Random Crap, OF DOOOM!!  

My own little corner online, where I can hide all my belly-button lint.

I think I can stick links in here...
It appears so!
I never liked that archive crap anyway.
Maybe i should organize these into sections...
Yeah, that would be cool.

Artists to worship:
Cam
Robert Venosa
Alex Gray
M.C. Escher
Stanlislav Szukalski
Zdzislaw freaking Beksinski
Rene Magritte
Honore Fragonard (now mostly translated!)
Senor Zar
Ex-Python animator
Mr. Bird could beat up your mother AND a dinosaur
Ernst Fuchs (fyooks, you asshat)

Don't let your kids listen to:
TOOL
SOAD
Cornell+RATM
Big Dumb Face
White/Rob Zombie
Collective Soul
Ozomatli
Damn pretentious Canadians
Queens of the Stone Age

People with the misfortune of knowing me:
Teh GOAT!
Teh STAB?
Teh w00tFr3d!!1!
McNugget.
Someone I don't really know but has good taste in TOOL, err, music.
My sister was dropped on her head.
The rest of my friends have too much self-respect for an online presence.

We dn't need no stikning spellchecker!

Fine, I'll archive this crap:

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I've decided that the Ren Faire kicks ass
Went there this weekend, because apparently it'd just started up again for the year. I was tied down by a fair lass not 20 feet inside the faire, so things were looking up. I was then offered a little pot (big enought to cook a shot or two of water), so things just kept getting better. Then I actaully got a free guiness from one of my fave teachers ever (Mr. Nath = ROCK!), so it was not only good to see him, but profitable! I started working on elizabethan ebonics, but my horrid sister kept hitting me so I had to stop (she's so rude).

I also learned a very important thing: surly magicians are the best magicians. We showed up for this one show that my sister really liked last year. It happened the same time as the big joust, so there were like 10 of us there when it was time to start the show. This guy's show generally consists of knife juggling and escaping straight-jackets whilst hoisted above the stage and I could see on his face that he didn't want to go to all that trouble for such a motley crowd. So instead he took a big swig of guiness and just started talking crap with us for a good 40 minutes. He talked trash to small girls, and told them they would be cruelly murdered by churros. He insulted people who showed up late and declared it coffe shop hour (so we should snap instead of applaud). He drained about three pints of guiness by the time he got off stage. Then he and his partner started their "big show of the evening." They're a tightrope walker and fire-eater, so they usually do a magic show involving the two. But our guy was already surly and they hadn't bothered to rehease the couple show, so they decided to make it another surly hour o' fun. Between talking shit to each other nonstop, they switched pants, threw knives at each other and made the other guy do their act. the fire-eater had to cross the rope using a katana for balance (on a couple guiness mind you) and the ropewalker ended up setting his face on fire a couple times. I had no idea what the hell was going on throughout the 1 1/2 hours I sat there, but I couldn't stop laughing.

Yes, you probably had to be there, but keep this in mind: if you ever want to be a successful magician, be a DRUNK successful magician.


  posted by Travis @ 6:00 PM


4/19/2004  
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