Category: General

Okay, did some minor changes to the site today. If I ever get some more time I will do some slightly more major updates. Tim is working on Viceman and he better finish it soon if he knows what’s good for him. I’ve seen “the dailies” and it’s looking pretty good. By the way, the message board and chat functions of this site have been removed because the respective companies that hosted them went belly up. Damn this internet.
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My one thought from the Oscar ceremonies:

Bob Dylan looks like Salvador Dali.

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Happy Birthday, Ian.

Did you ever wonder what brand of computer drivers of the new VW Beetles use? No, me neither. They most obviously use macs; it’s a no brainer. Well, I saw a new Beetle this morning with a mac logo on it’s rear window. It’s like, no duh.

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In honor of Valentine’s day, here is a (sort of) love song by Modest Mouse:
(my favorite line is in bold)

LIFE LIKE WEEDS
And in this life like weeds, you’re just a rock to me
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the places you go, you’ll see the place where you’re from
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you meet, you’ll see the place where you’ll die
I could have told you all that I love you
And on the day that you die, you’ll see the people you’d met
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you see, you’ll see just who you’ve been
I wish I could have told you all…
In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see
Hearts need us to bleed, in this life like weeds
You’re a rock to me
I know where you’re from, but where do you belong?
In this life like weeds, you’re the dirt I’ll breath
In this life like weeds, you’re a rock to me
All this talkin’ all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there’s nothin’ left to breathe
And you think you feel most everything
And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
So you think you’ve figured out everything
But we know that our minds are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
All this talkin’ all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there’s nothing left to breathe
Up until there’s nothin’ left to speak.
Up until the better parts of space

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I know I haven’t written in awhile. It’s weird how something as simple as being unemployed completely rearranges your schedule and you don’t seem to find as much time to write on your web page anymore even though you seem to have nothing but time.

Oh well. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, or whatever the hell you celebrate. The Muy wishes you the best. Look for some major updates to the site in the new year.

Talk to you soon.

— tim

Okay, so the nightmare is over. Time to wake up and deal with the reality that is sure to be worse than the dream. Good luck, America.

Speaking of death–my company died today. I guess December is as good a time as any to be hanging out at home. Oh well, wish me luck on the job hunt.

What is that you say? You didn’t mention death? Oh. Well, I did.

If you are asking yourself why themuy is not making mention of that terrible thing that happened to John Lennon 20 years ago today, it is because of something his widow, Yoko Ono, said that seems to make sense to us. She said we should not celebrate the anniversary of his death, only the anniversary of his birth. If you think of that for half of a second it makes complete sense.

I know that in a roundabout way, I just in fact did mention the anniversary of the horrible act, but I think it is okay just for the reason of passing on Yoko’s sentiments. I swear themuy will not mention that event on Dec. 8 ever again. We will only celebrate the anniversary of John Lennon’s birthday which, by the way, was Oct. 9, 1940.