beast. When dealing with this amount of force, one does not mess around. I attacked the beast with a steady stream of ticket requests using the backspace, enter technique developed by the elite few scalpers who truly posses great power, you know who you are. The beast 
defended itself in a predictable manner, using its most basic defenses to
thwart off the weak minded and those in hope of miracles. This was expected,
and as such dealt with accordingly. My attack efforts quadrupled, for I
was now attacking on two computers, each using two browsers. This tactic
had never failed before, a four frontal attack couldn't fail, all the while
I prepared for my inevitable victory. The battle swayed; the beast had fear
in its eyes as I moved in for the kill. I pulled forth my enchanted credit
card, summoned its powers, took aim at the beast and let forward all of
my wrath. There was a great rumbling throughout the land, I was later told
it could be felt for miles around. I knew I had won, and I started my celebration
while waiting for the dust and smoke to clear. And that's when all hell
broke loose, for as the landscape regained its shape, and I could once again
see clearly, all I saw was my own vanquish. The beast had done it, the beast
had trumped me in my own hour of victory....
Yeah, so anyway, I didn't get any fucking tickets. I don't know what the hell happened. Oh well, my boy Austin did and as such he'll turn great profits. At this point I'd like to give a shout out to those trying to beat our eBay system, keep tryin lady, we always win. Whatever, the most disturbing thing that happened throughout today's adventure with the beast was the final message I received, it was actually the message that made me give up my pursuit of the tickets. I'll let you decide for yourself what their intentions were with this one...
Is it just me, or has someone really lowered the bar around here? I mean come on, save that for later, like when I'm not trying to buy tickets. I'm exhausted, peace out my children... 2/04/03 1:42 AM ~ Luke Mood_Sleepy <‡> Ear Input_Trance Stories <‡> Plotting_Installing Hard Drive Yeah, apparently I'm not posting enough, so sorry. I do this thing called school every once and a while........ok ok ok fine, I do this thing called masturbation a lot. Anyway, I didn't realize I was lagging so much, I did in fact receive formal notification of my laziness today. Observe...
Yeah, so this is me saying I'll post more. I've ripped a cool trailer for the upcoming Matrix films that I'll put up for download in a few days. It's really sweet, I'd advise checking it out. In other news, it was Steve's birthday last weekend, so many of us went home to Cadillac. I'm not quite sure why I did, seeing as how Steve didn't bother to attend my birthday, ass. Anyway, here's what a weekend in Cadillac got me...
Yup, I spent a whole weekend in Cadillac and all I got out of it was bowling with 17-year-olds and Rob's sweaty pits. All together now, <sigh>. Looking past that, bowling was fun for the most part. We got to watch RyRy be an ass, he repeated a stunt that has previously gotten us thrown out of bowling alleys. Here's the jist of it, he rolls his pant legs all the way up past his thighs so it looks like he's wearing, at best, some weird khaki diaper. Then precedes to run around the bowling alley acting like, well....RyRy. You can download it here. Or you can watch Ry do what he does best, and fuck with a little kid who totally can't bowl here. These videos didn't convert very well, if you have trouble using Windows Media try opening them with RealPlayer. If you still can't get them to work let me know and I'll see what I can do for you. That's all for now, I'm going to watch and episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force and then call it a night. By the way the Post_Wars battlefield has been cleared and is ready for battle once more. You're all a bunch of sick fucks, so keep up the good work. Peace out my children... |
