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(no subject) [Jan. 18th, 2006|01:32 pm]
Tizzy and P-Dawg's Sanctum of Doom

greendaze
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(no subject) [Apr. 20th, 2005|12:57 pm]
Tizzy and P-Dawg's Sanctum of Doom

greendaze
[mood |amusedamused]

Grandmother Stuck in Bathtub for Five Days
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heeee, senility is funny [Apr. 4th, 2005|04:24 pm]
Tizzy and P-Dawg's Sanctum of Doom

greendaze

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NAME THAT SONG [Jun. 4th, 2004|11:12 am]
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garygetsnolove
Can you?



*xposted to my own journal*
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just wondering [Apr. 12th, 2004|03:04 pm]
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greendaze
[mood |relaxedrelaxed]

What is love to you?

This is what dictionary.com defines it as:

love n.
1. A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
2. A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.
3.
   a. Sexual passion.
   b. Sexual intercourse.
   c. A love affair.
4. An intense emotional attachment, as for a pet or treasured object.
5. A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment.
6. An expression of one's affection: Send him my love.
7.
   a. A strong predilection or enthusiasm: a love of language.
   b. The object of such an enthusiasm: The outdoors is her greatest love.
8. Love Mythology. Eros or Cupid.
9. often Love Christianity. Charity.
10. Sports. A zero score in tennis.

You already know what it means to me...unless you skipped it, which I don't blame you for because it was a long entry. Here it is again if you didn't see it:

Love, to me, is that bond you share with someone who knows you so well and so completely, and you know them to that same depth. And no matter how hard you try to sever it, you know it's real because it doesn't break, regardless of all the hurt and weight and strain you've placed on it. ... Love is a chain, extending from one heart into another; the thicker it is, the stronger. I have many chains sticking out of my heart and they're all different sizes. Some go to my family, some to my friends, and another goes to Tim.

So really, what're your thoughts on it? I'm very curious and I hope all of you will respond to this.
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add it up [Apr. 5th, 2004|02:27 pm]
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greendaze
I'm sure most of you are familiar, by now, with the fact that today marks the tenth anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death. It got me thinking about how much importance we place on specific numbers. Did anyone care when it was the ninth anniversary of his death? Will anyone say anything on the eleventh? Probably not. But the tenth, now. That's important. Why? Is it because it means a decade has passed since he last breathed? Why should that mean anything different from 12 years having passed, since the latter means even more time has been thrust between then and now?

I say let's start recognizing the lesser-celebrated numbers. I think it's about time they got some attention.

"Hey, man, how long have you and your wife been married?"
"It'll be 7 years next Tuesday."
"Congratulations! Wow, what a milestone! I hope you have something really special planned!"
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(no subject) [Mar. 1st, 2004|09:25 pm]
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greendaze
[mood |blankblank]
[music |PBS whore-a-thon]

How did you spend your Sunday afternoons as a child?

I used to watch this man on PBS:

Doctor Who, baby. Doctor. Who.
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(no subject) [Feb. 29th, 2004|05:59 pm]
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mrsmiawallace
so here's the deal: i have this idea in my head of what "post-modern" is. I tend to waver back and forth between loving it and hating it, with almost no rhyme or reason. actually, no rhyme at all, i don't tend to do that often. but very little reason. here's the thing -- i love things that are post modern "art" such as dance (like merce cunningham), or in garygetsnolove's case, a tupperware flour sifter. perhaps it's one of the only genres which inescapably coexists with the art that directly preceded it, but that makes me think of neo-classicism, which i appreciate in a completely different way. but i really hate postmodernism when i see it fetishized for stylistic purposes, such as at the Prada store. the prada store is so in love with itself, so in love with the idea that it is "more" than just a retail store, and so concentrated on being "different" from the "norm" (now i'm starting to sound like a zagat's review) that it just comes off as silly. placing rows of mannequins in the window, displaying clothing in cages hanging from the ceiling, that really weird valley-type dip in the floor....ick. anyway, i'm wondering if someone who reads this can maybe shed light for me on what their idea of post-modern is -- when it's good, bad, beautiful or ugly. i have to admit i've never studied art or dance or architecture, i just happen to be judgemental. also, about when would you say post-modernism started to come into existence? and do i just resent prada for being out of my league? who knows?











also, phil is a sexpot.
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It is unusual. Good thing I know why. [Feb. 16th, 2004|12:41 pm]
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garygetsnolove
How quickly can you find out what is so unusual about this paragraph? It looks so ordinary that you would think that nothing is wrong with it at all, and, in fact, nothing is. But it is unusual. Why? If you study it and think about it, you may find out, but I am not going to assist you in any way. You must do it without coaching. No doubt, if you work at it for long, it will dawn on you. Who knows? Go to work and try your skill. Par is about half an hour.
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Why Popcorn Factory Workers Have it Made [Feb. 8th, 2004|02:10 pm]
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greendaze
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]

I bet if a popcorn factory caught fire, all the popcorn would puff up and block the exits and people would have to eat their way out. Either that, or there would be so much popcorn it'd be like a giant house of balls and everyone could swim to the nearest window. Then they could throw popcorn out of it to make a cushion on the ground below and jump onto it.
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