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Tuesday, June 05, 2007
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Pecked my eyes out
Man did I tell you guys a bird almost pecked my eyes out? I should blog more when stuff like that happens, lol.
Today I got stung by a bunch of bees while I was on a chimney... "who gets killed by bees?" (dane cook) Apparently people like me, lol. The messed up part is I'm yelling as I'm being stung "aaahhh, I'm getting stung by bees" and I'm trying to scurry down the chimney and the homeowner yells up to me...
"Make sure you don't damage the roof"
Yesturday I got called a super star though. My music really does kick ass. And I don't say that in an arogant way. I just don't think there's any (or possibly only a couple) of artists that can really tell a story that hits close to home, but package the song in a beat that you can slam on the dancefloor in a club scene. It's that universal aspect to 'Without A Label' that gets people so excited about it. They see heart in what I say, heart in how I express it, and yeah the audio quality isn't 250,000 dollar studio quality, but the content, the emotion, the expression is untouchable. Besides, my new album is even MORE thump, MORE edgy and more fun then the last one, only thanks to your support I can afford to record WITH that studio quality sound now.
I'm always going to remember those few people though, there's something about a person that can see who you are inside that is truly priceless. To the people that preordered my first album, people that had faith in me and trusted me enough to put their money down on nothing more then a promise, look where we're at... look where we're going.
Here's to you,
Muah to the ladies, pound to the guys, hugs for everyone.
You rock
Midnight Sun
buy my album:
http://www.killthecrap.com/buyalbum.htm
Or you can buy the whole thing in digi format right off the front of my myspace. It has clips of all the songs too.
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Memorial Day
Well I finally had some time to sit down and take a glimpse at life, lol. Memorial day kicked ass. I went to my friends lake house, brought the woman, and I brought my two babies (CX4 Storm 9mm, SuperNova 12gauge pump). We went on the boat and cruised around late at night, the water was pretty damn smooth. Not in the begining though, the begining it was like an episode of miami vice or some shit, I'm talkin just SLAMMIN into the damn waves. My friend thought it was funny as hell but my back was starting to hurt. Once the chop dropped things got pretty chill.
We played Guitar Hero 1&2 for hours, lol. That games actually a lot of fun. It's like parappa da rappa but you get a little guitar interface. His brother Blake was bitching because he thought the game was stupid since he plays bass in a band and it was his opinion that one string and five frets was a bit basic, lol. That is until HE started playing the game and then he wouldn't get off it.
THEN... I just got a new Holosight (holographic weapon sight) for my CX4 so we we to site it in at the open range they have over in the fine state of PA where people aren't such enormous flapping pussies like in NY where everything's under lock and key to the point that only criminals have the firepower... anyway where was I? Oh yeah, PA's pretty cool.
So I take a shot with the new site on my gun... the damn thing doesn't even hit the target... keeping in mind the backer board is like 2 feet wide by 4 feet tall. I mean if it was hitting it we had no idea where. So I'm trying to make adjustments but can't really figure out what i'm doing. We go over from the 50 yard range to the 25 to at least attempt at figuring out where the damn bullets are going. STILL NOTHING.
Out of frustration and a little boredom I take the damn site off and start plucking off bullseyes with the iron sites. After making myself feel better, we put the site back on and get back to work.
So we put up these orange peel targets, when you hit the target that spot turns from black to orange, thus the name. We cover the whole damn board with targets... now we're getting somewhere... lol.
So seriously it takes forever to do this, it's like watching a fuckin monkey at a typewriter and waiting for some hugh hefner sounding shit to come out. FINALLY we figure out how to do it, in all fairness it's my first sight, I've always been a fan of keeping fancy crap off my firearms, I like it to be slick and lightweight. Unfortunately the sites on the CX4 are very low and everyone I know but myself has difficulty using the ghost ring peep site so I figure, the only practical way to let everybody have fun is for me to get used to a site. It wasn't until the holosite came into my price range that I actually did something about it. So finally it gets sited in to some degree we go back to the 50 yard range, at this point the girls are getting bored as hell and I still haven't tried out my new Benelli 12 gauge Supernova shotgun so once I get it to 2" at 50 yards I say fuck it, that's good enough for now we'll work on it more another day.
I've never shot a shotgun before, well I did once... but I hurt myself, lol, so I don't really count that. This shotgun is top shelf stuff luckily pumps aren't really that expensive so I was able to afford this badboy. It's got a tight pattern on the paper.
Then somebody tells me after I fired like ten shells that I'm not supposed to shoot at the paper i have to go to the trap shoot and to watch out and be careful because the wildlife fish trout gaming comission warden, whatever you call it might fine me... ya'll waited till I blasted off ten shells, loud as hell drawing all kinds of attention before you decided to divulge that info to me. This is of course after I politely asked like three people if they minded me trying out my shotgun near them. Anyway.
We go to the trap shoot and apparently the average person is a terrible shot because there were whole clays (clays are those little discs that get launched when someone yells PULL! in the movies) not a scratch on em all over the damn place. So we just picked those up and started blasting them.
My friend threw the clays for me and the first three I blasted to pieces no problem. THen I told him to throw two clays, I shot one, racked the slide and shot the other before either touched the ground and he threw them low, I bet you if he threw them high I could hit five, maybe more if my shotty had a plus 2 extender on the tube... hmmmm... someone put that on their birthday present for kephra list.
My friend did pretty good too, he's not as natural with firearms as I am, but he figured it out real quick and was able to hit the clays as well.
Then we had a bonfire at night and my friend's brother set a freakin christmas tree on fire. Ya know, I deal with fire everyday but I had no idea how kick ass pine kneedles burn. Almost started a damn forest fire. The fire got so freakin hot we couldn't get close to it to try and move the tree to control the fire. Fifteen foot flames were shooting up in the air so finally i grabbed the damn water hose and played fireman for like fifteen minutes trying to douse the fire out.
S'mores was pretty painfull too, before the xmas tree incident the bonfire was already huge and it was hard to get close enough to roast the marshmellow without burning your eyebrows.
What else did we do, I don't know I think that was enough, lol.
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Wednesday, May 23, 2007
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New Article: Pinocchio Syndrome, in dating, some fakers wish to be real
Hey guys, just posted a new article on my site that reaches out to people caught in the Pinocchio Syndrome. In the begining, being fake can often bring you comfort in a social setting. It's when you're stuck in that setting for a long period of time, forced to be something you're not that happyness is taken from you. This article helps you to face that "fake boy wishing to be real" syndrome and encourages you to take that big step towards letting go. Become the real you, attract people you REALLY like, bring what you really want into your life.
Check it out here:
http://www.killthecrap.com/articlepinocchio.htm
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Movie Review: 28 Weeks Later
28 Weeks Later
Rating: didn't suck
Everybody had pretty much the same reaction as me. It's not that the movie was bad, it's just that it wasn't that great. I think I liked the original better. They brought up some really cool ideas in this film, and then just kind of forgot about them...
to read the rest go here:
http://www.killthecrap.com/ktcmovrev.htm#28weeks
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007
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Work drama
Hey what's up guys, well in the normal fashion of drama riddin piss-me-offness I've had a crazy couple of months. Read more if you have a second to listen:
First, the bad news, I got a raise at my job! How's that bad? My bullshit boss took it away, apparently he can't afford his car insurance... some shit I really didn't understand what his bullshit excuse was. So now I'm in the market for a new place of employment. Seriously, who would stay at a place like that? I mean I haven't quit yet obviously, but, duh.
For those of you following my life you know that I've never been much of a relationships kinda guy, but I've been dating this girl for like almost 3 years now... that's cool right? Only lately I feel like she's dragging me down and competing with my music and even you guys for attention. Her idea of being supportive is leaving me alone while I type. She knows I get easily distracted, so she'll come up and sit in the corner just out of my peripheral vision and just watch what I'm doing... Ya know how you get that feeling when someone is watching you and you want to turn around and see who it is... imagine trying to work with that feeling going. So I'll call her over right, figure get some feed back or whatever ya know, include her, and all I get is a big sigh of depression, some kind of complaint, and then she'll give brief involvement and then talk about how she wants to do something. So then I flip out and get pissed off, which while that works great for getting some focus time, it pisses me off, so my work suffers.
I was counting on the money I was getting with my new fake raise so that I could pay people to do the stuff I don't have time for. Ya know how I'm not that organized? Who cares if I can pay someone else to be organized for me right? But now that raise isn't there anymore. So I'm back to scrappin for cash. Ya know people are interested in the music, they love the poetry, they're exstatic about all the Kill The Crap philosophies I'm putting up on there, but it's like I have a million things blockading me from doing what I'm meant to do.
The good news is, I moved! I live in a much nicer place now. I was homeless, right... then I lived in a room the size of a closet in a roommate situation from hell. Then I moved into a room the size of... a BIG closet... in a roommate situation from hell. Then I moved into a studio apartment... the size of a WALK IN closet. Then I moved into a one bedroom basement apartment. Now I live in a (drum role) Two Story Duplex type apartment, it's basically half a house... I've never had an "upstairs" before!
And I think I already told you how album sales got us at the break even point, so now it's only new debt, lol, instead of old. Which honestly I am happy about, I knew I was going to take the world by storm, i knew this would be a hell of a climb and even though a ton of things are in the way, we've already eliminated a ton of things, so in that aspect, HOO RAH bitches, lol.
So, I'm risking my ass climbing around on wet slippery chimneys the other day, I climb on top of a 30 foot chimney, sitting on a protective cap that isn't screwed in yet, so I can screw it in, and I gotta be honest with you, as stupid as that seems, (no harness provided, if ONLY OSHA would crack down on small businesses, anyway) I really felt proud. But today I find that the raise was just a load of bullshit kind of like all the other bullshit he's fed me, that really hit me hard, I had a lot of plans worked out. Now I need to make new plans, and I'm not that good at planning... so I'm just a little stressed.
Todays going to be a light week so I'm going to try and finish that poetry book, that's been too long in the making.
Well, anyway, thanks for listening, I still have a ton of fight left in me, but it's just nice to be able to vent from time to time. And always remember I'm there too if you just want to just go crazy on somebody for a minute, lol.
Kephra,
killthecrap.com
OH by the way, check out my myspace page, you can buy individual songs off my album right from this cool little player thing. And for those of you that have old computers and can't play the samples on my site, you should be able to play them on that player.
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Tuesday, May 15, 2007
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The meaning behind my songs, part one.
The Meaning behind my songs, part one:
A lot of people email me to ask me what I was thinking or going through when I decided to write a song. At first I didn't want to say anything about my own personal experiences because you guys tend to find your own meanings within the songs and I didn't want you to feel like what you took from the song was "wrong" or anything like that. But, stupid me, you guys aren't that stupid, you're smart and responsible enough to keep what you took from my songs, while appreciating what I put into my songs.
So, with that illuminating realization in place, I'm going to share some very candid points from my life that spawned the powerful edgy songs from my first album "Without A Label" which was made in between spurts of homelessness.
Ready? Okay,
Album: Without A Label
Track 1-Everybody: For me, I've always had a real passion for film, writing, directing, acting etc, so when I write a song, I usually have a music video in my head first, and then I write lyrics to that. In fact if there's anyone out that'd like to make video, be it through animation or any other format, i'd love to post it on my site.
In this story, I'm at a club, came alone just to get wild, and I meet someone. But not just any old someone, the kind of someone that you mysteriously click with instantly, feel completely relaxed around, to the point that butterflies form in your stomach and you're magnetically drawn to each other. Have you ever had that, for me it was an amazing straight up real kind of girl, but it could be a guy or girl or whatever for you, doesn't matter, it just matters that it's the kind of connection that makes you forget everything but them. We dance the night away and I can tell things are definately not going to end at the club. For a moment, I am happy.
I worry in the pit of my stomach, because as my life has shown me time and time again, my happyness tends to bring bad things my way. From the corner of my eye, in my perripheral vision, a difference in light draws my attention. In the distance among the flicker and studder of the strobe light, through smoke and florescent floating bubbles in the air, something stands out... or should I say... someone. A dark and solid figure of a man, the only man dressed completely in black, the only man wearing gloves on a warm night... the only one not smiling.
Instinct overrides politeness and I grab my girl by the arm and tell her we have to leave. She pulls away from me and looks me in the eyes... she pauses, my peripherals see her look of confusion, but my eyes focus on the darkness. The bubble machines stop, running out of fluid in the resevoir his face is more clear now.
His hands swiftly slides into his coat and a dull sheen emerges from his darkness. As civilized as we love to pretend we are, in the end human's are animals, actions tend to precede thought. I'm on the ground before I even realize that I grabbed her and dragged her down to safety. I can feel the heat off of something as it whizzes past my head, searing the flesh and nearly blinding me. The crack from his muzzle blast followings milliseconds later. Several hard, tearing, melon sounding thuds finish the quartet of drama someone takes three clean hits to the sternum.
I reach for the knife I smuggled into the club by taping it high up on my inner thigh, pat downs don't include genetals and metal detectors often mistake it for my belt buckle. The 3 1/2 inch blade is plenty if I can get close enough. I pick her up and drag her to the side planning my move towards him, it's only then that I confirm he's not actually shooting at me when two other "bystanders" draw guns and open up return fire, dropping before they can land any shots on the attacker. For an instant I kick myself... I duct taped a little knife to my inner thigh and just gave myself a bakini wax to get it out while these guys are unloading at each other with high capacity handguns... perhaps I overestimated security.
We escape, but the night ends in her parents bringing her home and all of us giving witness statements. I get questioned about the knife... what a shitty weekend.
Okay so that's the visual story behind "everybody". Poetically, or metaphorically, "everybody" is simply about how PISSED off I get at all the bullshit you gotta deal with from insecure little "mine's small but if I show off enough maybe no one will notice" losers that have to kill the whole night for... everybody.
It's about my frustration with this entire society. The way that we allow individuals to control us as a whole. We allow people to censor our thoughts, we bite our tongue and concede to a long list of "no no's" we pretend not to think-what we think simply to appease one person, or one small group of people. In an attempt to be nice, we've allowed others to be assholes. We let one person ruin it for everybody.
But we shouldn't.
Okay that's it for part one, email me back or post here with your thoughts and it'd be great to hear what you originally took from the song before hearing my side.
Next we'll talk about track 3: Swim or Stay when I post in my next blog titled "The Meaning Behind My Songs: Part Two.
Thanks for reading, can't wait to hear from you.
Midnight Sun
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Thursday, April 26, 2007
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Another step up (i moved! :-)
Hey guys! I've moved! Yep, I went from being homeless, to being everybody's bitch in the whole "roommate" situation, to living in a closet they called a "studio apartment" to living in a nice one bedroom, now... I live in a two story duplex type apartment. YAY! lol.
Album 2 is coming together so amazingly, I'm so excited for you guys to hear it. I've joined forces with quite a few people now and will be dividing the work up a little more evenly. So this means less disappearing when I get immersed in projects. I have an operations manager now, so she'll be working with me to make sure that I have good systems in place so I can talk to you guys on a more regular basis. I get too many emails from all of you saying "hey I miss you" and stuff like that so I apologize for that. I can't say it'll be an over night change, but I can say it's going to change quickly.
I'll be posting some new movie reviews soon and remember, it's really important, now more then ever that you get a copy of my first album "Without A Label" obviously everybody has loved the music, I wouldn't be here right now if ya didn't, but a system will soon be in place that will greatly reward people that donate their hard earned cash for products from me. What that means is I'm keeping track of the people that were there in the begining, and when the time comes their rewards will be the biggest. Also, the money is going to go directly towards funding this upcoming album's production. The musical part of it isn't such a big deal, but sending it out to the factory to be pressed usually takes a few grand to do and while we did sell enough albums to break even from the expense of that last album, and jumpstarting everything, we've basically broke even, which means while we're no longer in debt... we will be once we press this next album.
So we're basically at zero right now, what that means is 250 albums need to be sold, starting today in order to get this album out for it's deadline which is Sept of 07. . Actuallly today we already sold two albums, so ... 248 albums need to be sold. Sales are slowing down a bit because everybody on the mailing list pretty much owns one, maybe 10% doesn't, so feel free to let me know if there's anything you need to make a decision and I'll be happy to ablige. Remember to pimp it to your friends and encourage them to get a copy themselves. I understand it's easier to download the songs for free, but there's already a discount system in place for people that purchased the album, and that discount system will be enhanced to not only include more products, but to also include exclusive items only available to people that bought the album.
If you already own the album, don't forget to check out Kill The Crap In Dating: For Men, that can take the place of two album sales when you purchase that one. On the way is the "World's Most Amazing Tongue Tricks" training video which will count as one album sale and "Behind the Horizon; A Poetic Autobiography of The Midnight Sun" which takes poems I've written since I was fifteen and assembles them as a glimpse into my past present and hopeful future.
I'm also going to get more pictures out to you guys. Soon I'll post positions on the site so if you want to help out, but not sure what to do, you can long on and see what you might be able to help with.
All right, love you guys, Talk to you again soon
Midnight Sun
www.killthecrap.com
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Monday, March 12, 2007
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MOVIE REVIEW: 300
This movie ROCKED! Here's a clip of the review:
THIS MOVIE WAS FUCKING AWESOME!
Badass special effects, a great script and a great message. It was so great, that I actually went off on a tangent a little too much when I originally wrote the review because of how excited I am to tell you to go see this movie.
So I wrote this big crazy ass rant, more for my own amusement then anything else. And my image consultant said I shouldn't say so many crazy things before talking about how great this movie was. If you want, read the rest. If not, just know that the movie ROCKED SO MUCH and you should see it as soon as you can.
On to the beloved rant:
to keep reading go here:
http://www.killthecrap.com/ktcmovrevrec.htm#300
Midnight Sun
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Monday, February 26, 2007
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Movie Review: The Number 23
The Number 23
rating: didn't suck
Well, the rating basically says it all. This movie wasn't great, but wasn't really all that good either. I can say that I didn't feel like I wasted my money seeing it (6 dollar matinee). Really I think you have to be nutz to connect with this film in a manner that will put you on the edge of your seat. The problem can also be what you expect before seeing this movie. This is not a horror movie, really it's not even suspense, it's more of a dramatic trip into humanities need to forget the bad things combating with it's urge to never forget mixed with a need for importance or relevance in the world. The ending does have an interesting twist, but not an exciting one. It really was the most amazing thing, it's only movie I've left where nobody had anything to say about the movie. Ghost Rider had people insulting the crap out of the movie almost from the very begining and out of the theater, with a few guys that seriously need to read Kill The Crap In Dating: For Men talking about how great it was. This movie recieved no real reaction at all. It has interesting stuff though, that's where you start to feel conflicted over the movie.
Anyway, stuff you'll like: Ladies, if you would like to see Jim Carey in a role that doesn't make him look like a loser, and watch him behave in a way that my friend called "sexy" then check the movie out. You'll see him with tattoos, a little more muscular build, and no goofyness.
Stuff you may not like: Trying to give a crap about ...
To finish the review, go here:
http://www.killthecrap.com/ktcmovrevrec.htm#23
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Saturday, February 17, 2007
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Sunday, February 11, 2007
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New Dating Advice Article: Insecurity Through Confidence, you may be sexier then you think
Insecurity Through Confidence:
When your thoughts make you feel weak,
you may be stronger then you think.
Here's an interesting thought to ponder while Killing The Crap™ in your Dating Life… do women reject you because you're a loser? Or do you push them away because you're too afraid of being with them?
Let's take a little inventory of your dating history, everyone's had successes, and everyone's had failures, even yours truly. Analyzing the failures helps us to better see a path to success. In my book "Kill The Crap™ In Dating: For Men" I was fortunate enough to impress a female psychotherapist with a single concept so much so, that she now uses my book as a tool to help her male clients better understand how to "be" with women. Accredited and Licensed clinical social worker Rhonda Bean loved this idea so much she even commented to me her shock that no one had ever thought of it before.
While I'm flattered, I don't think it's so much that no one has ever thought of these ideas before, I think it's that no one puts the ideas into words quite like I do. After all "sexy" men have been around since the dawn of man himself, but he's been outnumbered by awkward and confused guys afraid to even spark a conversation ever since the first civilized society with organized religion.
What's this amazing idea you ask? The idea is simple, it's explanation is what gets a little more complex. Here it is:
Your true self is what women have always wanted, but you have rarely shown.
The difficulty with meeting women doesn't lie in your impulses, it lies in your training. Regardless of who raises you, be it a single mother, or a single dad, two parents that don't love each other any more, gay or lesbian parents or if you're one of the few fortunate out there, two loving parents; every human being needs a mixture of soft and hard training.
I see the world changing greatly. In my lifetime alone I have seen social aspects of our society become blurred. Once a call to the public to be more rational and show a little more concern for their fellow man, today's version of the equality movement sounds more like "if you're not a big flaming pussy you're a chauvinistic pig". To me, this is something that is slowly degrading our entire society. It's a small wound turning gangrene and causing the entire body to sicken. What has happened in my opinion is that what was the fight of yesterday, has been taken over by the people of today. The problem is that thanks to the battles of yesterday, today's conflicts seem to pale in comparison. Ego, something both men and women have, comes into play next. Most people join movements for it's righteousness. Without righteousness there is something left to be desired. So instead of losing the flare these people sought out, they simply fight with as much passion as the people of yesterday. So things like not calling Christmas, Christmas anymore become the forefront of equality somehow. The entire society begins to walk on eggshells in a desire to be fair. This creates great conflict on the individuals of our society, when we want to be strong, we stop, wondering if it is politically correct.
When we want to walk right up to a woman and be the sexy and charismatic man that we know we are deep down inside… we stop, wondering if it's okay. Social standard of what is considered "okay" and what is "not okay" have bled into our personal lives. People lower their voices every time they refer to someone as "black" and people trip over their words in an attempt to "correct" their opinions for fear of being assaulted by the righteous out to protect us from ourselves.
Logic, it seems has left the building. There is a fine line between mindless bickering and dealing with important issues. That line has been mushed around so hard in the past ten years alone that nobody even has a clue what they should say anymore. So, people stop talking. Funny how right around the same time, there's been a resurgence of teen pregnancy, parents have stopped talking to their children, for fear of saying the wrong things, children begin to ignore everyone and simply make choices based on impulse. Again and again we tilt back and forth between either extreme, completely blind to the balance that creates real men.
The balance lies in being hard enough and soft enough, it lies in our training, and when we lack the teachers we need, we must train ourselves. So far we have touched greatly on some of the social roots to our current insecurities, now let us talk about ourselves and what we can do about it. Self understanding seems to be a life long journey for everyone I have ever met. It can often be confusing and I've seen many simply stop trying, but for the people that I have seen push forward, great success has come their way.
I've talked one on one with guys like Eric and Tom, real guys like you that have used Kill The Crap™ In Dating: For Men along with the free dating advice questions to become more then what they ever imagined possible in their own dating life. I've also used those conversations as a chance to get an outside-looking-in perspective on a mans journey to break free of the mindless crap that has been added to his value-set over the years and recreate a value-set that actually has something to do with his life.
What I've come to see is something I find extremely interesting. You guys aren't as insecure as you think. In fact, some of you are pretty damn cocky, you just don't have the practice needed to use that confidence and cockiness for the good of your own happiness.
"Insecurity through confidence™"
It means that for some of you, maybe more of you then anybody realizes, it's not "getting the girl" that worries you. It's what to do with her after you've "gotten" her. You take a look at the girl, and you use your extremely brilliant minds to paint a picture of what your entire involvement with this girl is going to look like. You see yourself walking up to her and being suave, saying the right things, getting her, having sex with her…
Then… you see yourself doing it again, and again, and again. Then you're in a relationship, next she wants to move in, then she wants a house, then kids, then to move her parents in… you see all that and you FREEZZZZEEE.
Now you're hearts not in it anymore...
To read the rest of this article, go here:
http://www.killthecrap.com/artinsecureconfident.htm
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Movie Reviews: Smokin' Aces, Blood and Chocolate
Blood and chocolate sucked miserably. Smokin' Aces however was pretty cool. Read clips from each review below:
Smokin' Aces
RATING: DIDN'T SUCK AND A HALF
Well, I gotta say, the movie's pretty cool. I'd say it's worth paying to see in the theaters. It's got some stuff that kinda sucks too though:
Weird humor; it was often more retarded then it was funny, it's the type of thing you'll laugh at and then say "god that's retarded" you're laughing more at the fact that they were stupid enough to put it in there then you are at it's actual humor value.
Loose Ends;
to read more on this review go here: http://www.killthecrap.com/ktcmovrevrec.htm#smokinaces
Blood and Chocolate
RATING: SUCKED!!!
God damnit this movie sucked. I mean... god damnit. Okay, it's like 11 hours long, there's no plot until the very end, and that plot is pretty fuckin lame. The people turn into regular wolves, not werewolves, and the transformation process involves a ball of light and a flash and then boom, they're regular wolves. The problem is that they're so easily killed in the movie as regular wolves, and they're so super strong as people, it makes you wonder why any freakin idiot would ever want to turn into the wolf in the first place. Then they have an action scene that doesn't...
To read more on this review, go here:
http://www.killthecrap.com/ktcmovrevrec.htm#bloodandchocolate
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Saturday, January 27, 2007
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Pan's Labarynth Movie Review
Pan's Labarynth
RATING: Didn't Suck and a Half
After waiting for quite a while for it to be released in my area, I have to say that Pan's Labarynth kind of came up short compared to what I was looking forward to. There's only a small amount, maybe a total of fifteen or twenty minutes of time spent in the fantasy world that they showcase so vividly in the commercials. The ending left some kind of bland questions that make you feel somewhat dissapointed. The fanstay stuff you do see is somewhere between a cheesy puppet movie and well... a cheesy puppet movie. This movie is however, gripping and dark at times as well.
The special effects and gore when humans are injured in the movie is actually really good. If you haven't seen the commercials for this movie yet, try to avoid them, perhaps doing so will allow you to enjoy the movie more then me and my friend did.
The basic aggreement among the masses is that...
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Wednesday, January 24, 2007
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crappy video rental stores
Gee wiz... what the hell. I'm at blockbuster looking for something to watch. I find two really awesome looking flicks, bring them home. One looks like a 12 year old with a camcorder went ballistic after forgetting to take his ridlin. The next is... pretty much the same. Bring the movies back, rent a flick called "The Kumite: To Die is an Honor" I, being the naive and sunshine hearted individual that I am, made the mistake of getting all excited about the movie after reading the description. It talks of a young fighter who mixes Muy Thai kickboxing with Chinese Gung Fu... or some shit... and develops a deadly style that is sure to make him champion. So here I am thinking "oh this must be some kind of spin off of 'blood sport', COOL!"
Maaannnnn, this movie was like a teen drama about some guy in love with his teacher. There was like 8 minutes of fighting.
So after much frustration of constantly finding crap, I figure, hey, let's see if there are any indie rental spots around. After all, there's a spot, I think it's called 'New York Video Exchange' right in New Paltz that I could always find an interesting movie I had never heard of. That's where I find out about kick ass movies like 'Darkness Falls' and 'The Secretary'. Movies I wouldn't have ever found out about probably had I not gone to this rental spot.
But no, instead I'm stuck in Poughkeepsie, with Block Buster and movies like "Behind the Wall of Sleep" and "Dark Reality" in the NEW RELEASE section like it's something to get excited about. I mean... I go into the old movie section to see if maybe there's a bunch of movies that have already come out a while ago but I never got to see. No, just more crap.
So I go online and see if there's any other indie spots close by. I find a store called "Moovies" or some crap. I get there and it's basically another fuckin blockbuster. Except this one... in all it's genious and glorious wisdom decided that it should alphabetize it's entire stock. So unless you know the movie you're looking for... you have to search through the entire store to find a movie. There's no horror section, no action section. Just... A... through... Z.
So what if I'm looking for something NEW that I dont' know about? What if I just know I want to see an action flick... what do I do???? I go back to fuckin Block Buster that's what I do... and look at the same damn shit... I looked at the last time. It's like when you're hungry and you keep opening the refrigerator door... ain't nothing new in there... but maaayyybbeeee I missed something... right.
Ya know, people are kinesthetic, they're visual. Business talk about how the internet hurts they're business. All it does is push them to be better businesses. There will always be a place for hard locations and stores. When you want something immediatly especially. But, when you decided that instead of Killing the Crap in the way you run your business you just keep pumping out the crap by the gallons, you're going to have a harder time. And they wonder why everybody goes to "The Red Box" and Net Flix... I don't even do the block buster wannabe net flix I do netflix. In Red Box, they tend to have better movies, at least so far anyway. Net Flix has SOOOO many movies you're selection isn't limited to crap or crappier.
I swear, I need to write more movie reviews. I'm going to redo my site so there's a bunch of new features in the movie review section to make it easier for you guys to find out what's crap, and what's not. That way you don't have to go through the agony of sitting through crappy films in a search for some relaxing at-home entertainment.
Booyaow, just got a new years resolution.
Check out my movie review section now and periodically from time to time as I begin updating it.
http://www.killthecrap.com/ktcmovrevrec.htm
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Monday, January 15, 2007
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MOVIE REVIEW: PRIMEVAL
Movie sucked. It makes you think it's something it's not.
For the full deal go here:
http://www.killthecrap.com/ktcmovrev.htm
The short version is "it's a crocodile?"
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Wednesday, December 27, 2006
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MOVIE REVIEW: Rocky Balboa
This movie rocked, not only did i like it, my friend that went with me liked it and I didn't hear one person complain coming out of the theater, not only that but after the movie everybody started clapping at the same time.
To check out the review go here:
http://www.killthecrap.com/ktcmovrevrec.htm#rockybalboa
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Monday, December 25, 2006
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New Song: "A hand me down christmas" details
I wanted to give a christmas present to all the people that have purchased my album. So i thought, what better then an exclusive song?
That's right, while everybody can listen to a shortened clip of the song "A hand me down christmas" only people who have purchased my album can listen to the song in it's entirety.
The song is only available for a limited time, so if you purchase the album before Jan 31st (that means the 31st is too late) you can get this song for free. Otherwise you'll have to wait for christmas of 2007.
The sample version is right on my songs on my main myspace page. Or you can go here:
http://www.killthecrap.com/samples.htm
and listen to not only the christmas song, but sample versions of every track from my entire album 'Without A Label'
Enjoy!
Midnight Sun
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Wednesday, November 29, 2006
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"Toy" Sanctions on North Korea... could be not such a dumbass idea
I'm not much of a politician, but I'm pretty good when it comes to tactics and so fourth. I just got done reading an article about how we (the US) are going to ban luxury Item exports to North Korea. Things like plasma TV's, jet skis, liquor, ciggarettes and even IPODS won't be allowed over there any more... at least not from the US.
Personally, I don't think it's going to do much, but the idea itself has merit. See, Kim Jong Il, apparently, is big into luxury items, while his whole crappy country lives in a bunch of grass huts or some shit, eating left over chicken dinners, this asshole's off riding jetskis, drunk, listening to his favorite IPOD. He also gives these types of items as gifts to all of his little minions. So the Bush Administration figures, heh, piss him off a little bit maybe it'll do something.
Now, while the actualization of this idea is going to make it look like Bush is a moron, the proper planning and implementation of such an idea could work.
Think about how PISSED OFF I get over the DUMBEST shit... the DUMBEST SHIT. This is a new era of life, where often times luxury items hold more personal value then necesssities. Now, of course Kim Jong Il can get all that crap off the black market trade, but the thing he's not taking into account is the concept of supply and demand... IF, all the major exporters joined in and refused to ship to Korea, his only route would be through black market, as demand goes up, and availability goes down... price skyrockets.
So, he'll be spending more to retain his current life style, spending more to retain his minions lifestyle. But there's also a psychological factor too.
Think about it, if your government had to send special agents out to illegally purchase an item, say like a cellphone or something, and you being an employee of your government, had to assassinate 12 innocent people just so you can prove your loyalty or whatever you want to call it, just so you can be worthy of getting that cellphone. But because of how much you had to do to get it, you think your cellphones the shit. Then you turn on the TV and you see some brat in afghanistan with ten of the same damn phone you got like it's nothing... what's that gonna do to your moral? You're going to look at your government like it's corny as hell. A fuckin joke. Unfortunately for you, now YOU look like a joke. BOOM, defectors. You don't need many to get the amount of information you need to do what you want to do. And America's got plenty of things it'd like to do. And because people, regardless of race, color creed or whatever can be seen, tend to be followers, once a handful start doing it, a bunch will do it, then a crap load.
You mix that with some great usage of the media to make it sort of a fad to defect from North Korea, now not only is it annoying and embarassing to live in North Korea, it's also cool to leave!
Unfortunately they didn't take the idea that far and it's just going to make us look like assholes... but hey, better then nothing I suppose.
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Wednesday, November 15, 2006
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Just... more shit pissin me off...
So I'm driving... the best stories happen when ur driving don't they? And I'm in Connecticut... for those of you who don't know, connecticut sucks.. lol, okay maybe CT doesn't suck... but the spot I was in most certainly did. I'm just gonna make this quick because I've got other things to talk about as well. I'm driving 15mph... because in connecticut if you brush your foot on the gas you get pulled the fuck over for speeding, and in all this SLOWness, some stupid ass to my right picks 7inches before I'm in her "you shouldn't be pulling out in front of me" zone... to pull the fuck out in front of me! Then... then she freaks, because she's entered the "oh shit" zone, where we're about to collide. She freezes. So now she's just sitting in front of me. She's another one, sitting in her damn fuckin Jeep/Minivan Hybrid escalade whatever the fuck kinda penis-envy-mobile... that's so fuckin huge she's taking up both lanes now. At which point, some OTHER fuckin moron decides that now it's his turn to jolt the fuck into traffic, so now there's this three-way fuck-cluster of screwiness going down, and because CT's don't know the difference between "D" and "R" on their fuckin shifter, a fuckin traffic jam starts forming. Now, the OD (original dumbass) is yelling at me.
I'm sorry... what.... thuh fuck...?
I didn't even get into it with her because driving and arguing just doesn't mix well with me so at this point I'm just laughing at everybody waiting for somebody to make a move... thought about backing up myself, but genius number three is riding my ass close enough to polish my bumper and that shit just ain't gonna happen.
But now here's the thing about people... at least people in connecticut anyway. See, CT is kind of a "rich" area, the spot I was in is anyway, it's not just rich people though, it's "daddy bought me this car" rich people. People that don't even understand what an earned dollar of any kind, hard or pussy-ass soft is like, because shit is handed to them. The most interesting part of that equation is that deep down inside they KNOW how horrible of a loser they really are under all their money, so what do they do? They hide that shit, they burry it under as much smugness, emptiness and bitchiness they can find.
Why am I talking about that when I'm stuck on the road surrounded by monkeys holding a bunch of typewriters? ONE... because I've got PLENTY OF TIME TO THINK ABOUT THAT KIND OF SSSSSHIT.
And two... because it's THAT fuckin personality that causes the next honey roasted chunk of cluster fuckness.
NOBODY WANTS TO BE THE FIRST TO MOVE!!! They all want to the rest of the fuckin world to part for them!!! Right, okay, then... on top of that, the rest of the people on the road... just as mentally disfunctional as the monkey/typewriter people now need to make it known that they're in a rush. Because as if the situation wasn't fucked up enough, now a bunch of people that weren't even in this autmotive conversation gotta start relating your problems to their day. So everybody starts riding everybody else's ass. Until we're all so condensed that nobody can FUCKIN move to correct the mistakes that have already been made.
Okay, so we cut forward in time about ten minutes, and everybody figures out which one is their left and traffic begins to clear up. The OD finally is able to pull her fuckin automobile out and begin her drive to whatever super important place that held the deadline that she couldn't possibly wait eleven seconds for traffic to pass her in the first place for. Ya know, something involving a dieing cancer patient in bangladesh that her hand croche'd fuckin quilt is going to make so happy or some shit.
Because after all, people can not possibly be this dumb... right? Some good explanation has to be their right?
RIGHT????
WRONG MUTHA FUCKER. This fuckin bitch drives three parking spaces down the road and parks her fuckin car again, gets out the car and walks into the next store on the strip.
She got IN HER CAR...
She pulls out INTO TRAFFIC...
She FUCKS traffic up... ROYALLY...
because she didn't want to have to walk the extra twenty feet to get to her original parking spot with whatever bags she's going to walk out of that next store with.
The lives... of like... thirty people were stopped, because Botox bitch didn't want the excersise involved with walking an extra 15 paces to her car... because seriously... isn't that what the tummy tuck was for in the first place?
Then again, maybe I'm the crackhead. Maybe I'm fuckin insane for getting pissed off because some lady wanted to move her car up three parking spots. Maybe I'm a harsh, judgemental, angry person that doesn't stop to put himself into other peoples shoes because ya know what, in this day and age shouldn't a better parking spot fuck up everybody elses day? I mean how big of a deal is it REALLY? It was ONLY fifteen minutes out of thirty people's lives. Don't we all need to stop and smell the roses more anyway?
NO muther fucker we DON'T, cut the care-bear bullshit on being open minded and loving everyone for who they are without question and realize that while people are born being created equal we have a knack for becoming very inequal people. Just leave it at the fact that the monkey with the typewriter is a fuckin idiot, and drive to wherever the fuck you're going being glad that you vented instead of bottled up all that monkey rage everyone one of us has but few acknowledge.
-Midnight Sun... ya know what I don't even feel like talking about whatever else I was gonna talk about... I'll talk about it later.
Fuck,
Midnight Sun
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Tuesday, November 07, 2006
My brothers baby boy
So this is how the drama started out. It was my first live performance, not only did my brother not come, but he rolled his eyes and tried to convince me that music is not the way I'm going. He always puts little jabs at me to quit, but I'm not going to quit, so finally I just stopped talking to him. Really, it ended up being an excellent move because more has improved about me and my music and my site and everything since. Still, family is family... and I don't have much family so I suppose it's valuable to at least try. I guess what sparked my sudden interest was pictures sent to me by his girlfriend of the baby. Strangely it was sort of uncomfortable to look at them, the kids cute as hell, but it was just so weird to see someone from my blood smile a genuine smile. It sort of made me realize how much every one of us has been through. In life it seems that we all push quite hard to prove that our journey suffered the most pain, and that we wear that pain and sacrifice like a badge of honor. In my family especially there was always squabbling over who had it worst.
And now here's this kid... just not givin a fuck, lol. Smiling without trying to prove something, without trying to hide something, without fear, without bitterness, without any shadows of pain casted in his eyes, he's just smiling. It's so difficult to explain how amazing that is... but for me, it's something I've never seen.
I think some people have lost perspective about what "wanting your child to have more then what you had" really means. That kid isn't going to have to face the kind of atrocities we did, this kid is going to have a childhood. He's going to be able to grow up when it's time to grow up, not the second he freakin pops out of his momma, lol.
I had to take my life from the world, this kid has been givin a life. And that is so fair. I have to admit that just by seeing those pictures I have been changed. For the first time in my life I see someone cut from the same cloth that actually has a chance to grow and surpass all of us, it kind of makes me hate everything not so much... if that makes sense... makes me feel like just because we were all treated like dirt doesn't mean the world treats you like dirt, it just means some people get treated like dirt, and along with all the terrible there is some good. Even if there's just a little good, already existing, that's more then what I thought was there before. It just makes me feel like fighting so hard to succeed is for something more then survival, it's for joy, it's for happiness, it's for a real life, it's for something we deserve.
I'll see if i can post at least one pic without getting in trouble. Gotta watch out for the crazies ya know ;-).
Later
Midnight Sun
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Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Hey what's up guys, halloween was pretty badass for me, how about you? What was your costume?
I went as a boondock saint... there was like three people that knew what I was, lol. Assholes.
I had the blue jeans, black petticoat, black mock turtleneck lookin thing, leather gloves, had to fold them so they came up to the wrist. I had rope as an accessory, you'll have to watch Boondock saints to know what that's about ;-). I had a cross on rosary beads, and a skimask.
I had a lot of fun when we went out, but the DJ kind of sucked so we ended the night kind of early, around 2am. I had work the next day, it sucked. Why isn't Halloween a holiday where we get a day off? Seriously, it's a pagan holiday... so it doesn't matter who celebrates it. It's not like a Christian spinning a dredle being a poser. It's anybody celebrating something so old nobody really remembers or cares how it got started in the first place. Sure it sounds like most holidays, but I think halloween is a day where we're all the same. Kind of like independance day or thanksgiving. You just have to be america to give a crap.
But whatever I'm no analyst, I just like dancing next to people wearing funny costumes.
Unfortunately I didn't get any pictures, but I still have the stuff for the costume so I'll get some taken later so you can see.
No doubt
Midnight Sun
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Funny Money, Guns and Sexy Bitches
I get out of work, shoot over to Barnes&Noble. I check out the Gun
magazines and there's a new magazine with an article about a gun I'm thinking
about getting. I pick it up, and I happen across a stand that has copies
of Esquire in it. I pick up a copy of esquire.
Walk over to the counter to pay, and some moron chick RUNS to fuckin
cut me off to be first in line... duh. Little did she realize the cashiers
were having trouble with their registers, so instead of just being helped
and walking away... she has to wait next to me. She looks totally embarrassed,
so I really egg it on and pretend to look annoyed with her. Like I could
give a fuck, lol, but far be it for me not to have fun with her.
Keep in mind, I just got out of work. I'm doing my music thing, and
it's going well, but I can't quite quit my day job yet. So I'm wearing
my whole technician and dirt ensemble with a scruffy hat and the cashier
goes ahead and scans my mags. The thing is though, when she goes to put
the mags in the bag, she stops. She's reading the titles. Ya got... esquire:
the big black book edition, a "style manual for successful men"
... and then ya got "Guns and Ammo" for people who like shootin
shit. So it starts getting weird because it's like 60 seconds now that
she's been processing this image in her mind. I'm filthy, and I've got
those two magazines. So what am I like some sort of sexy bitch of a hitman
by night and the Chimney Tech thing is just a cover story by day? Or like...
did I pick up one of the magazines for a friend? If so which one?
Finally I get my stuff and as I'm leaving, the line-cutter bumps into
me and she's like "sorry". I was wearing that new Fierce cologne
though so I think she just want to breath me in for a minute there, lol.
Anyway, this guy that works there is like "hey is that yours?"
pointing to a dollar on the floor.
I'm looking at the dollar, I never carry cash, and the only money I got
today was a five dollar tip, so no, it's not mine. Not even thinking I'm
like "No ya know what? It's probably that girl's" pointing to
the line cutter that just walked out. Now, he goes outside to give it
to her.
And I gotta tell ya, I felt damn good just then. Not only was I a solid
citizen with an honest heart, but that guy went out of his way to ensure
the right thing was done and went to return her dollar to her. I thought
back to movies like "pay it forward" and basked in the glory
of seeing such an impossible idea working right in front of my eyes...
i mean I never got around to watching the movie, but I saw the commercial
for it I pretty much got the jist right there... anyway, the point is,
in spite of all the stress we as people have to face in a day, in spite
of pent up anger and un-vented road rage, instead of sheer selfishness
taking over mankind, for an instant humanity overcame animalist tendancy
and I felt damn proud of it.
It was right about that time that I remembered I forgot to pack a lunch
today and had to take money out of the ATM this morning for candy bars
and bottled water... so... it actually WAS my dollar.
Then I just kinda felt like an asshole...
Midnight Sun
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Headless Horseman Ride
Went on the headless horseman ride. I had fun. I didn't realize you did
so much there, it was like a two hour event for only twenty five bucks.
My lady friend was FREAKIN out out everything, lol. I kept fuckin eggin
it on too. Like she had her arms cluthing my left arm. I startle pretty
easy, but like I don't "scare" easy... she scares easy. So I
would try and make sure that the actors in the park knew she scared easy.
A lot of the time she wasn't even looking, so I'd start walking just a
little crooked, and then I'd twist so that she thought we were going around
a corner, but really what I was doing what bringing her over to one of
the scary people. Then she'd look up and there's one of these guys wearing
a bloody gas mask like an inch from her face saying "you've got pretty
eyes" and then she'd fuckin AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
So it was cool.
If you have the stomach for watching a totally crappy movie. There's
this independant film, it won a bunch of student film awards, but it's
still really bad. Anyway, there's this flick called "13 Seconds"
you can rent it at block buster on rt 9 in poughkeepsie.
This movie totally bit off the horseman ride. There's this one part in
the horseman ride where they use a two way mirror that fades in between
a regular guy standing there and then one of these evil looking butchers
wearing a "House of a thousand corpses" gas mask that's shaking
around like he's having a fuckin stroke or something.
In the movie 13 Seconds they totally use that gag.
Unless the horseman ride stole it thinking "who the fuck would be
stupid enough to watch this crappy movie anyway? Nobody's gonna know where
we got it from". In any case, the horseman ride did it better.
There was this magician there that was pretty good. I felt bad for him
though because his helpers were totally lame. His "beautiful assistant"
though pretty good looking in a goth sort of way, looked like she didn't
even want to be there. You can tell he really loves what he does though,
and he picked really good songs for his tricks, and his exit song was
awesome too. Apparently he travels all over the country so he's doing
pretty well which is cool. Unfortunately, the people at the magic shop
right next to him fuckin sucked. lol. They got this one trick where a
card "magically" raises up. Half the deck is fake. Then they
got a "quarter in a bottle" trick. One quarter is fake, the
other quarter is real, he shows you the real quarter, hides it in his
hand and then puts the fake quarter in the bottle. Still has the real
quarter in his hand so when he "fishes" out the fake quarter
he drops the real quarter out of his hand and it looks like it fell out
of the bottle. Then they had rings that have a break in them and he "magically"
joins them toghether. What sucked is the Magician said it was HIS shop,
so I thought there were going to be trained magicians there surprising
the hell out of me or something.
Overall everything was really good though.
Anyone living in the hudson valley NY and surrounding areas can check
out the headless horseman ride at:
www.headlesshorseman.com
To all of my friends out in Cali, Florida and Texas and Georgia and all
the rest of you... well you can't really check it out, but at least you
get to hear about me having a good time.
PS: They had this kid dressed up like a mummy sitting in a coffin. Believe
it or not HE was the creepiest thing out of the whole freakin show. And
he's right by the entrance so he's just like this little minor attraction
but he was sooooooo good at just being creepy looking that even when we
were waiting on line for the hayrides and haunted houses and everything,
everybody kept talking about the kid.
Like I said, my girl scares easy right, and he picked up on that, now
where he sits in his coffin,
(the coffin is like 7' tall and it is standing up leaned against a wall,
he's standing on stilts so he looks all creepy with really long legs,
lol. So to take a break he just leans back in the coffin, and because
of the way they did his costume, if he stays still, he doesn't look like
a guy in a suit, he just looks like a decoration)
To his left, there's just a straight run of open land that has stores
on either side of it. So since he picked up on how she scares easily,
he just kept looking at her. And she'd get creeped out and look away.
And then she'd get paranoid and look back and he'd STILL be looking at
her. lol. He was really good. He moved and he looked at you like he was
contemplating eating you, lol. He would do the "silent hill"
thing where he moves his bones all crooked and shit so he looks all disfigured,
lol. Anyway, you get the idea.
Monday, October 2, 2006
These days... It's easy to get old.
OOOOokkkaaaayyyyyy... so I'm at the store getting some stuff right.
Waiting on line I realize that I'm waiting for fuckin ever and a half
past tuesday. A lot of people tell me I'm impatient, personally I just
think I don't have enough time in the day. So I look up at the cashier
to see what the ffFFUUUCCKKKKK is going on. What I'm expecting, is some
90 year old penny pincher arguing with the cashier over an expired coupon.
Unfortunately I wasn't so lucky.
At the cash register was one of those "in my day we took our time,
smelled the roses and enjoyed our coffee in the morning" kinda-bran-muffin
eating muther fuckers. My turn comes up and I hand the guy this five dollar
bill. He takes the five out of my hand, and smooths it out, undoes a folded
corner on it, flips it over, spins it around and then brushes his fingers
across the keypad in an outward motion like he's trying to remember which
ones contain the "home row".... annnnnddd then just in case
it wasn't straight enough to be accepted into the cash regisher he swipes
the bill through his fingers stiffly one more time for good measure.
The cash drawer hasn't even fffffFUCKIN... OPENED yet. Now he tilts his
head up so he can look through his bifocals to read the numbers. Ya got
bifocals? Doesn't bother me one bit, but the thing is this muther fucker
doesn't HAVE bifocals. I don't know, maybe he's looking under his glasses,
or maybe that's just how stupid people look at machines they don't understand
I don't know.
Point is....
The cash drawer still... isn't - fuckin - open.
So he musters up the courage to interface with technology, god knows
the risks, I mean if you don't take your fingers off the keys fast enough
after you're done typing the little machine'll steal your soul.
He musters up the strength to press a key, and what key does he press?
He presses:
The WRONG fuckin key.
Thanks to his stealthily planned-out move and thanks to years of experience
and wisdom there is now a long audible tone emitting from the cash register
like it's being "painted" by enemy SAM modules in the distance.
So now he's got to go ask for help... because he doesn't understand why
it's beeping. It CAN'T be because he just hit the wrong button. It MUST
be some kinda funky voodoo dance wasn't performed properly.
Anyway, it takes me fifteen minutes to get out of there. Being the guy
I am, the first thing I do is vent about it to a friend.
To which the friend gasps and says "you're supposed to respect your
elders"
I'm, supposed to respect my elders.
Why?
Explain that shit to me, WHY? Look I'd hate to break it to you old people
out there but ya know what? This is not the prospecting days of the late
1800's anymore. You can put down the sifting pan.
You walk down the street today, chances are you won't be eaten by a fuckin
bear. You walk down the street today, chances are you won't be shot with
an arrow for desecrating the buffalo. Okay, there's a polio vacine right
now.
More people now then ever are getting old, and ya want to know why? Because
it's easy. Welfare, social security, this and that, all combines for one
of the most padded trips into aged insanity the world has ever seen.
You want my respect? Learn how to use the tools in front of you. It's
a lot like a fuckin abicus, except now you don't need to slide, you just
push. You want my respect, earn your damn living. There are mentally challenged
people out there adapting and surviving better then once-successful-now-retired
regular old people. You want respect? Earn it god damnit.
Back in the day getting old was tough, if you lived to be more then 30
years old people looked at you and said "damn what the hell'd he
do to get past 30?" So the saying "respect your elders"
became cliche'd because so many elders deserved respect that younger people
needed to be reminded of that.
Okay, if you're 127 years old, take all the damn time you want running
that cash register. Take the front seat at the strip club. Speed. Eat
whatever the fuck you want and say whatever the fuck you want. Why? Because
you EARNED that shit.
65... get back to fuckin work. Okay, I'm young. Social Security's not
gonna be there. Bush just got done telling me that if I want a future
I gotta figure it out on my own. I don't need some old guy that's looking
for the handcrank on his car telling me what it was like in his day like
I should feel ashamed for living in the age of technology.
You want to know what it's like living in the age of technology? I have
no fuckin idea what's going on half the time. Because the second I learn
something, six weeks later it's already obsolete. Last year I have the
most advanced processor out on the market. Today I can't even get a damn
motherboard with a video card slot that supports my fuckin processor.
I'm talking ten months to a year and I gotta completely redo everything
now. I'm working on one of my girls' computer.
Okay, so don't fuckin talk to me about taking my time and enjoying life
and smelling roses because you know what? I move this fast so that way
at the end of the day everything is done and I can sit down, eat, relax,
watch TV, have HOARDS of sex, get a massage and if I finished my tasks
for the day quickly enough go out and smell some of those roses.
Okay, now before I go off on a tangent (huh?) does anybody here think
old people have it harder then young people?
Midnight Sun
www.killthecrap.com
Friday, September 22, 2006
Hole in my hand... lost again... rough week
So the other day I totally bust my ass and rip the skin from the corner
of my palm right off. Today I'm working and my bandaid comes off and cement
dries on the raw flesh... yeah. So I'm writing this blog, taking a break
from painfully scrapping the shit off, hoping not to get an infection,
to vent a little (smirk).
Okay, so the hole in my hand was unfortunate, then I twisted my ankle,
that sucked. Then today half the map references were either wrong or directing
me to the wrong place.
One said "make a left at the pawling light, make a left on the hill,
then make a right"
No fuckin street names, nothing.
Anyway. I'm fucking dirty as hell right, working to fund my music, I
get the refractory cement on my gouge, and for whatever reason, this chick
starts flirting with me.
I swear to god, sometimes I'm so damn sexy... and have absolutley no
clue why. I know I know, arogant bla bla bla. What I'm saying is like,
I'll be all dressed up, clean cut, looking in the mirror saying "DAMN
I look good!" I go out, and like, nobody really checks me out or
anything.
Then I'll roll up into the grocery store after a sooty days work, got
soot all over my face looking like some kinda crazy commando with camo
stripes painted on his mug, and like... five girls will spark a conversation
with me.
I mean shit, at this rate I'm ready to just stop shaving all together,
let my hair grow out, and just walk around like a damn animal all day
and see what happens. lol.
See that's an interesting point though. Think about all the super hot
chicks and chicos you guys and girls have seen in your day. Why didn't
you go talk to them? Why, is it you have to wait till we're dirty, and
grimey looking before you'll walk up to us and say something?
Seriously, what- I gotta roll around on the floor, get up and THEN say
hi or somethin in order for you to see the person under the skin? Come
on now.
What's so damn scary about sexy?
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Thursday , September 21,
The Midnight Sun Returns!
Hey guys... well... I got some emails and some friends talked to me about
it too
everybody seems to really like to know what's going on with me and my
life.
So why the disappearance? I guess, in some ways I've just been kind of
depressed. I swear, it seems like every time I'm up, I'm down just a few
days after. If you've been reading my commentary (otherwise known as BLOGS,
lol, such a dumbass word) you've seen it, I get a show, 200 people show
up, the sound
equipment fails... I can't perform. I'm on the radio, I lose my job. I'm
eating a little bit of the
same head of lettuce for a week straight, and then I'm selling like fifty
copies
of my album and jumping for joy.
I've got such a dream ya know? I've got such a vision of what this website
and
what I'm supposed to be, and yet here I am, still trying to get my damn
life
together. It's like turmoil is forever in my life. Every day it's like
I'm a
mouse and there's a cat out there just playing with me.
I talk all the time about how we're going to filter the drama, nonsense
and crap
from our lives and we're going to overcome all the bullshit this world
has to
throw at us. Believe me, in a lot of ways we've defied the odds. But how
many
times do I have to defy the odds before I get a damn break? Ya know? How
many times do I have to wake up, drag myself out of bed to go and work
some bullshit ass job that I hate just so I can come home, tired and feeling
weak and having no energy to put into the things I love.
What is that? What is it that a man has to suffer for days to get five
minutes of pure joy? How many times have you looked in the face of death,
danger, failure or hummiliation and stood up? Again and again you get
beat down, and while looking back and saying "Yeah, I conquered that"
is one of the coolest feelings in the world. Sometimes it just gets fucking
old. Sometimes I just want to be a damn success already.
In all honesty, sometimes I feel like a fool. Like a hypocrite. I feel
like I've let you all down. So many of you write to me and tell me how
everything that I write here, my music, my book, and my articles and everything
has shown you that there's more out there and that you deserve to go get
it. And yet here I am looking like a damn loser still.
Yeah, I was born into a household that made $7,000 a year, and now I
personally make about 30,000 a year. And yeah, I have a nice apartment.
And yeah, I FINALLY got a car, but I don't care about stupid shit like
that. I don't care about money, I don't care about fame, or cars or stupid
fucking houses, none of that is a measure of who I am. A measure of who
I am is how much I stand up to, how much of my life is MY life.
Lately I've felt like a damn slave. I feel like I'm a kid again picking
beans in a field like a slave picked cotten, getting beaten when I didn't
pick enough beans just so I could sit down at the god damn dinner table
and not get any damn beans. I feel like I'm working for all the things
I don't care about.
I want to be out there talking to you guys, performing for you, getting
your emails, writing you back, I want to be doing all the things that
feel real, right and whole inside.
So I guess lately I've just been ashamed of myself, looking at the picture
that I painted for myself and seeing all the ways I just haven't measured
up to my own stupid ego.
That's not to say that I'm giving up in the slightest, as we speak I'm
trying to regroup, and build a team. I've let down my gaurd, filtered
the drama, nonsense and crap from myself a little more and admitted that
I need help if I want to succeed.
I'm not saying that we're down. I've already rallied up several people
and currently have a writer, photographer, make up specialist, wardrobe
designer, and a little broke ass camera crew for some up and coming projects.
But this commentary is more of a personal page, a direct "me to
you" sort of thing, and I guess I just haven't felt like there's
much special going on about me lately.
I still get emails from you though, and I still have friends and loved
ones telling me that I should blog just so you can see what's new, even
if what's new isn't something amazing.
So I'm going to try, harder then before, to not be such a perfectionist,
the very thing I tell people is a waste of time to try and be, and just
let you see what's been up from time to time. So I'm going to try and
post as often as I can from now on.
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Friday, July 28, 2006
Road Rage!!!
Okay, so I'm making a right turn into a two lane road (two lanes going
each way) and for some reason some asshole decides that's a problem, so
he lays onto his horn for like 45 seconds. So, since I've only been driving
for like 8 months, my reaction is "whoops, I must have done something
wrong and didn't even realize. So I'm driving now, I did the little wave
thing or whatever to say "sorry", apprently that's not enough.
I put on my right blinker so I can get into the right lane and make a
right. He speeds up in his big gigantic fuckin explorer or something like
one of those big jeep/minivan looking "soccer mom with penis envy"-mobiles
and gets next to me and starts juking back and forth like he's going to
run me off the road or some shit. So I try to speed up to get in front
so I can just make the damn turn and not deal with him anymore, he cuts
me off. It's so close that I almost kiss his fuckin bumper at the YEILD
sign (he's now stopped at yeild and there's no one coming in any direction
from anywhere, the guys trying to block me) So i back up, put it on "1"
(driving an automatic) so I can get some torque and I tear around the
car, the yeild sign and again, now I'm just driving, problem solved. NOPE...
this fucker is driving like a bat out of hell again, swerving and shit
looking all menacing. At this point I've come to the conclusion that this
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