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Sunday, September 16th, 2001
1:12a
If you're not tired of Attack On America >_< yet, this is impressive and kind of hauntingly beautiful and terrible at the same time.

(note: click on them for a larger pic.)

(second note: they actually have better-quality pics, they're just not linked there. Bah. I'll modify this entry in a minute to link to them. this might do it also, and if you're still reading this, then I probably determined that it did, was lazy, and decided not to change this entry, so go there.)

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1:46a
and this is, in a rather sick way, actually quite funny.

Now *that's* the American spirit ;)

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2:18a
oh, and if you aren't tired of WTC things yet, this. Which is well written and stuff. Yeah.

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3:15p
Thought I'd post a link to this because a lot of people had mentioned it.

Ooh. Demon head. Scary.

ah, coincidence . . .

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9:25p
something completely unrelated to the WTC

current mood: amused

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10:32p
I HATE it when people post depressed entries and don't let me leave comments.

(it's friends-only, btw, don't bother looking unless it shows up in your friends page too)


current mood: aggravated

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10:42p
The Muffin Man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen.
Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon he gathers an intimate quantity of dried muffin rem-nants,
and brushing his scapular aside procceds to dump these inside of his shirt.

He turns to us and speaks:

"Some people like cupcakes better. I, for one, care less for them."

Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully charged icing anointment utenzil,
he poots forths a quarter-ounce green rosette near . . . (frank zappa dissolves into chuckles)
Let's try that again.
He poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosette near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin
of his own design.

Later he says:

"Some people . . . some people *hah* like cupcakes exclusively, while I myself say there is naught, nor ought there be, nothing so exalted on the face of God's grey earth as that prince of foods . . . the MUFFIN!"

Girl you thought he was a man
But he was a muffin.
He hung around till you found
That he didn't know nuthin'

Girl you thought he was a man
But he only was a-puffin'
No cries is heard in the night
As a result of him stuffin'

(several minutes of electric guitar solo)

Girl you thought he was a man
But he was a muffin.
No cries is heard in the night
As a result of him stuffin'

Bruce Fowler on trombone, Napoleon Murphy Brock on tenor sax and lead vocals, Terry Bozzio on drums. Tom Fowler on bass, Denny Walley on slide, George Duke on keyboards, Captain Beefheart on vocals and soprano sax and madness. Thank you very much for coming to the concert tonight. Hope you enjoyed it. Goodnight Austin, Texas, whereever you are!

(another half-minute of electric guitar solo)


current mood: amused

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10:44p
The Muffin Man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen.
Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon he gathers an intimate quantity of dried muffin rem-nants,
and brushing his scapular aside procceds to dump these inside of his shirt.

He turns to us and speaks:

"Some people like cupcakes better. I, for one, care less for them."

Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully charged icing anointment utenzil,
he poots forths a quarter-ounce green rosette near . . . (frank zappa dissolves into chuckles)
Let's try that again.
He poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosette near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin
of his own design.

Later he says:

"Some people . . . some people *hah* like cupcakes exclusively, while I myself say there is naught, nor ought there be, nothing so exalted on the face of God's grey earth as that prince of foods . . . the MUFFIN!"

Girl you thought he was a man
But he was a muffin.
He hung around till you found
That he didn't know nuthin'

Girl you thought he was a man
But he only was a-puffin'
No cries is heard in the night
As a result of him stuffin'

(several minutes of electric guitar solo)

Girl you thought he was a man
But he was a muffin.
No cries is heard in the night
As a result of him stuffin'

Bruce Fowler on trombone, Napoleon Murphy Brock on tenor sax and lead vocals, Terry Bozzio on drums. Tom Fowler on bass, Denny Walley on slide, George Duke on keyboards, Captain Beefheart on vocals and soprano sax and madness. Thank you very much for coming to the concert tonight. Hope you enjoyed it. Goodnight Austin, Texas, whereever you are!

(another half-minute of electric guitar solo)


current mood: amused

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