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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").
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the senile geriatric chicken on the porch Tuesday, February 11 1997 Cool thing to say today: The Good Old Boy System is the tyranny of coolness grown to adulthood.I drove the Dart back to Staunton to convive with those who are guilty of spawning me. I'm forgetful though and had to illegally cross the median on I-64 to return to the Dynashack to pick up the reason for the mission, papers I'd typed for my father. On the ride both from and back to Charlottesville, I was listening to a tape Josh had made of one of our sessions back in October. Overall it isn't great music, though I find my guitar playing to be amazingly experimental. It turns out I can go smoothly from one melodic idea to another rather smoothly. And many of the melodic ideas are invented on-the-spot. Josh's drumming is almost uniformly awful, with unnecessary continual overuse of the crash symbol, but at times we do gel into something unified. My singing isn't great, and I have few lyrics in my memory. But at times my singing is helpful and even acceptably good. I plan to use some of the musical ideas on this tape when I get the four track.I ate four big sandwiches when I made it home. Then I slept until 4pm. In the evening I picked up Kentucky Fried Heart Attack and a six of Red Hook brew in the commercial zone south of Staunton. The bridge on 871 was washed out in the big floods of the Hurricane Fran (September, 1996), and a new one is being constructed. In the mean time, I have to use 613 to get around this crucial connection between my parents' home and Charlottesville.
After raiding the house for foodstuffs, vitamins gobbled on the spot, and alcohol, I headed back to Charlottesville, sipping on white vino the whole time. I went to Jenfariello's place to install fonts on her computer. I also introduced her to Sam 'n' Ellas Punk Rock Chat.
After this dream another followed in which I was in the old Rising Sun Bakery, energetically telling the tale of the first dream to an enraptured audience. I awoke from the dream voluntarilly, which means it was a lucid dream of sorts. I felt like I had traveled and had a very real experience. Perhaps it was the Niacinamide (vitamin B3) I took in such great quantities back in Staunton. At work I created a somewhat simplified and diagramatic Spins page telling some of what I know about online web search engines.
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