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would you believe me, when I tell you... - 2000-03-29
So a lot has happened... Too much to write about even... I don't know, we'll see what pops out of my head, or gets pushed through my bowels: News Item: I am scheduled to go see my very first nine inch nails concert at the end of April. I am going with two very casual fans, and one possible fanatic. That shouldn't matter. I'd go with the cast of the Golden Girls if I had to. This has been a dream of mine ever since my brother told me fables from the Self Destruct tour. You know, mosh pits as intense as an L.A. riot, and music as loud as an Orson Welles' fart. Trent dancing on his keyboards, and removing fragments of Chris Vrenna's skull. All of these grossly exagerrated I'm sure... I am aware that my like for NIN has waned as I've matured, and killed away my bad parts. But I don't think I'll ever forget about his passion, and the creativity he instilled in me. And I don't think I will regret going to this show. I have done pretty much anything a wannabe hardcore NIN fan can do... except attend a concert. So this is it. "This isn't meant to last. This is for right now." News Item: The design for this page is still ugly like a Gap turtleneck-sweater that has been vomitted on. I have, on a piece of paper around here, the schematics for what will be Y2K's new website. I just have, nowhere around here, the motivation to do it. So, be patient kids... No need to avert your eyes for much longer. News Item: American Beauty big winner at the Oscars. Eric Lindros suffers concussion. Tom Arnold is gaining weight. Oasis still sucks. In other news... Sun to rise tomorrow morning. News Item: NBC invests in Vince McMahon's XFL. Charlie Sheen coming to primetime television. Trent Reznor wears sneakers. Y2K has schematics for a new HTML design. In other news... Sun to rise tomorrow morning... only to reveal that he is bisexual, and having a red-hot tryst with Michael Stipe. News Item: Russo, my Vince's mouse, was found dead this week, behind a freezer, apparently having died from a crushing blow from above (a mousetrap). I actually had to lay eyes on his grizzly corpse, and watch in horror as he was thrown in the trash. Russo was a cute little mousey-babe who never hurt anyone. He had countless opportunities to eat product, yet never did. He never crawled up anybody's leg. The most he ever did was scare some easily scared employees, and leave mousey poo on the cigarette rack. Because of this I have become vehemently opposed to mousetraps. There must be more humane and painless ways to deal with infestation... Like a cage in my garage. But I just feel so alone now, at work. I know that there is no other life around anymore. I am truly, sadly alone. News Item: When Y2K quotes "Make me cry..." from his favourite song, it means that good things are coming/already here. When Y2K says "Make me cry" he means crying in that good way, like at the end of It's A Wonderful Life or when the stars and nature come together... So don't, gentle readers, think that I am Mr. Morose again. Quite the opposite, actually. I am just really happy and comfortable, and am awaiting to be even happier and even more comfortable. And I am just partaking in some Vedderian idolatry. I know the words, so I must be worthy... --- "Make me cry..." is from the studio version of Vedder's "Yellow Ledbetter", which is probably Y2K's favourite song. --- Hey, an explanation. On my website? What is happening... So, I'm going to leave now. Not that I am done talking, but more that I am done being awake for today. 'night, then. --- "Good night, weary adventurer. Please remember to hold in the Reset button, while powering off your magic box, lest your tales and accolades be forgotten..."
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