the gasoline choir: September 2003 Archives

sure, you can write one of those boring wills and all, but where's the fun in that? me, i want one of those crazy irish wakes when i go, i mean i want everyone to get totally shitfaced and tell embarrassing stories about me and share screencaptures from the tequila webcam days and things of that nature.

anyway, what i've decided to do, is put together a playlist for this epic wake event somewhere at the end of my future. i'm dead serious here. it's going to take a little time, music is important. i know i'd have to start with goodbye yellow brick road because sometimes i am a clich�, and i want funeral for a friend played at my funeral.

it's going to be a long list, i expect a nice long wake with excessive amounts drinking, also participants should absolutely feel free to abuse their own substance(s) of choice, and let's not forget the debauchery, okay? it's what i will have wanted, you know.

this is not a morbid post. it's actually rather joyous.

so, like, ping me if you make a list, ok?

question: do you have your blog setup to require email addresses for comments?

if you answered no, carry on. if you answered yes, i need to have a word with you. the word is why? does it stop the trolls from trolling? does it stop the flamers from flaming? no, it just makes them make up idiotic fake email addresses, adding insult to injury, basically.

the little box in the MT preferences, the one that says 'allow anonymous comments' -- go check it. go on. do it. because it's a misleading little box. it gives the illusion of control -- as if by unchecking it, you are somehow going to make the various cowards who troll and flame come out and identify themselves. they won't. they can't. they are sad, emotionally growth-stunted losers, and their little fake email addresses are just so fucking pathetic.

allow them their anonymity, it's all they have, really. and in allowing that anonymity, freely, you prevent them from having to take it from you, insulting you in the process.

it's possible there was just a small earthquake. also i might have had too much red bull. you just never know.

aha -- and oh man how cool is that place? i submitted my little report and everything. damn the internet rocks.

this just in:
q. there are lizards and there are lizards
a. got that right. and i am number one, baby.

so lastnight whatsisface is babbling 'bout this place right down the street he might get, he's got his boss lyin' for him and his mommy cosignin' and probably lyin' too, it's more than we pay here but not by much, so i ask, i ask "so you're going to have a roommate?" just to make sure there wasn't any of that denial stuff going on and he says, "oh i have a roommate. didn't i tell you?" he beams. "it's the mommy of kobe and mando" (these would be children that go to the same babysitter as kurtwood, have for years).