tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57328332011-04-21T13:19:10.756-07:00World Savior v2.0Well, I thought I'd give people an oppurtunity to do a few things. If you know me and you don't hear from me often, here is a sure-fire way to find out what is going on. If you happened to read my work at ChaosinMotion.net, this is a way to learn a little about me, and my life. Finally, it is an oppurtunity to let my tounge loose and say what I am thinking. This may include rants, offending people, jokes, you get the idea.Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.comBlogger901100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1096616146560991312004-10-01T01:31:00.000-07:002004-10-01T00:35:46.560-07:00My attempts to quit smoking failed.
I guess it's back to the drawing board on that one.
Away from such banality, things are pretty much the same as they were during my last post. For those of you on the inside of my little end of the world, you know what that means and how I am feeling right now.
I'm sorry if I have been a dick to anyone or are being a bit distant. Just understand that I amPrometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1095731662722903112004-09-20T18:53:00.000-07:002004-09-20T18:54:22.723-07:00
Big shock, eh?
Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1095227514717805262004-09-14T22:48:00.000-07:002004-09-14T22:51:54.716-07:00Nictoine Withdrawl Pt. 3:
Half a pack today...;not bad. I'm down from roughly two packs (last week) to half a pack a day. Never ever doubt the power of focused Will. The withdrawls are hurting as bad, either. I can go several hours before I notice anything.....it's just the hand-habit and my own small oral fixation (which bothers me since no one female seems to appreciate it.)
In other news,Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1094669828221368732004-09-08T11:46:00.000-07:002004-09-08T22:39:14.223-07:00Nicotine Withdrawl, pt.2:
Cigarettes taste terrible. I've had my first for the day....and that's the only one since 11:30 last night. The cravings aren't so bad, really, they are just a bit unpleasant. So I broke and bought a pack , just so I would have them for when I start getting a little too edgy.
But as I was saying, they taste like shit. I don't rightly know why I started to smoke in the Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1094665800707014462004-09-08T10:49:00.000-07:002004-09-08T10:50:00.706-07:00 What Classic Movie Are You?personality tests by similarminds.com
Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1094594826186033712004-09-07T14:59:00.000-07:002004-09-07T15:07:06.186-07:00Nicotine withdrawl- Part 1.
I decided that I need to start saving money, and smoking costs me approx. $100 a month. Granted, I don't know what the fuck I am thinking. I need to start making some serious changes...and serious grip. It sucks being broke like me, but worse is being frustrated, worried, and no totally able to see past the whole "I'm fucked" feeling.
So now I am in a state of Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1093895943337785772004-08-30T12:53:00.000-07:002004-08-30T12:59:03.336-07:00I'd really like to know how it is that I am not paying of for anything other than my normal expenses (rent, gas, insurance, and smokes) and somehow I am spending more money than I ever have. This is becoming a massive pain in my ass and I have nothing I can seemingly do about it. I'm so sick and fucking tired of being broke, having migraines, being looked at by mutant mall-walking fuckheads andPrometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1093585269598238352004-08-26T22:32:00.000-07:002004-08-26T22:41:09.596-07:00It's been quiet. Too quiet, actually. I hate those periods of time when things are sitting still, almost as if life is waiting for something to happen, or for me to catch up to it all.
Fuck, maybe I'm crazy, but do you ever get the feeling that things are just about to occur, but haven't yet? I get that feeling all too often these days, and I just wonder what is going to occur next.
Never a Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1092979317318226902004-08-19T22:11:00.000-07:002004-08-19T22:21:57.316-07:00It's been a long time since I have posted, and I suppose I have reasons. Things have really been changing here in my life, and I suppose those of you have been unfortunate enough to hear me rant understand how things have gotten odd. I am not going to sit here and bitch online over things, so I will not even go into all of it.
But I am going to apologize for two things: 1) I'm exhausted. I Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1091863794833382942004-08-07T00:20:00.000-07:002004-08-08T22:22:02.363-07:00I don't really have much to say tonight. That's been a trend with me recently. As well, I have found that most of these posts are getting personal again. I've kinda run out of steam, in terms of ranting. I honestly think that the whole "maturity" thing may have finally gotten to me. That's not a bad thing....just kinda odd.
My mother said something funny to me awhile back. My entire life she Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1091725167366252342004-08-05T09:37:00.000-07:002004-08-05T09:59:27.366-07:00Okay, so my last attempt at an entry went belly-up due to some sort of Internet error, something involving a problem with a connection that kept getting severed. So I will try to retell that story, plus add in the rest of the things that are going on. So for those of you who actually give a shit, here you go.
I've been drunk twice this week. And I'm not talking a little tipsy, or kinda fuzzy,Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1091409637540032002004-08-01T18:18:00.000-07:002004-08-01T18:20:37.540-07:00There is a sequel to my Friendtest. Go back to PrometheusLaughing.friendtest.com and take it.
TAKE IT!
YOUR LIFE IS MEANINGLESS WITHOUT IT!
MEANINGLESS!!!!
Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1090817764564229022004-07-25T21:54:00.000-07:002004-07-25T21:56:04.566-07:00I am not feeling especially anecdotal tonight. I know that is rare, but I really don't have shit to talk about.. The only thing I know is that coffee is good.
Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1090771474145618792004-07-25T09:03:00.000-07:002004-07-25T09:04:42.746-07:00Another online quiz result. I have to say that I am not at all shocked.
What Egyptian Deity are you? go to:the quiz!
Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1090383074157272172004-07-20T21:09:00.000-07:002004-07-20T21:11:14.156-07:00Check out PrometheusLaughing.FriendTest.Com to see how well you know me. I'd like to hear back from you interesting creatures to see how well you did, as well, to see if you understand my sense of humor. Once you take the quiz, I am sure you will understand what I mean.
Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1089476620571164572004-07-10T09:21:00.000-07:002004-07-19T19:45:34.456-07:00I am now employed. This is a good thing for the fact that I am sick of mooching of my friends. (Gods bless every last one of you motherfuckers for taking care of me for two weeks. I owe you all, and don't gove me that "You Don't Have To Pay Us Back" crap. I will find a way, it'll just take some time. I am expecting to be buying lots of roast beef in the near future.)
But on to other thingsPrometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1089176770965402882004-07-06T21:59:00.000-07:002004-07-06T22:06:10.966-07:00Here is a little bit of non-sequitor for your appetite.
I was on Consumption Junction, looking at porn, and they showed this video of some chick from some website, getting fucked in the ass. She claimed it was her first time having anal sex. Now I rarely feel bad for porn girls, given that they sort of bring it on themselves.
But she had ten inches of dick in her ass.
She was screaming like youPrometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1089045855584323272004-07-05T09:37:00.000-07:002004-07-05T09:44:15.583-07:00My stomach is a little off this morning. Luckily, a little Vanilla Coke is settling that. Caligula had a BBQ last night, and as always, we ended up getting drunk. Our poison of choice last night was a double shot of Vodka, pomegranete juice, and ginger ale. Deceptive, deceptive, EVIL little drink. The taste of the juice and ginger ale balanced out the dryness of the vodka so you could taste Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1088747657425253752004-07-01T22:40:00.000-07:002004-07-01T22:54:17.426-07:00My job interview was today. I should know by Tuesday if I am eligible for the 2nd interview. I'm wishing for it to go through. Wish me luck.
But onto a more philisophical note, I just finished my stance work for tonight. Who would have known the standing in one position would hurt so much. The drop stance, however, I couldn't even do...it feels like my knee is going to break if I even Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1088445998162714042004-06-28T11:02:00.000-07:002004-06-28T19:26:05.490-07:00I have a job interview on Thursday, working as a rent-a-cop in a shopping mall. Now, while I find this reprehensible from the standpoint of personal philosophy, my morals have always been for sale, and right now my price is getting cheaper by the minute. This is not my ideal job, but hell, I'll settle at this point. But on to more happy and entertaining news....
I just got home from my first Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1088177670557900512004-06-25T08:24:00.000-07:002004-06-25T14:53:29.140-07:00Let's start from the beginning.
I'm currently unemployed. I lost my job in the standard display of bullshit office politics. So I have spent the last few days in a blur of job applications and supreme frustration, listening to Black Flag and the Silent Hill 3 Soundtrack.....yeah, fun.
So I met up with Jules, Vaughn, Jewkkake, and Roach for coffee and dinner. I owe them; considering that Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1087628040348604992004-06-18T23:20:00.000-07:002004-06-18T23:54:00.346-07:00Welcome to another late night episode of Prometheus and Too Much Coffee Theater, where my thoughts are running wild with philisophical waxings and arm-chair psychology. Tonights episode: Evolution.
So what the fuck happened that caused us to get here? How did we, as a species, survive as long as we have? Some would argue purpose, either from a religious standpoint, or from the position of a Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1087334221943122882004-06-15T14:12:00.000-07:002004-06-15T14:17:01.943-07:00I went out shopping today. First thing, let me get this off of my chest. Never Go To Old Navy Unless You Are Looking For Something That You Can Only Find There. Now, once in awhile you will pick up some cool shit....but that's the exception, not the rule. Anyway, I went to Hot Topic (yeah, call me a hypocrite) to pick up a new belt and fishnet shirt when an employee named Felcia tells me Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1086928399589430022004-06-10T21:21:00.000-07:002004-06-11T17:53:04.830-07:00I've had the sort of day where I am pretty sure I could rip out someone's eyes and not flinch. I'm exhausted. I'm in a shit mood. I'm wanting a lot of people dead. The worst part is that I don't know these people. Never met any of them, never had a personal beef with any of them, I just want to hurt a bunch of people. Or to quote Nathaniel, "Ah, this place is rife with newbs to be owned."
Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1086803736641842702004-06-09T10:27:00.000-07:002004-06-09T10:55:36.640-07:00Never go to a Death/Thrash metal show without ear plugs. I can barely hear shit right now. In fact, my ears hurt so bad and are ringing so loudly that I can't even enjoy the full beauty of Tobey Torres and Snake River Conspiracy.
I don't know if it was the the bands (Divulsion, Chaos Order, and my friends, Scarlet Whore) or just the shitty accoustics of the club they were at. However, my Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1086644085975173532004-06-07T14:32:00.000-07:002004-06-07T14:34:46.006-07:00You know it's St. Louis Summer when you are sitting in a darkened house, with two fans on, barely moving, and you are sweating bullets. It's days like today that will make you hateful, even if nothing bad has happened.
Goddamit.Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1086226490398814422004-06-02T18:31:00.000-07:002004-06-02T18:34:50.400-07:00There aren't enough people who listen to The Cure. As of late, I have been amassing these albums. The first was Disintigration, which Strand loaned me. Tonight, G-Zom and I were out shopping and I found a copy of Galore for $10. I get this way....picking up several CD's by one band whenever I can.
Just a thought.Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1086149237181988092004-06-01T21:04:00.000-07:002004-06-01T21:11:19.553-07:00I'm not really sure why I logged on. I don't have anything to say but this: You know you have reached a certain state of being when you are both a day and a night person. I work days.....hence I must be awake and functional. But at night, I feel more alive than functional. If you don't know me, you can't tell the difference. If you do, the difference is huge. Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1085975207512014972004-05-30T20:28:00.000-07:002004-06-01T21:08:59.413-07:00Dynasty Warriors 4: Sick addiction or one of the coolest games ever?
So the weather here in Nailbomb Land has gone completely haywire. Tornados, flooding, too much rain and goddamn moisture for me.....it's like London, if you were to drop it into the middle of Kansas. That said, my allergies have gone insane and I feel like shit all the time now....joy.
I want to apologize for my last entry.Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1085691781235165672004-05-27T13:51:00.000-07:002004-05-27T14:03:01.236-07:00This has been one of the best days I have had in a long time. Strand arrived here about 10:00pm last night, and we spent every minute from that time up to 6am together, totally enthralled in each other's company. It wasn't just sexual, but the whole expierience of totally connecting and being really engaged in terms of interaction with another individual........what's the word? Intoxicating?Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1085445789564850792004-05-24T17:40:00.000-07:002004-05-24T17:43:53.283-07:00"When you came in today,
all I could tell you is "Old Heart
Ache Matters."
So just read; my romance written in
Braille; 7 names to 7 women, like
wayward mothers to far-away children."
It's called "Zampano Blues."
Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1085256004529031572004-05-22T12:40:00.000-07:002004-05-22T13:00:04.530-07:00St. Louis summer.....joy. It's here early, to be sure, and I for one am not happy. In case you have never had the joy of being in this town during this time of year, I cannot express the wonderous feeling of having your lungs filled with city humidity....it's like drowning on dry land.
The worst part of this isn't the weather.
It's the people. The commoners of St. Louis will be out in Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1085065104268742762004-05-20T07:50:00.000-07:002004-05-20T07:58:24.266-07:00So it's off to the barber shop today. I need a fucking haircut; it's starting to feel a lot like summer around here, and I couldn't think of a better way to stop sweating like a fat batard than to trim off some of this mane of mine. I go to a small shop called Larry's to have all of that done....they are cheap, fast, and efficient, kinda like a few of my ex's. What can I say? I can't argue Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1084839108724827162004-05-17T17:05:00.000-07:002004-05-17T17:11:48.723-07:00What a shitty day. I am so sick of these odious little vermin and their damnable need for a cellphone. Fuck you, AT&T Wireless customers....your petty little shit lives and alleged need for a cellphone does nothing but vex and disgust countless people, who otherwise would have nothing to do with your greed for technology.
I feel better now.
Right, with that out of the way......
So Caligula Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1084683507636350022004-05-15T21:54:00.000-07:002004-05-15T21:58:27.636-07:00I'm Back!!
Our DSL went down the tubes, but we now have Cable Modem......damn. It's a beautiful thing.
Anyway, for those of you who have been keep track, I'm going to be posting again, and I hope things will be running smoothly.
Ciao for now.
P.S.- For Strand......thank you. Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1083380241353703742004-04-30T19:57:00.000-07:002004-04-30T20:00:28.403-07:00What a bummer. Nothing good in the $5.50 bin at WalMart for DVD's. I hate when that happens.
My apartment smells like nail-polish remover and cigarettes. I once heard of a company that could make any scent into a cologne. I pray, I really pray, that no one decides that this would be a good idea.
Friday night, and I am home, alone, listening to music, doing less and less as the evening Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-108326019379103432004-04-29T10:36:00.000-07:002004-04-29T21:15:21.093-07:00Good morning world. It's been a hell of a few days, and while every inch of me is hurting, I thought I'd throw an update to all of my friends. Things are going really good right now. Granted, I have a lot on my plate right now but it's nothing I can't handle. For instance, my job blows, but I will job hunting over the next two weeks (wish me luck with that!)
Now, on to the fun stuff. Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1082952985799971472004-04-25T21:16:00.000-07:002004-04-25T21:19:28.450-07:00While I am enjoying my late dinner, I will go ahead and let everyone know that if they want any updated pictures of me, they are now electronically available. I have updated all my Internet profiles with them, and if you want any others, simply email me.
Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1082873633070808172004-04-24T23:13:00.000-07:002004-04-24T23:16:54.890-07:00The past 3 days have been a deeply enjoyable blur. My intent, as noted in my last entry, was to do nothing. It did not turn out that way. Not long after that entry, I went out for a walk around my apartment complex, and eventually ended up at the Apartment Office to use the soda machine. (I mean, 85 cents for a 20oz soda.....better price than anywhere else.) I accidentally bumped into a girlPrometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1082663468000895712004-04-22T12:51:00.000-07:002004-04-22T12:54:07.780-07:00Today has been a good day. I am totally inactive and haven't done shit all day, and I am happy for that. It's good to sit, completely unstirred, and simply be sometimes. I am totally content to do nothing.
Last night, Jules and Nathaniel came over and watched High Fidelity with me. I hadn't seen that before, and I must admit that I was deeply impressed. It was filled with all sorts of Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1082341831462452522004-04-18T19:30:00.000-07:002004-04-18T19:48:45.466-07:00"Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1082145565695329682004-04-16T12:59:00.000-07:002004-04-16T13:02:18.840-07:005 Things That Annoy Promethes Laughing-
Now please realize that I am not so pompous as to presume that this, in any way, shape, or form, is important. Hell, this isn't even a comprehensive list of all the true obnoxious things in this world, however, I just had to get this shit off my chest. So, in no particular order, I present my list.
-Gasoline Prices in St. Louis: What the fuck is going Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1082088203193208122004-04-15T21:03:00.000-07:002004-04-15T21:06:15.950-07:00HellBoy was fascinating....very Cthullu at points, but overall, an entertaining action flick.
We now have a cat named Isis. Kinda like a third flatmate...just with chest hair.Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1081912803701593462004-04-13T20:20:00.000-07:002004-04-13T20:22:54.200-07:00Kill Bill: Amazing Film. Truly Amazing.
It is all too easy to lose sight of things. The Path, whatever it is for the individual, can be so easily lost in the mire of the day-to-day. Sometimes, it is very important to step away from the mundane and look at the objuects of true importance. What is most fascinating about this that it often seems that we tend to stray away from that Inner Voice Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1081814338176980092004-04-12T16:58:00.000-07:002004-04-12T17:01:47.000-07:00It couldn't have happened to a worse individual. I'm a fan of Weird Al, and this article bothered me. It is in relation to his parents, being found dead today by CO poisoning.
http://entertainment.msn.com/news/article.aspx?news=155375
For some reason, this really bothered me.
Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1081731174555098392004-04-11T17:52:00.000-07:002004-04-11T21:57:54.746-07:00To describe my current state of being as "Writer's Block" does a vast injustice to the pathology of my current state of being. I wanted, a month ago, to start transcribing some of my old work to electronic format for later revision. Well, a few pieces did....and I stopped there. I let a few read it and had found great responses, but, now I can't write anything new. I am starting to wonder if Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1081661491167023242004-04-10T22:31:00.000-07:002004-04-11T09:05:07.590-07:00Mmmmmmmmmm........fried foods make me happy. What also makes me happy is the new(est) VAST album entitled Nude. Red J loaned it to me, knowing my enthusiasm for Visual Audio Sensory Theater and how Music For People was good bit a let down. Thus far, I am 4 or 5 tracks through it, and not at all let down. Also, Nathaniel gave me a CD by El Guapo, who appear on Dischord Records. A fitting Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1081575170689300532004-04-09T22:32:00.000-07:002004-04-09T22:35:37.233-07:00Good morning, weekend. I think I deserve you. This week, no matter how much fun I have had, I have worked my ass off to get here. Sure, it's only two days, 48 hours, but hell, this is two days I get totally just chill out and relax.....a feeling I so rarely get.
I really don't have anything to rant about. But this is my little bit of Zen for the day.
About a month and a half ago, I grew a Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1081393032424957122004-04-07T19:57:00.000-07:002004-04-07T19:59:57.200-07:00So I am much more well rested than my last post. I had just gotten back from the concert and had to get that out of my system. I was deeply impressed by the show, and not only by Coheed and Cambria.....Funeral For A Friend was simply awesome, and a hell of a lot of fun. I can't wait for them to come back around. I really owe Nathaniel for exposing me to that.
Things are interesting these Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1081321706031779712004-04-07T00:08:00.000-07:002004-04-07T00:11:09.843-07:00A short post, but it needs to be said:
Coheed & Cambria FUCKING ROCK!Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1081058520346073032004-04-03T22:02:00.000-08:002004-04-03T22:04:41.170-08:00I've just finished eating a bowl of Frooty Pebbles, and I am 100% certain that they are the perfect food for misanthropy. I mean, when things are just really annoying the shit out of you, when you hate every living creature on the planet for no damn good reason, eating Frooty Pebbles will remind you that even the most technicolor fake food still has some merit. Gives you a bit of insight into Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1080782956795503682004-03-31T17:29:00.000-08:002004-03-31T17:32:53.310-08:00According to The Spark.com, if I were female, I'd be 47% a slut. Who knew?Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1080531294801147912004-03-28T19:34:00.000-08:002004-03-28T19:37:29.170-08:00Another weekend of smoking too much and not accomplishing much. However, it's been good for me; I've relaxed some, which means my creativity is slowly coming back. It's not fun, trying to write your way out of a hole, but right now it seems like the only thing that is going to cure the things that are hurting me is time. I have so much on my plate, and the irony is that none of it is external.Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1080018081980950922004-03-22T21:01:00.000-08:002004-03-22T21:37:25.966-08:00KMFDM makes me happy. I found the duet of them and Pigface doing "Fuck Me" on my flatmate's computer......damn, that rocks.
Anyway, so what is new in Nailbomb land? Nothing, and for once, that's a good thing. It's been a lazy, totally unproductive kinda night here, and I'm happy to announce that it felt pretty good. I've sat on my couch, playing video games and listening to music all night.Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1079744198606128402004-03-19T16:56:00.000-08:002004-03-19T17:45:06.420-08:00You know what sucks?
Broken teeth. They hurt.
What's worse?
When they break to a sharp point and keep cutting the fuck out of your tounge.
Worse than that?
Trying to eat Fish and Chips with Malt Vinegar. Yeah, other than that little diversion, today has been just peachy.
But it's all good; Guiness numbs the pain.
Your True Nature by llScorpiusllUsernameThe quality that most appeals to you:Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1079393121120457632004-03-15T15:25:00.000-08:002004-03-15T15:27:42.450-08:00Fuck I'm tired.
I've been trying to avoid the rain all the drive home. I made it, luckily. I'm not alert enough to deal with St. Louis drivers while exhausted.
My writing endeavors have been less than fruitful, though I have transcribed a few pieces that I am especially happy with. I hope to start working on some more original pieces, but I need to get some creativity flowing. With any luck, Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1078717793542828912004-03-07T19:49:00.000-08:002004-03-07T19:52:06.653-08:00This message is for those rare few peope who actually read this. I imagine that my blogging tendenacies may be taking a slight down turn. I've decided to start putting together a book of my writings, some of whic are old, some of which have yet to be produced.
Now before anyone says "Hey Prometheus, what the hell? Are you cutting us off from you and what little communication we have from you?Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1078564209137378132004-03-06T01:10:00.000-08:002004-03-06T01:12:20.996-08:00What an apocalypse kinda night.
Nothing like partying with people you questionably like, being hit on by drunk girls you barely know, flirting back with them, despite that you have nothing in common. Strange how these things work out. Since I was the sober guy at the party, I've decided to have a drink to help me sleep, not that I imagine that I'll being doing that anytime in the near future.
Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1078462574727489582004-03-04T20:56:00.000-08:002004-03-04T20:58:25.593-08:00What do you do when you are painfully aware of something missing in your life, and you have no clue as to what it is? Two old friends of mine and I agree that the term "Reaching to scratch the amputated leg" somes it up quite well.
What indeed?
Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1078280348584021322004-03-02T18:19:00.000-08:002004-03-02T18:21:17.090-08:00I came home tonight to find that my room-mate was not home. Not that this bothers me, seeing as I was hoping to have some Internet time.....I feel like I haven't been writing enough. Then again, I never feel like I write enough. I could spend every hour of every day with a pen to paper, but I'll never be able to vent the shit in my head. I wish I was Kurt Vonnegut sometimes. He's brilliant, Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1078202548811040402004-03-01T20:42:00.000-08:002004-03-01T20:44:36.030-08:00I am back online. What a joy, in a way. I'm glad to know that I am now able to keep in contact with so many people. It's amazing how small my social life became when I was not able to talk to people I had been wired to. I really have nothing to say, but it is damn good to have high-speed porn again!!!Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1078080003391514172004-02-29T10:40:00.000-08:002004-02-29T10:42:09.373-08:00Holy shit, I'm Alive!
So we've finally moved in. This is the first time I've touched the Internet in over a week. While I will grant that it feels good to not have the constant "Hmmmm....should I blog today? Who's emailed me?" urge, it's still been too long since I have posted here, and my urge to write has been too great.
I have nothing of note to say other than that it gets a little too Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1077154810124676532004-02-18T17:40:00.000-08:002004-02-18T17:42:05.263-08:00A quick post. Jules found an instant fortune generator on the internet. Here is mine:
"There is a great temptaion in store for you dealing with cheese."
Hmmmmmmmm.........Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1076982357251274782004-02-16T17:45:00.000-08:002004-02-16T17:47:50.326-08:00"What day is it?
Shouldn’t this be the time, that crucial moment
You’ve waited for all these years?
But the butterflies aren’t in your stomach.
You aren’t flush with passion and excitement.
For that matter, you don’t know if you should care.
And while you should be emotional, you know that, deep down,
You are just going through the motions.
So smile wide and act surprised, despite that
You Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1076901933289402172004-02-15T19:25:00.000-08:002004-02-15T19:27:25.700-08:00It's the day after Valentine's. I had a great night. This would normally be a time for me to scream about the further injustices of relationships.
But I'm not in the mood.
Surprisingly, I'm in a good mood. I've spent most of the day relaxing, just sort of acclimating myself the thought of moving out, sort of thinking about the implications of it all. My mother has already accused me of Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1076553779423323662004-02-11T18:42:00.000-08:002004-02-11T18:44:47.686-08:00It's getting close, folks..the big move. I just dropped off a shitload of boxes at G-Zomb's house. I've only got a few things left to pack, a few pieces of furniture, and then I am done. I couldn't be happier. I can now start to live again.
So a little more about Valentine's Day. I am supposed to get the rest of the shit back from my former girlfriend. -If you could see Prometheus, you Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1076387628352928492004-02-09T20:22:00.000-08:002004-02-09T20:35:34.623-08:00Saturday is Valentine's Day. Wow, another holiday I couldn't give a shit about. It's funny, how many people who hate Chrisitianity who celebrate a Catholic holiday.
Not to mention the fact that love, while a many splendid thing, is sometimes a little hard to swallow. See, I believe very strongly in love, however, the common notion of love is fucking moronic. I don't need a Diamond Solitaire,Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1076286231152206962004-02-08T16:23:00.000-08:002004-02-08T16:25:36.356-08:00Today I bought Skinny Puppy Doomsday: Back and Forth Vol. 5. I've wanted this CD for a long time and I finally bought it....but it took me a long time to find it......so was it worth the wait?
ABSO-GODDAMN FUCKING-LUTELY.
Imagine basically every song you love by a band, played live, and near flawlessly.
I am a happy Fire-Thief. There are rare few times that a CD will bring me near ecstatic Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1076125790526133742004-02-06T19:49:00.000-08:002004-02-06T19:59:09.750-08:00It's getting close to the time for me to move. The financial aspect is taken care, I am only waiting on ordering my bed and a few other pieces of furniture, and a few other sundry items.
Of course, this means I have had to sort through all my personal belongings.
You would not believe some of things I have found. I found some of my earleist writings...Christ, they were so fucking juvenile (andPrometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1075667822760344932004-02-01T12:37:00.000-08:002004-02-01T12:38:40.763-08:00It's another St. Louis Sunday, with one difference..this time there isn't an inch of ice on the ground. Now as anyone who as ever read this blogger know, I hate holidays. And just once you get out of the woods from the Christmas Season, you have to deal with the rest of St. Louis winter.
One of the radio stations I had been listening to said that "we may avoid the coming apocalypse." Well, Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1075519074392976132004-01-30T19:17:00.000-08:002004-01-30T21:59:28.373-08:00So what's new? Being single. Oddly, I'm okay. But let's move on from this macabre topic and onto something more current.......
......which, to be perfectly honest, isn't much. Being single is great and has many perks. In fact, I would generally rather be single than unhappy. I know that it might seem to be a bit of revisionist of history for me to say that I was unhappy being with her, but Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1074461524333792502004-01-18T13:32:00.000-08:002004-01-18T13:34:11.356-08:00My girlfriend has been watching a show on Nostradamus. The program claims that Nostradamus stated that fresh water and clean streets would be helpful in good health.
My thought: No Shit. Aren't we all hard wired against certain things? Spoiled milk smells bad, tastes worse, and will make you sick. We all know everything we need to know: When the fuck are we going to listen to our insticts?
IPrometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1073266341363317192004-01-04T17:32:00.000-08:002004-01-04T17:33:31.810-08:00A thought for the day. Nazism and racism are, in my opinion, disgusting. However, much like so many organizations I despise, I that the Nazi SS had, without question, one of the coolest looks I have ever seen. C'mon, admit it: Red, black, and silver, lots of Norse and Germanic symbols, jackboots, and nifty looking swords are just fucking artistically alluring.
But then you have to deal with Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1072393933127758592003-12-25T15:12:00.000-08:002003-12-25T15:13:13.763-08:00IT'S OVER!!!! WE MADE IT THROUGH THE HOLIDAYS!!!!!!!Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1072327311513566922003-12-24T20:41:00.000-08:002003-12-24T20:44:22.140-08:00So here I am, it's Christmas Eve, and all things considered, I'm in a pretty bloody good mood. Granted, I won't be 100% satisfied with all of this until it is totally finished...but I haven't lost anyone close, no one is dead, I'm actually getting along with a few of my relatives (the ones I talk to, anyway,) so hell, I will count this as a success for the moment.
A year ago, someone asked me Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1072057030071828112003-12-21T17:37:00.000-08:002003-12-21T17:38:06.700-08:00The holiday season is almost over. Thankfully, I have gotten past the first of my roadblocks: One family Xmas party is out of the way. Not that there is basically anything wrong with spending time with family...if you like your family. I can't even rightly say that I dislike them, either...I just don't know them.
Face facts, blood relation does not mean family. Familly has an implication ofPrometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1070580333624322762003-12-04T15:25:00.000-08:002003-12-04T15:30:14.733-08:005 reasons to hate the Holidays (There are many more):
-Fucking crowds everywhere, for no damn reason.
-Everyone who hates each other is REALLYnice to each other for a month.
-People I don't like are getting presents.
-Religious people are having scoring more converts this time of year.
-The media are capitalizing on the frailty that only The Holidays can cause.
Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1070234005678187682003-11-30T15:13:00.000-08:002003-11-30T15:14:01.686-08:00I was standing in line at a major electronics store buying a CD (Life is Killing Me by Type O Negative, an outstanding album) and a DVD (Quills with Jeffrey Rush...for $5.99, I couldn't pass it up) with G-Zomb666 when the checker commented on how busy the holiday season could be. I'll grant her that, it is the weekend after Thanksgiving. And if it weren't for the fact that she handled the Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1069973697838321652003-11-27T14:54:00.000-08:002003-11-27T14:58:13.623-08:00So where the hell have I been? Well, it's been an odd time, but it occured to me that it is now time to start writing again.
After all, it's the holiday season. To be accurate, it's Thanksgiving. Two words: Fuck Thanksgiving. I don't know any other way to put it.
Let's not forget that what we were told in school about the pilgrims, and that they ate dinner with the Native Americans. Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1066706398281492372003-10-20T20:09:00.000-07:002003-10-20T20:19:58.130-07:00In case you hadn't noticed, I love quotes. I've seen entire books of quotes, seen entire philosophical schools summarized into two or three cute little concepts. I find it disgusting how easy it is to condense something, but then again, it is in our natures to make small that which we cannot understand.
But platitiudes sometimes rule ourselves. They take on the form of control words, like Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1066194778202635192003-10-14T22:10:00.000-07:002003-10-14T22:12:58.226-07:00Once again, another well-spaced entry from the last, but I have a lot of things to rant about.
First, a quote from my dear friend, The Angst Driven:"Because, honestly, why would you really want to prove that you are equal to the worst behavior of mankind?"
Just a thought... but I guess you can all just write me off as a hypocrite, since I am going off to join the ranks of men who excel at thePrometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1064977754743767702003-09-30T20:09:00.000-07:002003-09-30T20:09:14.753-07:00So I am sitting at my friend's apartment, using his high-speed connection to surf around and what not, and it's scary to think that soon enough, , this will be my apartment complex, too.
The real danger of moving in with someone is that no matter how much you like them, you could always end up hating them. But I have know G-Zom666 for almost a decade, and something tells me that I will be Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1064468647054299492003-09-24T22:34:00.000-07:002003-09-24T22:44:06.610-07:00Wow, it feels good to be back online. So what happened to me? Big shock, my internet connection was fucked up again. But I can't claim that to be the only reason why I have been gone for over a week.
As it would turn out, I met someone, and this time it seems less like a fling. In fact, I think this one might last. Normally, the thought of a long-term relationship is enough to send me into Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1063431055668807882003-09-12T21:59:00.001-07:002003-09-12T22:45:05.243-07:00Before I get started on my diatribe of choice, I want to take a few moments to reflect and remember that today we lost another great one: Johnny Cash. I have been so influenced by his music, in one form or another, over the years, that when I heard he had passed on, I was truly upset. We should take a little time this weekend and listen to his classics, just to pay homage and tribute to him, Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1063079740101641412003-09-08T20:55:00.000-07:002003-09-08T20:55:39.963-07:00So where was I? I was going to discuss the two points I posted. See, here in Nailbomb Land, I always have so much to do that it is hard to keep track of it all. So you'd be proud of your little Prometheus. See, I've been out of the dating loop for sometime now. In fact, if you don't count a 3 month fling that went down en flammen, I have been single damn near two years. The only reason I Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1062977272112315562003-09-07T16:27:00.000-07:002003-09-07T16:28:42.886-07:00I will keep this short...for the time being, as I am using, once again, a friends terminal. I've been a busy little man.
The lessons for today are:
1) Everyone has an ulterior motive. Never think otherwise.
2) There is no moral high-ground in a porno-store world.
These are two things I think about daily. More to come later.Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1062650623564043632003-09-03T21:43:00.000-07:002003-09-03T21:43:43.463-07:00What a boring fucking day. I'd love to sit and rant about the monotony of life, but what is the point? Besides, I have a cavity in one of my back teeth and it's killing me, not to mention my stomach.
Quote of The Day (It's old, but hell, it's good):
"Hey, could I get that Real Doll customized with a flesh wound?"
- Xaviour Penguin
Now, this little phrase threw me for a loop for quite a few Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1062477657281375332003-09-01T21:40:00.000-07:002003-09-01T21:49:03.060-07:00I initially had this massive missive on humans and intimacy written....but now I don't care. So let's just throw this down first, our quote of the day.
"There is no beast without cruelty"
-F. Nietzche
I've been sitting on this comment for awhile. Clearly, this could be taken literally, but where is the fun in that? Instead, let's think about this from another standpoint. Cruelty is Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1062458226338748322003-09-01T16:17:00.000-07:002003-09-01T16:17:06.376-07:00Gods, alright, let's get this started. Now, for those of you who don't know me, you will have to realize that I am about as technically inclined as a blinded Down's Syndrome child. That being said, I just discovered how to use my blog. Pain in the arse, but now I can start posting.
What's worse is that my modem on my PC is fried. Translation: No regular posts until problem is solved. I am Prometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732833.post-1061959442531627512003-08-26T21:44:00.000-07:002003-08-26T21:44:02.453-07:00Alright, here it is, the thing no one knows about or is ready for, my blogger. I will be posting more as soon as Zombie gets me a better skin for it and I have more to say. Stay posted.
-The Jokes on You,
Prometheus LaughingPrometheushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02101685484315707279noreply@blogger.com0