I'm a 33 year old black magician. Magic is my primary interest. Most of my time and money goes to it, by far.

I was what many people would consider a magical prodigy. I was summoning demons to visible apparition before I was out of elementary school. It killed at least two before I managed to figure out how to bind it.

No one taught me, I taught myself.

I can raise storms virtually at will. My tarot readings are close to 95% accurate and very specific. I can summon some remarkably fierce beings. Peers have described me as the Picasso of curses and hexes. And I have done things much more astounding, which literally have to be experienced to be believed.

I have bathed in blood for magic. I have fasted for weeks for magic. I occasionally perform rituals which require standing in silence and stillness for 24 hours.

And it is not enough. As far as I see it, I am a novice. I have accomplished a few things, yet I have a long list of things yet to do before I am satisfied.

Just the same, I have a library of close to a thousand books on magic, of every kind. I have read most of them many times. I have memorized a few.

Think what you may of my abilities, but no one can dispute my seriousness.

I was the first person on the Internet to establish major web resources and mailing lists dealing with black magic. I am the founder of necronomi.com. Before that I ran The Familiar Spirit BBS for three years. I am a noted contributor to the alt.satanism FAQ and the principal editor is a close friend of mine.

I've been featured or quoted in New York Magazine, the New York Post, Paper Magazine, Time Out New York, and (supposedly) in the New York Times. And I'm probably forgetting a few others.

In the magical community I choose my friends selectively and prefer to socialize online these days. Considering who and what I am, it should not surprise you that I am a misanthrope. Many of the most credible writers on magic who do so primarily over the Internet know me on a first name basis and consider me their peers.

I hate to brag, but you ticked me off.

If you must call me something, call me an asshole. I'll wear it with pride.

"Simply Irresistible"

Singer Robert Palmer dies at 54

Someone somewhere is thinking.

Yes, they are all out to get you.

The day after the storm
I didnt leave the house at all
They assumed from the lack of prints in the snow
That I had been away for some time
But I was upstairs

And I couldn't hear them
With my headphones on, recording a song
They broke my windows
And walked inside, beneath me as I played on
Unaware of what was going on

As my song began to fade
I heard whispering and then I couldn't breath
They were walking up the stairs
Towards me as I looked for somthing to try and scare them away
And I couldn't find shit
So I grabbed my bass guitar by the neck and held it above me
And hid by the top of the stairs and thats where I was found
5 days after I hit the ground

"Bass Song" by Hayden

Nietzsche: "God is dead."
God: "Nietzsche is dead."

Every 2nd blog has a post saying "sorry for not blogging in so long".

As a verb, "blogging" sucks.

My dog just farted while licking herself, and she got all mad at her own ass, all barking and growling at it.

The other day, my dad calls me and unintentionally reminds me there is always a master and a student. He told me this story:

Yesterday I got a phone call from a telemarketer, and I thought you'd appreciate this.

Hello, this is Alicia, she said, and I'm calling from--

I could tell she was a telemarketer right away, so I said: "Alicia?"

Yes? she replied. Then, in my creepiest voice, I said:

...what are you wearing?

Four full seconds of dead silence later, she hangs up the phone.

Flaming Lips, Rufus, Avril Join Hands For New Comp

You can see the pitch meeting for this one. Rows of severely-tanned gentlemen in matching suits. A sun-drenched California visible for miles (if it wasn't for that damn smog) outside the high-rise windows. The rows of men (and women) gazing intently as two dweebs armed with Magic Markers and posterboard scribble furiously. The gawkers stammering and pontificating as cell phones tremble and whine.

This is the type of album that makes you cringe. Somewhere a group of horribly powerful people are combining the best of "pop music," "adult contemporary," and "indie rock" (for that special zing!), packaging it and attempting to release it on the public for mass consumption by intelligent-music deprived legions. Merry Christmas everybody! Here's your "musically diverse" compilation album, its a real winner! Yes it's become readily apparent that the Flaming Lips will DO ANYTHING. This includes (but is not limited to) special appearances at jamband festivals, 90210, and the "damn, who'd a thought i'd ever get tired of this beautiful fucking song" regurgitation of "Do You Realize?" on VH1 commercials.

Yes, I watch VH1. "I Love The 70's" is monumentally good television.

Anyways.

The comp is entitled Maybe This Christmas Too, and yes folks its the sequel to last year's Maybe This Christmas. The album features tracks by Barenaked Ladies, Rufus Wainwright, Guster, Damien Rice, Dave Matthews Band, Rilo Kiley, Badly Drawn Boy, and Avril Lavigne with Chantal Kreviazak (whom I had never heard of but my girlfriend thinks is hot shit). The Flips provide a cover of Bing Crosby's immortal holiday classic, "White Christmas".

The album is due in stores November 4th.

Bah Humbug.

The tracklisting for this monstrosity is:

1. Rufus Wainwright - 'Spotlight on Christmas'
2. Eisley - 'The Winter Song'
3. Avril Lavigne and Chantal Kreviazik - 'O Holy Night'
4. Rilo Kiley - 'Xmas Cake'
5. Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan - 'Silent Night'
6. Guster - 'Donde Esta Santa Claus?'
7. Be Good Tanyas - 'Rudy'
8. Dave Matthews Band - 'Christmas Song'
9. Oh Susanna - 'Go Tell It on the Mountain'
10. Barenaked Ladies - 'Green Christmas'
11. Martina Sorbera - 'It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year'
12. Badly Drawn Boy - 'Donna and Blitzen'
13. The Flaming Lips - 'White Christmas'
14. Sixpence None the Richer - 'It Came Upon a Midnight Clear'


(Article from http://www.tinymixtapes.com/)

Well....I know of at least 3 people that were in the room when they came up with this. I guess Coldplay doesn't believe in Xmas or Dave wasn't invited to the meeting. I make videogames not music now, and I feel slightly less foolish after reading this.

Menieres Disease

It's official, I got it. It's chronic, uncureable and eventually means I'll be deaf. Not to be too dramatic, it can be controlled with diet and medication. No salt, sugar, no coffee, NO BOOZE!

Maybe I'll drink myself to deaf.

Dear Friends and fellow Wesleynauts,
We are deeply saddened to report that one of our artists, Wesley
Willis passed away yesterday, Thursday, August 21st. Wesley will be
greatly missed by all that had the privilege to know him, as well as
the fans who have been fortunate enough to experience his genius.

Wesley was diagnosed with Chronic Myelogenous Leukemia (CML) at
the end of 2002, and had to undergo emergency surgery on June 2nd to
identify the source of, and to suppress internal bleeding. It is not
clear if this bleeding was related to his leukemia or not, and the
exact cause of death is still unknown. Wesley had been recovering at a
Hospice in Illinois, and since the surgery his health had deteriorated
rapidly.

His songs were simultaneously disturbing, hilarious, blunt, and
intoxicating. Wesley's sheer excitement and unaffected honesty about
every cultural phenomenon, defined his music as truly individual, and
truly punk rock.

MODEST MOUSE
W/GUESTS
COMMODORE BALLROOM
NO MINORS/GOVT ID REQD
FRI SEP 12/03 DRS 8:00PM

ATTENDEES = DEB & JAY

WHEEEEEEEEE........

freeze your blood and stab it in to me in to.

jayd is a Collosal Lizard that CANNOT BE STOPPED, Glows in the Dark, carries a Ray Gun, spits Ice, and has a Terrible Roar. Strength: 13 Agility: 6 Intelligence: 8 To see if your Giant Battle Monster can defeat jayd, enter your name and choose an attack: fights jayd using Strength Agility Intelligence

Holden: I'm staring to think.. That you don't get me.
Justine: MAYBE I *don't* get you.
Holden: YOU DO! YOU DO GET ME, YOU JUST DON'T WANNA GET ME BECAUSE I AM TOO INTENSIFIED FOR YOU!

Film: The Good Girl

Watched it last night. Really funny movie. Holden also said something like "You got me. No one's gotten me before. It feels great to finally be got by someone." It just went on and on. Laughed my ass off at that. I don't give a shit if anyone has ever "got" me. Who the fuck cares? Being loved? That's important. But being "got"? Whining about being misunderstood is for pissy teenage emo kids and starving/failing artists. Fuck that. If no one has "gotten" you, then you have a serious communication problem. It's not "their" fault. Make yourself understood you illiterate schmuck!

eracer car.

thumbtack wheel.

eraser car.

Half-Asleep Man Pauses 20 Minutes Between Socks

SANDPOINT, ID—Seated on the edge of his bed, Carl Thompson, 38, paused for 20 minutes with one sock on his foot and the other in his hand Tuesday. "Ugh, tired," said Thompson, who was otherwise silent from 6:30 to 6:50 a.m. During that period, Thompson stared at the wall and teetered perilously close to a reclining position six times.

Koala Pope

Violently unhappy, or happily violent?

After Kakua visited the emperor he disappeared and no one knew what became of him. He was the first Japanese to study Zen in China, but since he showed nothing of it, save one note, he is not remembered for having brought Zen into his country.

Kakua visited China and accepted the true teaching. He did not travel while he was there. Meditating constantly, he lived on a remote part of a mountain. Whenever people found him and asked him to preach he would say a few words and then move to another part of the mountain where he could be found less easily.

The emperor heard about Kakua when he returned to Japan and asked him to preach Zen for his edification and that of his subjects.

Kakua stood before the emperor in silence. He then produced a flute from the folds of his robe, and blew one short note. Bowing politely, he disappeared.

Sozan, a Chinese Zen master, was asked by a student: "What is the most valuable thing in the world?"

The master replied: "The head of a dead cat."

"Why is the head of a dead cat the most valuable thing in the world?" inquired the student.

Sozan replied: "Because no one can name its price."

1st Place: "My Uncle Is A Man Named Steve (Not A Monkey)"
Cassidy Turnbull (grade 5) presented her uncle, Steve. She also showed photographs of monkeys and invited fairgoers to note the differences between her uncle and the monkeys. She tried to feed her uncle bananas, but he declined to eat them. Cassidy has conclusively shown that her uncle is no monkey.
2nd Place: "Pine Cones Are Complicated"
David Block and Trevor Murry (grades 4) showed how specifically complicated pine cones are and how they reveal God's design in nature.

Honorable Mention:

"God Made Kitty" - Sally Reister (grade 3)
"The Bible Says Creation" - Aaron Kent (grade 5)
"Pokemon Prove Evolutionism Is False" - Paul Sanborn (grade 4)