Giuseppe Zangara

Nevermind, I was listening to Can's "Mother Sky" on my iPod (so gay!) when I got up a moment ago to check on my pizza, and I caught myself pumping my fist in the direction of my roomie's cat.

It makes my ass shake and fist pump. Well, it doesn't make my fist pump. I don't know that I've ever pumped my fist, actually.

I bought Raw Power on vinyl yesterday, Banky.

Hey Incandenza, do you like my new user name? He left. Ain't my face red? Sorry, I went to bed. Re your name. Is it supposed to be ironic?

Heh.

Oh god, I just realized I totally put my internet reputation on the line. Oh god oh god oh god.

Very much so, yes.

He never met one of them; the other never asked.

Sorry it took so long to sign off; I got distracted.

I'm gonna count to five and then sign off again.

Okay, now what.

Let's never fight again.

I signed off, anyway. I don't think I can be bothered to sign back in.

Now that's just rude.

Banky, why aren't you on AIM, anymore. Is it true Piss took your name.

I'm not talking to you, Bob.

I'm pretty angry at Bob, though. He exposed me for a fraud.

Banky, it's amusing that you still haven't accepted that you long ceased to be the center of this board's attention.

Look, Bob. I made the whole thing up, okay? You were never mentioned.

I am upset and disallusioned that two of my favorite posters made themselves look like a bunch of fags. You're so cute whenever you're envious.

Banky is upset!

The first seven songs on New Day Rising (aka "side one") are mostly perfect, but the album completely falls off for me after "Books About UFOs." Still, pretty awesome album overall. My favorite Hüsker Dü is Zen Arcade, but I usually find myself listening to Warehouse: Songs and Stories more than any of their other releases. An imperfect masterwork, I guess.

You're the only person we talked about, is why.

A few bonus pics: Agent and I in his truck Me, inhaling Me, post-exhaling