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So, like everyone these days, I've spent most of my time here at work on Napster, trying to swipe all the music I can before the injunction takes effect and they close their doors as a free service for good. So that's pretty much all that's been on my mind for the past 8 hours. Well, a few other things, but. And funnily, as I was writing this, Frank called me and said, "Dude. I can't get on Napster. Is it closed? Is it closed?" And I told him it wasn't, and that I was on as we spoke. So for the next five minutes I just listened to him saying, "C'mon, stupid little cat wearing the headphones, load damn you!" I got an email from someone who found talk of my play about L. Ron's religion that just closed, on an alt.religion news group. That makes me a bit nervous, as the devout among them tend to be extremely tenacious against critics. But the play is closed, and I don't know how they would get their hands on an actual script at this point. And besides, I'm small fish. It's still a bit odd, though. You'd think they'd have enough to do these days with the tragic Tom/Nicole break-up. Also, I'm tired, but that's nothing new. Last night I worked on an article for which I had to watch the Barbra Streisand concert on television. It was truly horrifying. I mean, so much so that I imagine her fans were even disappointed. Well, no, they probably ate it up. But I was scared, myself. (But I swear, it wasn't as sad a Valentine's Day as it sounds.) Anyway, so that should go up soon, as well as my Msaada interview. Funny note, the Barbra concert pulled one-third of the ratings that Temptation Island has been getting. And this was their big sweeps event. Ha. Fox is stupid. I'm regrouping after the shoot and deciding what to do next. What project to work on next. This deciding usually panics me, but not this time. I just want to make a smart choice. I'm specifically talking about writing a new script. I'm writing something small on the side, but I need to sort of make my choice on what to write next, based on career goals and The Market and what the people I work with think I should do. Meetings are continuing and then next week is sort of D-Day for these decision. Which is good. It helps when I have people pushing me. This weekend I have a couple shows to go to, and a party. Interestingly, it looks like I'm going to be working at a big pre-Grammy party Saturday night. I'm doing it sort of for the money, but mostly for the random experience of it -- the fact that it may be fun. Of course, it may very well turn out to be boring and annoying, but that's what flasks are for. So here are the most recent tracks I've downloaded. Some I haven't even heard yet. And yeah, I've been on a bit of a rap kick lately. Sinead o'connor all apologies DJ Count Sesame Street on Ecstasy Fatman Scoop Scrubs vs Pigeons Crooklyn Clan Be Faithful (Feat. Fat Man Scoop) SesameStreet RubberDuckie(DiscoFeverMix DJ Qbert Sneak Attack Dialated Peoples The Platform hooverphonic waves- Ludacris What's Your Fantasy DJ Qbert Electric Scratch Dome Pink Floyd Mother Mix Master Mike Anti-Theft Device Qbert & Mix Master Mike Scratch Off Digital Underground freaks of the industry Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock It Takes Two DJ QBert Razorblade Alcohol Slide Foo Fighters Baker Street Van Halen Hot for Teacher Smashing Pumpkins Untitled Foo Fighters Bullet With Butterfly Wings (cover). Smashing pumpkins Stay (live U2 cover) Smashing pumpkins The Joker (steve Miller Cover Outkast B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad) Rage Against The Machine & Snoop Dogg Snoop Bounce Fugazi By You Liz Phair Divorce Song Fugazi Margin Walker Fugazi Repeater REM What's the Frequency, Kenneth U2 Numb Elvis Costello Days Elvis Costello You Stole My Bell BS 2000 We Are BS2000 BS2000 12 Heaven Beastie Boys Hey Ladies (BS2000 Remix) DJ Qbert Aphrodisiskratch Proto Culture (Featuring Khaos Unique) & Del The Funky Homosapien Both Sides Of The Brain Del The Funky Homosapien Jaw Gymnastics (Featuring Casual) DJ Qbert Destination: Quasar 16.33.45.7
I'll drown my beliefs,
to have you be in peace.
I'll dress like your niece,
To wash your swollen feet.
Just don't leave, don't leave.
And true love waits in haunted attics.
And true love wins, on lollipops and crisps.
Just don't leave, don't leave.
I'm not living.
I'm just killing time.
Your tiny hands.
Your crazy kiss and smile.
Just lonely, lonely…
Just lonely, lonely… speaking of which. I didn't have any access to lollipops or crisps, which are french fries, boys and girls. But for one week I had...well...I had done something bad, and so they put me by myself with no food. I won, on toenail clippings and weevils. Not fun.
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