Titles are not my forte.

Or, as my ex-music history teacher at UIC would argue, my strength, rather than forte. He hated it when we used "language improperly." He would then prove this by quickly handing out a syllabus that was rife with spelling errors, grammatical slip-ups, and at least one misused homonym. He certainly set a sterling example of stupidity for his students to follow. Not only that, but he was a jerk. I actually contemplated correcting his syllabus is red pen and returning it to him after he reamed my paper for lingustics, as was his style. However, I didn't stay in the class long enough to seriously piss him off. What a bummer. Page 2.

I am in the works to acquire Prince tickets for the Allstate Arena show from Terry Lester, who won them in a drawing at a local bar. Now, don't think I can't hear the snickers and whispering that always accompanies my admittance that I like Prince. Sure, he's a little... eccentric... at least he doesn't screw little boys. He's a hell of a musician, being an extrodinary bass-player, a wickedly talented guitar player, a killer keyboardist, and a phenomonal drummer. Basically, if you took Mike Hallagan, made him black, gave him more hair, and a gigantic sex-drive, then slapped him silly once or twice so he would start wearing purple and some shit, the end product would be very close to Prince. And I don't know about you, but I'd pay money to see that. So, I was excited when Joe told me Terry won the tickets and wasn't sure what he was going to do with them. I think I litterally jumped from my chair and said "Me, me, I'll buy 'em!" Anyway, so I'm excited. I think I'll bring my copy of bass player with him on the front clutching his custom "Sign" bass, and see if I can get an autograph. I would also like to meet the chick who is playing bass for Prince now, who's name I cannot remember. I did, however, read the article that was written about her in the most recent Bass Player, and it was very interesting. She's also pretty hot. Speaking of hot chicks, I asked Becca if she would be interested in going to the Prince concert with me, if I were to acquire the tickets. She kinda giggled, and then gave me a so-so answer. "What? You don't like Prince?" "No, it's not that..." and so on. I'm just thinking she doesn't like Prince, and doesn't have the ovaries to tell me. Oh well, like I said in an earlier post, if you don't like a particular style of music because it doesn't speak to you, thats fine. No skin of my nose. But if you don't like Prince because you think he's gay, thats fine too... you don't have to like him. You do have to suck my pathetic little dick, though. Assknob.

Well, it's official. I like country music. I should just start knocking out my teeth right now. (Those of you who may chuckle in smug self-satisfaction about my held double-standard for music can buff my balls. Seriously. Buff away.) Anyway, I've always been resistant to country music, because most of it just didn't speak to me in any meaningful way, although I am a big fan of Charlie Daniels. Now that I have been hanging out in "blue-collar bars" (Boyle), I've started hearning a lot more country music. Most of it still makes me grit my teeth, but there are some tunes that are generally catchy or meaningful, that I really like. Tracy Byrd's "Drinking Bone" is just one of those catchy country tunes that I enjoy. Now, don't think I'm about to start wearing cowboy boots and doing dip, but I don't seriously dislike all country music now. It's very odd to feel yourself maturing, if just from a musical prospective, cause I sure as hell ain't maturing mentally. Fuck that. Poop.

Well, apparently one of my favorite Beatles songs is "directly about pot," according to Sir Paul McCartney himself. Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds, you say, or perhaps I am the Walrus? Nay nay, says I, Got to get You Into My Life. How interesting, because now that I think about the lyrics, it makes sense in the context, as well as in the boy-girl reltationship context. I just always took it as the latter. Oh, and speaking of that song, if you've never heard the Blood, Sweat and Tears version, I highly recommend you listen to it. It's soulful and hot.

Well, so far you've read all this and I haven't gotten firey yet. So here we go. The people at Signal Orange are printing up shirts in bright, safety orange. The shirts represent every soldier killed in service in Iraq, and each shirt has the name of a soldier printed on it, with the back of the shirt saying "[Rank][First][Last] can't vote anymore" and the front saying how they died, such as "Killed in an RPG attack on his convoy." Now, you talk about ascerbic in-your-face kind of activism, this is it. And we'll get to my feelings on that in a minute, but first, the important shit. The Signal Orange project has a very nice open letter to the families of the casualties that are listed on the shirts. They try and take care of business, and good on them for that. Now, allow me to rant.
The idea's interesting and intriguing, and I'm not sure whether I like it or not. First off, I'm not sure I like the objectifying of casualties of war in the form of t-shirts, even if they are being used for poltical protest, which I believe is one of the highest freedoms we have in this country. Now, on to the other side of the arguement. Who was the cock-slut who decided that we didn't need to nescessarily know about the people who are dying day in and day out in Iraq, over a "War of Attrition", as I will call it. Who, I ask you? G.W? I don't think he know's how to tie his shoes. As my buddy JR, a republican, mind you, said of Bush "He's not evil... he's just stupid." He's right, too, he's not nescessarily evil, he may be maliced, but he sure as hell is stupid. It's those boy's he hangs out with. I don't like what Dick and Donald are telling George to do, and you know he's just gullible enough to do it. But enough with that. Fuck them all, honestly. They're perpetuating a "war" that was entered into under false pretenses. For that alone they should be hung for perjury. Where is the outcry? Where is the outrage? When Bill got hisk cock sucked from the government slut, everyone was up his ass about it two minutes later, but now that G.W.'s sending our men and women off to die in a Allah-forsaken hell, he gets nothing but accolades. What in the hell is going on in this country? Has everyone lost their minds? Gah!
I've run out of time... I'll finish this later.

Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't said shit.