Tuesday, December 27, 2005

I resolve . . .

Blog on hiatus . . .

Check back in a couple of weeks.

Happy New Year!

66 Comments:

At 12:14 PM, Blogger Houley posited...

Last year someone's blog went "on hiatus," there was mass chaos in the Blogosphere.

Just to warn you...

 
At 5:05 PM, Blogger P "N" K posited...

Don't worry Dub. it's only because most people couldn't figure out what hiatus actually meant. They thought it was an obscenity.

 
At 11:03 PM, Blogger Kid C posited...

Mine? No, I'm kidding. Mine could shut down for good and nobody would notice.

 
At 11:27 PM, Blogger Houley posited...

I thought yours did shut down for good...?

 
At 2:07 PM, Blogger Trent posited...

oooooo, burnination. wow. Yeah, anyway, just had to say that.

Peace

 
At 2:12 AM, Blogger Kid C posited...

Nope. I tried to rekindle your interest, Houle, with one of those Chet pics. Unfortunatley, it didn't seem to work.

 
At 5:22 PM, Blogger mayah posited...

we should do lunch when you get back to illinois, k? k.

 
At 12:49 AM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

I'm taking this over until further notice.

 
At 12:50 AM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Go here:
http://p097.ezboard.com/bthegrove24229

 
At 12:55 AM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Out in the streets at all hours of the night
Softly bathed in flickering dashboard lights
Hey!

There's no painless way to say that
I passed on that piece of the pie
That was planed as mine
I'm starving too but I'm hungry for life
Not that life,
But my life,
It's my time

My POS car with the radio playin'
The graveyard jockey is on the air sayin'
"Here's a new hot band outta Oakland..."
And it's the sound
Of my way out

We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes

Well I used to watch
This kid turning wrenches next door
He grew up
Engines strewn across the oil stained floor
I got a car
And next year I knew better
But i let her fall into disrepair
I gotta get away
Gotta get away
Gotta get away from here
But four wheels aren't going to get me there

Summer time blues on the front porch swinger
The jock says "The Rage got a new singer..."
The first note rips through the speaker
And it's the sound of my way out

We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes
We're the wolves
Prowlin' the shadows of these worn down streets
A rabid dose of ambition drives us to the books
To the highways -
To the lowway -
To the air waves -
We're all just tryna get a better look (a look)
At what's beyond the tall grass
That groes around this town

I gotta see the world for myself
And I only know one way to get out
Pick up my ticket to any where but here
It's got six strings and a soul
I gotta get away
Gotta get away
Gotta get away from here
Turn it up and rise up out of this hole

We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! Shake! Shake!
The dust off these shoes

We make noise
Shake! Shake! Shake!
What else could we choose?
Shake! Shake! Shake!
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! Shake! Shake!
The dust off these shoes
And Shake! Shake! Shake!
The dust off these shoes

 
At 1:00 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Now that I have the attention of the class: what's up?

 
At 3:15 PM, Blogger Hillstorm posited...

Wow, you'd definitely make the greatest substitute teacher ever. Hands down.

 
At 6:24 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Mike Ramsdell comes in a close second. He would hand out weed and alcohol to the kids. Not that makes him good, but, you know. It would probably be pretty interesting.

 
At 6:28 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

My favorite links:
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http://myspace.com/
http://p097.ezboard.com/bthegrove24229
http://www.dragonforce.com/index.shtml
http://apbio.biosci.uga.edu/exam/Essays/html/index.html
http://www.womynkind.org/scum.htm
http://hem.passagen.se/refusedfan/refnews.htm
http://www.imdb.com/Sections/Quotes/
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Main_Page
http://www.sagernotebook.com/index.html
http://www.allmusic.com/
http://slashdot.org/
http://www.first-avenue.com/calendar/mainroom.aspx
http://starwars.wikicities.com/wiki/Main_Page
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0006DIT2W/qid=1134533047/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_2/002-6160490-7776859?s=books&v=glance&n=283155

 
At 6:29 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

I'm leasing this space from Mr. Waninger. The cost: nothing. The reason: I want to.

Truth be told, he knows nothing about it.

 
At 6:30 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

It's only 630 and it's dark.

 
At 9:38 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Walking along the sidewalk.
Faint, yellow lanterns lining either side, trailing off down the hill into the darkness that castes a vale over the beach and the soft water of the lake beyond. The soft sound of shoe on brick is the only sound besides the faint call of crickets. No. The faint lapping of water on the moist sand, now: the only clue that that far off water even exists. The trees overhead form a cavern, blotting out parts of the sky, a sky that resembles a sheet of black satin with diamonds strewn across it.
People pass me.
They are dependencies that I have no time or reason to acknowledge: they are only part of my dream. I continue my walk and near my destination. The water is louder now, the trees more sparse. I can make out a dock protruding out into the water. Then I'm there. A dark tower rising above me and a door at its base presents itself, begging to be opened by the key that I now hold. I slide the key in, twist, pull. Open, I enter and turn on the lights. The lights beat back the darkness, the dream, and I am brought back alive. I have returned to the mortal world, and my trip along the lighted path is over. I have walked that path many times, in many places. I have been awoken many times. How many times will it take for me to forever be awake? To sleep no more? Too long, I hope. Those midnight dreams of far off places and faint shores are what keep me awake during the day. Thoughts of them propel me on. In those dreams I find life -- life more beautiful than can ever be imagined in the waking day.

 
At 9:49 PM, Blogger aa posited...

john i can see you are having way too much fun with this. ;)

 
At 9:56 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

I can say all sorts of dirty, mean and cruel things about our old english teacher and he would never be none the wiser! Aha!

 
At 10:01 PM, Blogger CoachDub posited...

JV - Will you ever learn how to spell your lessors name?

 
At 10:20 PM, Blogger Hillstorm posited...

Way to go WaNninger!

 
At 10:21 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Ok. I know how to spell it, I'm just really bad at typing, Mr. Wanninger.

Now that all the serious stuff is out of the way...

Frick, I have been found out! Back to the lab again!

 
At 10:21 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Lessor is such a funny word.

 
At 11:15 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

I am a patient boy...
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait...
My time is water down a drain...

 
At 11:21 PM, Blogger Josh posited...

everybody moving

everybody movin movin movin movinnnnnnn

 
At 11:27 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Please don't leave me to remain
In the waiting room...

 
At 8:30 AM, Blogger Kid C posited...

I haven't seen this many empty comments since that Tay post that got 105.

 
At 12:50 PM, Blogger P "N" K posited...

ditto

 
At 4:51 PM, Blogger Hillstorm posited...

haha

 
At 4:53 PM, Blogger Hillstorm posited...

By the way, it was nice seeing you today, Wanninger.

 
At 9:32 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Erik, obviously you have forgotten about how we used to fell blogs with the 100+ comment threads. Remember that? Blogs blew up because of that shit.

 
At 9:50 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

I killed a man in Baxter, just to watch him die.

 
At 9:50 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

That's what happens in J-walk City.

 
At 10:04 PM, Blogger aa posited...

i think you guys did that to my blog like 6 or more times

 
At 10:12 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

SHIT HAPPENS. TALK TO MY LAWYER.

 
At 10:13 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

THATS ME. I'M HIS LAWYER.

 
At 10:14 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Wot, wot?

 
At 11:16 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Please tell me why We couldn't stay
Don't let this feeling, ever go away
Let this memory forever be inside of me
Through every hour of every day
It's with the company of these friends
That we drove on through the night
We were carried by the wheels of armageddon

We're gonna force ourselves to live
Thankful it's hurt more than we've ever felt
It's just our means to an end

Please tell me why we couldn't stay
Don't let this feeling ever go away
Let this memory forever be inside of me
Through every hour of every day
It's with the company of these friends
That we drove on through the night
We were carried by the wheels of armageddon

And honestly we were armed with our best intentions
Maybe those intentions alone
are just enough to get us anywhere but here
In the middle of America
Six cylinders will take us further than any president
The same promises that we forgot the last time
There's no difference between staying and a bullet in the head

So fucking tell me why we couldn't stay
Don't let this feeling ever go away
Let this memory forever be inside of me
Through every hour of every day
It's with the company of these friends
That we drove on through the night
We were carried by the wheels of armageddon

Maybe it's gonna come from the radio
Or the next 8 hour day
Driving to the next town
A collect call home to your best friend
We are the company we keep
We could live off of dumpsters if we have to
Sell our blood by the pint to make rent
This kind of dignity doesn't come easy
But you'll never find it for sale

And that's why we couldn't stay
But never let that feeling ever go away
Kept to memory, inside of us
Through every hour, through every day
Until we die
It's with the company of those friends
We drove on through the night
Behind the wheels of armageddon

 
At 11:27 PM, Blogger Hillstorm posited...

what song is that?

 
At 11:30 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

We Did It All For Don. Against Me!

Greatest rock band. Ever. That's hardly an opinion either. More of a fact.

 
At 5:51 AM, Blogger CoachDub posited...

Sometimes on the surface a lyric will sound deep, but then you realize that it means absolutely nothing and makes no sense.
Case in point:
"We were carried by the wheels of armageddon"

What a bunchof poppycock.

 
At 7:07 AM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Haha. Whatever, Lessor.

Using my poetical analytical skills I would say that the author was trying to impart upon us, the listener, a sense of ending.

"Let this memory forever be inside of me"
"
We're gonna force ourselves to live
Thankful it's hurt more than we've ever felt
It's just our means to an end"

Clearly something has come to an end, and he and his friends are moving on.

DEEP.

I was at first tempted to just post some Coldplay lyrics...

 
At 8:17 AM, Blogger Kid C posited...

The 100 comment blog destroyers that Hobson, you, and I once had were brought down by word verification.

 
At 8:17 AM, Blogger Kid C posited...

Although...

 
At 8:18 AM, Blogger Kid C posited...

There are still some blogs that don't have word verification.

 
At 8:19 AM, Blogger Kid C posited...

But really, at a blog like this, with word verification, it just takes

 
At 8:19 AM, Blogger Kid C posited...

TOO LONG TO

 
At 8:19 AM, Blogger Kid C posited...

POST




COMMENTS.

 
At 8:20 AM, Blogger Kid C posited...

Y'know what I mean, Valesano?

 
At 8:20 AM, Blogger Kid C posited...

There. I got you to 50.

 
At 9:23 AM, Blogger CoachDub posited...

Renter: I did not say the whole set of lyrics were meaningless -- I said that that one line was meaningless.

 
At 10:05 AM, Blogger Josh posited...

armageddon was their tour bus until they crashed it

 
At 10:13 AM, Blogger Josh posited...

It was their tour van's name I mean

it crashed

 
At 10:47 AM, Blogger CoachDub posited...

Got it -- No longer meaningless. Now just goofy.

 
At 4:25 PM, Blogger Houley posited...

Let's analyze "Come Together" next.

Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease.

 
At 6:20 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Come together was written when Ringo was high.

 
At 6:28 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Needless to say, it was a big hit.

 
At 7:32 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Every shortcoming has trapped us, every mistake is now our own infinite failure.

 
At 9:19 PM, Blogger Houley posited...

You're not the only that's made mistakes, but they're the only thing that you can truly call your own.

 
At 9:23 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

I've got some other things to call my own...

 
At 10:50 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

One time some people I know went to a Combine Derby. I am still trying to figure out what that all means in the scope of things.

 
At 10:56 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Another time my friends and I went camping in the Crosby Mine Pits. This was the same weekend that a sex offender had escaped and was hiding there. We didn't find this out until after we left. I can imagine the ensuing panic: Holbrook standing like a man, Mattson with a strange glint in his eye, Jeff clutching his hatchet, Turbo ready to run, David croutched like a cat and me looking around at them considering who would be the easiest for the S.O. to pick off. Always the practical one.

That never happened though. Instead, we went rope swinging and swimming. Swing life away. Then Mattson did a belly flop. He turned purple. And I dragged like 8 trees so they could be chopped up, assembly line style. Holbrook was the one man line. We tried to help but we just got in his way.

 
At 11:32 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Sleep. What is it good for? ... ... ...

 
At 11:38 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

Absolutely nothing. I love answering my own questions.

 
At 5:12 PM, Blogger Houley posited...

I submit that it cannot.

 
At 11:31 PM, Blogger Johnny V posited...

65 just isn't enough.

 

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