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Wednesday, May 16, 2001
As I sit back in my psuedo-intellectual self-righteous glory that always defines the Gottestod, listening to Art of Noise.. "HEY!".

Anyhow.. things I like this week: Meet the Feebles, just watched it, very funny. Chicks on Speed - downloaded all of it tonight off of napster. Check it out.

Voted NO! to the Williamsville Budget. Fuck you, you greedy yuppie little bastards.



Wednesday, May 09, 2001
Even more commentary on the popularity of our city on the Internet:
someone informing the world how bad Buffalo smells and looks..

Off a discussion page where people write back and forth: "I have several friends that live in Canada that hate Buffalo. The say the city is a garbage dump filled with trashy people." more smack about Buffalo.

Here's another journal from a person whom apparently made the ill advised decision to move here from Pittsburgh poor victim of our city.. heheh.

Okay, I just really hate this city. So why am I here? And why do I plan to live here for three more years if I hate it so much?

My parents. I swear to the gods, I wouldn't consider another minute here if they weren't here to support my trashy buffalonian ass. :)




I love doing searches on Buffalo, New York, always trying to find someone rare in this town or someone whom has something funny about visiting this hell hole of a city...

Well, I found a great one today!! FEAR AND LOATHING IN BUFFALO. YES, This is for all you DISILLUSIONED SHITHEADS IN BUFFALO to get a WAKE UP CALL. This is what 100% of VISITORS from OTHER CITIES SEE WHEN THEY VISIT THIS DUMP!

Gee, don't think we have any problems? A newcomer to Buffalo can't even make his way out of the Ghetto taking a simple drive around town....



Our mutual good friend, Kirt Christensen
( mailto:webmaster@scientificmarketing.com ),
was so excited when I told him about the site I found
that sells full service domains for only
$12.00 that he immediately suggested I share the
secret with you.

This is the reason why I do not use my hotmail account very often - I sometimes browse responses to personal ad's on that e-mail account, and thus the assuming junk mail you've seen in the past comes through. I've yet to actually respond to anyone whom has responded to my personal ads because they never mention any reason at all why they chose to send a message to me outside of my looks, and 100% of the time have absolutely NO (I mean ZERO) similar interests to me. The nice ones I really think about responding to, some of them even have gorgeous pictures of straight, normal, average girls, the kind my mother would LOVE, and whom if they met me, would probably be horrified, thus no response. :)

But anyhow.. back to the above e-mail, SPAMMED, UNSOLICITED, by my MUTUAL GOOD FUCKING FRIENDS!?!?? Oh yeah, Like anyone I know actually gets along in the first place.. I think that kind of clued me in. I don't hear the word "Mutual Friend" very often.

#1 I don't have any friends whom would willingly share a money making scam with me in an attempt to rip me off and harass me via e-mail.

How could they use the word "FRIEND.." That word, is so insidious, it is so repulsive to me the context in which our society uses it. Why do your friends seem absolutely meaningless to you sometimes, maybe because they take the word friend in the Pop-Culture Television sense of the word:

Friend, in American Society, is someone apparently whom doesn't know you, could careless if you were dead when they sent such an offensive e-mail, and merely wishes to find a way to capitalize on your assumed stupidity.

I've heard so many times "You know so many people here, You have so many FRIENDS..."

I don't fucking know these people nor are they my friends - they're acquantences, they're people whom have been presented before me so many times as to automatically assume they know me while knowing that they don't want to know me, or even if they do, they're afraid of me or think I'm an asshole.

Dishonesty is everywhere, in everything you touch is a commercial slogan ready to jump out AND EAT YOU..

Okay, that was fun.

Now go read my livejournal, blogger has, and always will, suck greatly.

Look forward to a lot more images and galleries though... (NOT ON FETISHA) ... My UB account is up, so anything that isn't offensive but possibly interesting and some more updated photos will be linked off the site to my ub home page space. Yippie.

(This will mark the return of my Artwork. I'm sure you're really excited, I hear you groaning you talented assholes.. )

I am not a Goth. I am not a "Fag." I am not a Crossdresser. I AM A MEAT POPSICLE!



Thursday, April 05, 2001
This weekend, especially Saturday marks a somewhat minorily important date in the history of the Corporate-Music Death Squad - While everyone may be thinking about how they attempted to shutdown Napster this year, let's remember how these pig fuckers exploited Nirvana, leading to death of Kurt Cobain. "and so remember, it's better to burn out then to fade away" - I think Kurt should have faded out the minute he signed his name on a record contract. If you wanted to be "punk" and you wanted to be independant, then surely the death clause is autographing a major record deal. The death of the only half way interesting spark of my generation - the grunge era, an eerily nauseating effort to clad the nation of youth in Flannel, Torn-Jean Shorts, and Army Boots only to be torn into tiny fibers after a stage dive into a mosh pit.

I feel as if this will be the last of the mass culture trends - culture is being eaten away slowly but surely. The revolutionaries lost - to themselves. Something Kurt learned on the 8th when he put a shotgun to his head (or someone else did, which isn't really a plausible theory.)

Why is this important to me? His death, and the whole entire era of the 90's grunge-rock is pretty much what popoular Disco was to anyone during the 70s and the Hippie Movement in the 60s, on a very disappointing and uninspiring scale. Those bands, like 80s hair-bands, etc., are what defined a time when I was young and stupid as well. I probably would've given my right leg to be Kurt Cobain at that time - but I definitely wouldn't now.

I relate a lot to his Suicide Letter - Given the circumstances he was in, I am also too much of a sensitive brat to be able to put up with a fake rock star existance under the corporate flag. I probably would've done something similar to seek a way out of it. Kurt cited Freddy Mercury as an example of a famous rock star whom was able to enjoy the large arena and the attention, but he forgets that the mass media engine of today wasn't wielding it's ugly fist of control - people just didn't see that the broadcasting and entertainment industry were going to be that powerful. I think a bunch of small time Seattle bands were tossed into a den of wolves, exploited and mass marketed, and these guys weren't really ready for it. I think it's better that everything has returned to Pop Star chic, the major labels have attempted to exploit goth-industrial-electronic music, but there major failings are evident, Moby, Marilyn Manson, and Nine Inch Nails are never going to be uniform enough to create a "mass market movement." The few attempts at exploiting individual bands are never very rewarding, very few people are impressed by the one hit wonders of Crystal Method, God Lives Underwater, KMFDM (or whatever they are now), A Perfect Circle (I hate this band - and I don't care how many people love them, I hated Tool also). And there attempts at Boy-Punk rock bands are embarassing, wimps that eventually get classified as Soft-"Alt" Rock favourites by the time they've mopped the floor with these Bay Area nobodys.

I would have to say that the miserable failures of the record industry to exploit electronic music, and their sucess at exploiting Grunge when I was in highschool is a credit to the musicians (Pearl Jam/Nirvana/Etc.), although an ironic one, since it led to their ultimate demise. Unfortunately, street people will never be considered fashionably hip again. :)



Thursday, March 29, 2001
Like Synthpop/EBM? Yes? Well, yesterday I was driving in my car and listening to WBNY 91.3 at 6:35 on Deleware when I heard a song that completely blew my mind away - this is probably the best thing I've ever heard come through my rusty little antenna: Ladytron, and the track "Discotraxx."
" i know her / used to follow everywhere we go / and it's so sweet / now she's sleeping with the boy I know / the boy I know / knows a pretty girl in every town / and the way they look / they were made to let each other down /"
I nearly stopped breathing - this has got to be one of the best synthpop songs I've ever heard, and I'm not even a huge fanatical fan of the genre.

I need to buy their album!

Also, do not rent or buy Lost Souls - Wynona Ryder has finally been cast in a god awful movie, I rented it last night and it made me want to hurl. I thought I was going to die from boredom - it's the most ridiculous, stupid plot line rip-off of Devil's Advocate and Bless the Child movies I've ever seen. SNORE.

And, this has nearly saved my life last night, if you have a microphone / headset I'd suggest checking out: Dialpad.com - you might consider getting rid of your Long Distance carrier after this. It works great, and you don't have to install any ridiculously over-programmed large complicated software.




Tuesday, March 20, 2001
Someone is calling me repeatedly that I don't really want to see.

I don't know why everyone yearns for some contact with me. I've never sat under the Bodhi tree and obtained the answers to the Universe. I've just let a life pass by like anyone else, frustrated.

I got a spam mail today which had this had the bottom. This really fucking amused me:
"This is not a SPAM. You are receiving this because
you are on a list of email addresses that I have bought.
And you have opted to receive information about
business opportunities. If you did not opt in to receive
information on business opportunities then please accept
our apology. To be REMOVED from this list simply reply
with REMOVE as the subject. And you will NEVER receive
another email from me."

Well swell20@hotmail.com. I think I'm going to just.. ADD you to my BLOCK SENDERS LIST and then I will NEVER receive another e-mail from YOU. You fucking lieing asshole. That IS SPAM. Just because you have BOUGHT an e-mail adress list from other SPAMMERS does not make you INNOCENT OF SPAMMING. So I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine, because I was SENT YOUR E-MAIL ADRESS because you BOUGHT AN E-MAIL ADRESS LIST so I am going to SIGN YOU UP for every piece of shit WEBZINE on the INTERNET. And if anyone else has to fill a subscription out or happens to see something that SWELL20@HOTMAIL.COM may be interested in then I suggest you SIGN SWELL20@HOTMAIL.COM UP for ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING. To have this blogger REMOVED you can e-mail SWELL20@HOTMAIL.COM and ask him to STOP SPAMMING.

Turns out I didn't do half that bad of makeup job, the girl who inspired my recent cosmetic scheme, Envy ,says I look better then her in my attempts at mimicking her cosmetics! Thanks Envy. I try!

I've been frequenting the following webpages quite often lately:
Damn Hell Ass Kings - I was really into queer like that, lost my girl, and the karmic consequences of naming Sim characters.

And I finally found a site with a translation of George Bataille's Story of the Eye. The story somehow brought up something from my past, which I wrote at length about in my livejournal recently. I am definitely now interested in discovering more of his work, this page also includes a complete history of Bataille's works, philosophy, and opinions.

I know it's trendy, but I listened to it a lot today:
i am standing at the shore
see the ferries passing by
waiting for the final day
which almost never comes

i will never understand
why i've lost you
remembering your face again
when i found you

i see blue lights in your eyes
reflections of another land
our golden sun will rise
i will wait until the end

your hair still smells like the sea
your blue lips are so cold
i really would die to see
your pale skin in the light

so you're gone forever
will never get awake again
but i am still waiting
for the day which never comes




Thursday, March 15, 2001
Ah well, it's 4:21 and I finally obtained some medication for the sinus infection from hell that has been plaguing me for weeks. (is that plague or plaque. one's on your teeth, the other happened in france. oh well.) Right now I'm doing the viva la napstah thing - or rather, open napster - since the bloody cunts of the record industry that spit venomous poison into our little internet paradise here have attacked our one pride and joy, the MP3. I hope Lars Ulrich's bleeding hemmoroids are flaring up as I compose this blog. (The trailer trash ruin everything.) Hmm.. Right now I'm getting some old L7, picking up some more Anti-Nowhere League. I've been searching on a lot of servers for a little band from Toronto known as Robyn Black and The Intergalactic All-Stars - and I'm not finding shit. Anybody have anything of there's on MP3? I'm mail ordering their cd as soon as money comes available.
Yeah. As soon as money just makes it's presence and comes into being in my pocket... some day.
I think the wish list thing I did down there sucks ass. I'm such a lame pig fucker. Why the hell would I post that? Am I really that anal retentive? Don't answer that. Hey. Look.. a deer. Yeah. (Rebecca called me today, so I'm quoting her again.)

Thanks to Purity for her response - I'm sorry about Vixi's band, doing NIN covers is about as much fun as being anally raped with a chainsaw. I'd imagine, since I couldn't cover a Nine Inch Nails song to save my life ANYHOW..

Nicole, (from my guestbook) here is a a little ironic message for you - I'm trying to make my webcam site about more then my ugly fat keister on my webcam, but I'm small now - and don't have a lot of space - Krista's been more then kind, definitely went out of her way to accomodate me here. It's better then being homeless. And it *IS* a *WEBCAM* site. Here's some further pretention to disgust you though: look who's goth-boi babe of the week (Thank you Emmaleen, I appreciate it! Keep on rocking in the Suede world.. When those goths get you down, just turn to Brett. He'll save your life. hehe)
And I say this as Rasputina comes up on my playlist... ohhhh booooy.. .give me a god damned diamond, that's right.

Anyhow.. here's the website of the day, i've been chasing her music list as it looks to be about what i listen to. vinyl crash

And here's the best song I've listened to today on mp3:

I Love You in Your Tragic Beauty by The Legendary Pinkdots
I watched you in your tragic beuaty walk beneth my window. Eyes aimed high, but unfocused . . . . sure, you never noticed me. You always wore the same dress; always bore the same expression: "It's a loveless world so what's the point of looking? Let it be . . ." I considered throwing roses--thought I'd maybe wave a flag. Had to try and force some small connection-- but, there's a snag. It's my confession that I watch you in my tragic isolation. In my fear . . . that's the way it's been for years. That's the way it will always be . . .
Probably because it described perfectly my situation at the moment. I miss you little one..

Oh, and if you noticed Sia, I've been hanging around your message board again. So break out the candles, the chains, the lubricants, the flowers, the bubble bath, the shaving cream, the little leather bondage straps. You're going down.
(Could I "LIKE" BE any MORE GROSS?)
I'm going to try to do some research and create three more band profiles, and I'd like to develop an essay on what's going on in Afghanistan lately - which has pissed me off to the upmost level of pisstivity. Whatever that means.



Tuesday, March 13, 2001
God damn, I spent the whole day re-doing my webcam site again - and still, it's not finished. I am beginning to understand why people are content with shite pages on geocities made with java script builders... *shudder* .. I used to be able to do this for days, now it is boring me to hell.
Anyhow, things are still cloudy on the Gottestod front. I've been routinely irritable, and becoming more and more of a recluse. My whole life sort of changed, and I'm not moving with the tide. I don't like where it's all flowing towards.
Hmm.. I wonder if I posted a wish list if anyone would actually buy me anything off of it. The thought is only conjuring up in my head right now because of my unemployment, lack of money, and sheer out boredom. So if you want to save me, spoil me, or attempt to buy me.. I'm for sale, here it is: amazon wishlist for gottestod

discount mail order playtoys for pervs i'd like:
Bed Spread.
more discount mail order playtoys i'd like:
the thong. ;)
retail slut i'd like:
5MS003, any of the skirts in extra large. ;)
Okay.
I'll keep dreaming.. ;)
.... In other things, here are some sites I've been visiting a lot lately
Velvet DreamlandsThe camera lured me there, but Vixi & Purity are definitely interesting folk - I share a lot of common interests with them. They rock my lame ass.

suburban gothic Something about this site just amuses me, 80's grown up goth mom living in suburbia. I wish she'd wear the spider web suit more often. :)

and of course, krista, my host.