Tuesday, July 30, 2002 :::

Top 5 movies of all time, anyone?

Mine (for the moment, anyway) are as follows, in varying order...

Grosse Point Blank
Fight Club
Moulin Rouge
The Crow
Dark City

::: posted by AJBrotz at 11:26 PM

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Monday, July 29, 2002 :::

Due to recent inspiration, courtesy of the island, I'll be putting this blog on indefinite hiatus. Time to think less and act more. Btw...the internet really is NOT a good thing. Go outside.

::: posted by AJBrotz at 12:33 AM

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Thursday, July 18, 2002 :::

Intuition. Insight. Emotions. Feelings.
Take the quiz.

i need to live here. on the beach. or at least have a house here. need. it just feels like home. i experienced an absolutely perfect sunset tonight - while running along the shore, i noticed that part of it jutted out into the ocean...-a sandbar. i went out to the edge of it, alone, except for a few seagulls flying overhead, and this one elegant, proud, grayish crane-like bird, who i could have walked over to if i had wanted to. he was looking for dinner, and i was watching the sun set. beautifully. if this sounds trite, that's really too bad...because it really was an awesome experience...and i know that you would had to have been there... - anyway. i sat there for about an hour, watching this perfect sunset...surrounded by literally trillions of shells. infinite, it seemed. and the breeze...nonstop... - it really was perfect. all of it. i would have loved to share it with someone...but only someone who truly would have appreciated it on same level that i did...and sadly, i can think of few friends (no offense at ALL) who wouldn't have gotten bored...or would have simply stuck it out for my sake...or whatever...and that's fine and all... - i'd rather have no one there than someone forcing it, and by "it," i mean anything. the small things are so unspeakably important to me...on a level where verbal awareness or acknowledgement is absolutely unnecessary and detrimental to the moment... - either you feel it, or you don't, basically. it's that simple...or that complicated, depending on the person, i suppose. you know what's terrifying? how history shows that ageing = closing off your emotional/psychic/______ receptiveness. it all goes back to the whole thing where children seem like they see, or know, what adults just don't...and i'm praying so hard that i hang onto whatever it is that keeps that openness...open. and i hope that everyone aware of this..."phenomena" or whatever u want to call it realizes that it's fragile...and priceless...and so, so awesome. i can see that my parents have lost a lot of it... - every now and then i see a flicker, but...eh. and maybe everyone isn't born with this openness...but i choose to believe that everyone is. it goes along with my belief in divinity, i suppose...belief in the soul, etc. no one is going to read this :) and that's probably good. i sound selfish throughout most of it...and it's only after typing for this long that i really get honest...that i start typing for myself. but now i've acknowledged it, and the authenticity is sure to fade soon...so we'll try this again another night. is it possible to be depressed, but think that you're happy? i don't think so. stupid online quizes, i swear to God. the Beatles were/are fabulous.

::: posted by AJBrotz at 1:09 AM

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Saturday, July 06, 2002 :::

::: posted by AJBrotz at 12:23 PM

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Friday, July 05, 2002 :::

This is a story about a girl named Avril... - Lavigne, that is.

What a crazy canuck! And to think - I once entertained the possibility of her being my rock-and-roll soulmate. What was that all aboot?

Thanks go to Mr. Brent Turner (PapaBear18) for the 411 on this out-of-control Canadian pop-rock-star.

Brent offered to tell me Miss Lavigne's story after I inquired about my cd booklet, which he was going to attempt to have her sign for me.

The following events occurred July 4th, around 1:30 AM:

JMunkey: is my booklet still in tact?
PapaBear18: yeah
PapaBear18: its still good
PapaBear18: i couldnt get the autograph tho
PapaBear18: wanna hear what happen?
JMunkey: no problem...-was she too busy smokin' pot?
JMunkey: yes
PapaBear18: well
PapaBear18: aropund 1;30
PapaBear18: cops came to her room
PapaBear18: it was trashed
PapaBear18: severly damage
PapaBear18: she was drunka
PapaBear18: and high
PapaBear18: along with her guitar plaer
PapaBear18: they found her
PapaBear18: took all the bands stuff
PapaBear18: through it out
PapaBear18: and kicked her out of the hotel
PapaBear18: arrested her manager
JMunkey: lol, wow...
PapaBear18: while the guitar player snuck out the back
PapaBear18: and ran into the park
JMunkey: and what became of him?
PapaBear18: dont know
PapaBear18: didnt see
JMunkey: i see...is that the end of the story?
PapaBear18: thats all that we saw
JMunkey: jeez...that's pretty crazy.
JMunkey: thank you for the story...-i shall blog it so that the people may know the truth.
PapaBear18: lol
PapaBear18: you do that

It's done, Brent...it's done.

May the truth set you free.

ps...Although the multitudinous errors in spelling and grammar may suggest it, I promise that Mr. Turner was not innebriated in any unnatural way when he relayed Miss Lavigne's story to me. Do not blame Brent; blame his insatiable desire for my mother's delicious peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches. I am sure that these cravings stole away his attention during past english classes. It was either that...or incessant daydreaming about his own soulmate. Probably a combination of the two...-it is likely that Brent spent most of his time in class dreaming about Annie finding...creative and stimulating ways to feed him peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches. mmmmmm...

::: posted by AJBrotz at 5:54 PM

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