Who Does J0E really want for president? Part 4 1. Michael J. Fox 2. Kevin Smith 3. Burt Reynolds 4. Brian O'Halloran

So, found the guitar I want... on E-bay. Ugh. Of all the rotten luck, it's... on E-bay. I loath... E-bay. Not only that, but it's going to run me $560.30 to take home. That's more than $130.00 over the price I was told at Guitar World. Damnation. No stores around me carry it, either. Bastards. I put my name on all these watch lists, but I doubt anything will come of that. I so badly want this guitar and I know I'm not going to get it. Damnation. I think I may end up just buying another bass. I got lucky last time when I just walked into the store with nothing in mind. I found a perfect one. I should do that again. Whenever I go in looking for something, it's never there. D'oh...

I could always buy the cheapest bass possible and buy a few pedals and whatnot. I still need a gating pedal. Maybe some kind of wacky wah-wah pedal or something. I don't know, I can barely play as it is. Both as in skill and as in the actual possibility to pick up a guitar and use it. My neighbors complained last week that I was playing 'too loud, too late'. I think it was on volume '4' at seven on a Saturday. Yeah, some people suck...  ¶ 10:08 PM 1 comments

 

Who Does J0E really want for president? Part 3 1. Stephen Stills 2. Ricky "The Dragon" Steamboat 3. JJ 4. Travis Morrison 5. Jabez Gatson

‘Clerks’ DVD Inspires Kevin Smith To Write A Sequel. Came online to that staring me in the face. I thought it was some kind of joke. Apparently not. Sure, the name "The Passion of the Clerks" is a bit hokey... ok, a very large bit hokey, it is still the greatest news I've read in a long while. Anderson and O'Halloran were both "hesitant to sign" at first? My guess would be because of the title. I mean, sure, they're both doing their own things now (I still need to see Jeff Andersons movie "Now You Know"), but this is something they have to come back to. I mean, it started it all. The only other reason I could see is because they were afraid it wouldn't live up to the hype. Clerks was a revolutionary film. Still is, really. If Clerks 2 ended up sucking, it'd tarnish the image, the characters, and the way of life Clerks established. I know I'm kind of afraid of that, myself. I mean, Jersey Girl didn't look good. It looked terrible. Sure, I may be judging it even though I haven't seen it, but I've never seen the Hiroshima bombing, and I'm sure it wasn't no super-happy fun time, either. I still want to see it, just because, but I don't have high hopes. Of course, I never do, so there is that...

Probably going to buy a guitar, like, this week. If I can find one I like. More specifically, the Coral Gibson SG-X I have been carrying a torch for since forever. I wonder if anywhere within a twenty mile radius will have one. I doubt it. Still, it's worth a shot. I've got nothing better to do...  ¶ 9:30 PM 0 comments

  Back from the dead, incase you forgot. It's not like many people read this anyway. So, Jenna came over the other night. She was normal for about fifteen seconds. Then, she started telling her sob story. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't mind listening to her. I'd like to think I'm not the most insensitive person in the world, but I mean, it gets to be a bit much. She started going into how she's "sick of being alone" and all this jazz. Yeah, like I'm just some piece of chopped liver or something? It makes me feel great that you come to me crying that you're sick of being alone. So, am I supposed to comfort her? Tell her she's not alone? Yeah, so she can use me? No dice, pal. I like Jenna and all, but I draw a line at losing my dignity (the little that remains of it, I mean). I'll be there for her when she needs me, but not if that's the only time she'll want me around. I may be horribly ugly, but that doesn't mean I'm a sellout. I think she was, like, mad at me. Yeah, mad. At me. For not caring enough, or something. She was all like "Stop acting as if you hate me" and stuff. Ah, yeah, when you stop acting as if you're using me. Sitting there and crying to me about how you don't want to be alone? What do you want me to do, run out and find a guy for you? Jesus, man, I'm willing to accept that there is no way in hell she likes me the way I like her, and I'm not upset with that (I understand. I mean, look at me, I'm ugly), but I draw the line at handing her off to the opposing team. You're sick of being alone, I'm here. If that's not enough, then I can't help you. Don't get mad at me for not going out of my way to make you happy. I don't even do that for myself...  ¶ 12:51 AM 1 comments