An Alex in NYC thread!!

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do you have a computer from the stone age?

amateurist post: pot shot at any critic who posts here without reading anything.

getting angry at a poster for no reason.

will apologise later. might contact a moderator so that his post is removed.

but anyway: what alex he is basically saying [insert whatever pop act etc] is not as good as all that punk stuff from 77-82 (that's how his posts read a lot of the time). the joke (ho ho) gets tired after a while.

me: take pot shots at anyone. i love it i do.

Secondly, I was going to ill-advisedly launch into a tirade about how Julio's characature of me was not only dismissively simplistic but patently untrue, being that my particular tastes do, in fact, extend beyond the first few waves of Punk Rock. From that point I was then going needlessly cite a laundry list of artists I espouse in order to prove same.

Lastly, however, I thought it'd simply be best to sum it up with the following succinct statement: FUCK OFF AND DIE!

oh yes, and Honor the Fire, you pusillanimous bags of shit!

[picture of the killing joke]

[use of the word "pabulum"]

can't we all just get along?

gets out dictionary of archaic/gory hyperbole:
"thine opinion is nothing but palaver of a purulent-fistula inducing character, sir"

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White, red, brown, white, brown, red, white,
brown, white, red, brown, white, brown, red,
white, brown, white, red, brown, white, brown,
red, white.

(These are probably the best sheets I’ve ever
used in my life. I like the colour and they
are resistant to wear.)

White duvet.

(The duvet has a green cover but I took it
off a couple of weeks ago after it was on
for a long time. The white part kept rolling
itself into a ball inside of the cover and
the snaps on the cover came undone, too. So,
one day I took it off and it worked even
better. I don’t know why it had a cover.

I’d never slept with a duvet before January.
I had some kind of bad feeling about it.
When my mom bought it for me. I thought I
was going to be really hot. But I wasn’t
hot at all. It was very cold. I had to use
an extra blanket on my bed before I left,
which I had never done before. And the
duvet was very warm but not overpoweringly
warm.

Now that it’s getting warm, above zero at
night, I sleep with it bunched up under me.
I sleep on my stomach and it usually goes
under my legs or just slides right out and
against the wall.

I’ve heard a lot of people saying that
they don’t like duvets. The main complaint
is the too hot thing. And I kind of agree
with that. They’re good in the winter but
not very good in the summer. But, that’s
pretty standard for most blankets, unless
they’re thin.)

The noodles were so doughy and thick I just
drank the juice out it was very spicy. In
real life I just scraped the seaweedy stuff
off the inner glass so it would be easier to
clean. In real life I just ate some of it
and it tasted like barbecued chicken skin.

(They were Nong Shim Kim Chi noodles but
they were some kind of different kind, I
guess. Because they had flakes of green
seaweed stuff and the noodles were very
doughy.

Most of the time I buy them at Superstore
and they come in their own bowl and are very
spicy. I bought these noodles at Safeway.
They looked the same but they were different.

As soon as I opened the package I saw that
the noodles were thicker but I didn’t think
they were going to be really different when
cooked. But they really were very different.
They had an uncooked pasta taste. They were
well-cooked, though.

So, I don’t know. I didn’t eat them. I just
drank the juice out and it was very spicy.)

I just cut something with those scissors but
I can’t remember what it was. I’m looking
and I can’t see anything that’s been recently
cut.

(Scissors are very, very useful. Number one
most useful kitchen tool. I really believe that.)

Light brown carpet.

(When I first moved in the whole carpet was
filled with short, black hairs. Like dog hairs
but without the crooked bend in them. [Like,
dog hairs aren’t straight. My dog’s hair isn’t
straight.] They were short, black hairs about
as long as the tine of a regular fork or a bit
shorter. It still has some in it. I guess I don’t
notice it as much now or something. Who knows.
When I first spent a lot of time in this room
I noticed. They’re still there.)

The blue and white CD is from a printer it’s
hard to tell from that picture but it’s in a
transparent plastic sleeve if you look very
very close you can tell. The printer is just
below it and to the right of the curled up
newspaper. There is a shiny blue printer cord
there, too. With a receipt over it.

(I had to buy the printer cord because they
don’t come included.)

(It is an Epson Stylus C42UX. I bought it at
Future Shop.)

(The receipt says:

SAFEWAY

CANADA SAFEWAY

GST #R119347672

NESTLE CRUNCH .89 G

[The first thing on the receipt but the last
thing I bought. It was from right above the
conveyor belt. Not even from the chocolate bar
rack. It was only eight nine cents. I didn’t
even need it.]

NESTLE B/FINGER SHK 1.89 G

[The Butterfinger milkshake was the second
thing I bought and it is the second item on the
receipt. I knew right where they were this time.
Because of the last time. When I didn’t. Know
where they were. I was able to walk right to them
pick out the one I wanted and go. No problems at
all.

I actually drank a Butterfinger milkshake today.
But I bought it at Zellers.]

SASK DEPOT .10 .10
LEVY/RECYCLE FEE .06 G
PT HONEY TURKEY 2.56

[The third thing I bought and the third thing
on the receipt! I liked it so much the last time.
On the receipt the PT means Primo Taglia. That’s
a brand, I think. It’s like Maple Leaf’s prestige
brand, I think. I’m not sure of that. I liked it
so much last time I was waiting and waiting to
eat it again.

There were some people buying some stuff at the
deli before me so I had to wait. It was a woman
with two kids who were both girls and who might
have been her daughters. The man working there
said something was on sale and let them try some.
I didn’t see or hear what they bought. A bunch
of stuff, though. I looked at the cheese while
I was waiting. I moved into a place behind the
three people. The deli guy said to the two
daughters, ‘Did you guys build snowforts this
winter?’ I didn’t get why but maybe it was
because it was snowing. They might have been
talking about the snow.

Him: ‘Is it still snowing out?’

The mother: ‘Yes! It was when I came in. It’s
really coming down hard.’

Him: ‘What do you think of all this snow?’

Somehow that would work over to it, I guess.
They left and I said, to the friendly grocery
store deli employee, ‘Do you have any honey
turkey?’ I knew they’d have it but I didn’t
see it. He had to cut some. I forget how much
I got. 100 grams shaved, I think. You can’t
tell from the price on the receipt.

I’d never seen a man working at a grocery
store deli before. He was quite nice and
I didn’t mind asking him where the turkey
I wanted was.]

DONUT BULK .45 G

[The donut was the first thing I bought but
the fourth item on the receipt. It was a
donut with dark brown sprinkles and icing.
When I first opened the donut door I
smelled the ones with brown icing and
I thought about getting one of those
but I don’t really like them. So, all
the dark brown sprinkles/icing donuts
were joined together and I had to pull
mine up and away from the lower right
hand corner with the tongs. I had a bag
ready a blowy lightplastic bag like you
might put apples or pears or some produce
in. I forget what happened. I saw the
other bags. They say ‘THE BAKERY COUNTER’
on them they’re narrower and a different
kind of plastic a rough rustle plastic.]

**** 7.0 % GST DUE .23
**** TAX .23 BAL 6.18
CASH 8.00

CHANGE 1.82

NUMBER OF ITEMS = 6

4/01/03 18:11 0399 12 0445 5822

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1-800-723-3939 OR VISIT SAFEWAY.COM)

The camera’s cord is under the jacket.

The black headphones cord is coiled up.

Another black cord up near the top. Near
the big black square bag with the handle.
It’s from the laptop computer’s battery,
I think.

No more cords.

(Down by [There’s a section just up from
right downtown on 12th and 11th. From Broad
Street to Arcola. Broadway is the divider
between downtown and Arcola runs diagonal
toward Victoria and cuts them off.] the
Chinese signs [The street signs are red.
The signs that say the name of the street.
They’re red and they have Chinese characters
on them.] [There is a payphone (not a
phonebooth, a wall-mounted phone) with
a green, Chinese roof and red, Chinese
walls.].)

A brown, leather wallet.

(They are ninety percent indians.

The indian ones wear dark colours. They
have ponytails that start on the top of
the backs of their heads. They all wear
dark colours and tight jeans and they
have big round or square earrings and
walk in pairs and rest on corners and
glance behind them. They’re all very
beautiful even though they’re prostitutes.
They’re all very thin and tall.

The ten percent are: I saw an older kind
of woman like near forty with a big red
sweatshirt with something on it and tight
pants like some kind of aerobics pants she
even had one of those waterbottles that are
like big cylinders and a straw that has a
cap on it and the cap has a little line of
plastic connecting it to a ring of plastic
around the straw itself so the cap can’t be
lost. She had big puffy blonde hair. She
looked like an A&E documentary prostitute.
She was probably a drug addict. I saw one
with tall black boots up to her knees. There
was one at the top of the streets. This is
when I was driving. At one of the cross-streets
named after cities [Ottawa, Montreal, Edmonton,
Winnipeg] who was young and wearing all white.
And puffy blonde hair, too. I drove past her
twice but the second time was by mistake.)

A whole bunch of change between a bank card and
the April issue of Vogue.

(April, May, June, July. Cameron Diaz, Reese
Witherspoon.)

A bit of a white wall.

(I parked my car on one of the streets that’s
named after a city and went down 11th and crossed
through one of the streets that’s named after a
city to 12th and went down and back up 11th.

I walked past one and after I’d walked past some
people shouted some things at her.

It’s weird to see women pushing strollers and
kids going by on bikes with people trading money
for sex and crossing streets into cars and.

There’s a lot I don’t know about poor people.

When they walk behind me at night I’m not sure
whether I should look behind me to see what they
look like or just keep looking forward and walk
stronger. I do the second choice because.

I saw a thug with a gold chain down there once.
He was walking from payphone to payphone.

I’m still afraid they’re going to rob me.

I told this story before: One time I was at
the 7-11 at the corner of Main and Hochelega or
something I was in the 7-11 parking lot sitting
in my car the windows were rolled down my car was
facing diagonal toward the intersection an indian
man came to my car window and asked him if I had
any change or something like that I said I didn’t
I checked I forget how I told the story the first
time but I told him that I would give him a ride.
Oh wait! After he asked for change and I said I
didn’t have any, he asked me if I knew where St.
Joseph’s was. I knew where that was. So I said,
‘Would you like a ride?’ He said sure. And he
went and he got a woman. He said she was his
girlfriend. And he got in the front seat and
she got in the backseat behind him. He said he
had to go meet the priest or whatever. I said,
‘Are you going to ask your girlfriend to marry
you?’ or something close to that. He said ‘Shhh’
and held his finger to his mouth in a laughy kind
of way. I dropped him off and he was grateful.

I told this story before: A few months ago I was
driving around looking for a place to eat [I had
food and I was looking for a place to park to eat
it I had a poutine and a chocolate milkshake] I
[this is in Regina right near the big feed place
that used to have a shark that no one remembers.
It has a giant cow on top of it it’s a big place
with a pet store and stuff and western clothes]
drove down a street and a drunk indian with a big,
clear bottle and a drunk indian woman came up to
my car and asked me if I would drive him home for
money. I said, ‘Where do you live?’ I just rolled
down the window a crack and I locked all the doors.
But the woman said, ‘Dummy up’ and pulled him away
from my car. I don’t know what she meant.

It was very cold out and I was scared of him
because he was a drunk indian. I would have
given him a ride home because I am a good
person.)

The part of the newspaper that’s flipped up has
an advertisement for A&B Sound on it. Both sides.
‘essential music. essential listening.’ You can see
the ends of ‘music’ and ‘listening.’

(A&B Sound is where I saw Bruce Steele.

It is a large purple building.)

The library book under the blue and white CD is
The Everlasting Story of Nory by Nicholson Baker.

(It’s about a fake kid who makes up stories. I kind
of stopped reading it. I started again for a while
but then I stopped completely. The whole feel of it
is really unpleasant. It’s hard to write books about
precocious eleven year old girls, I think. It’s just
silly, really. Nory just reminds me of Tasslehoff
Burrfoot, kind of.

I just read Dragons of Autumn Twilight.)

The big red book beside it is actually The Complete
Works of Shakespeare.

(Someone lent it to me and I didn’t really need it but
they thought I did and I was grateful and I have to make
sure I don’t damage it.

I read half of King Lear, up until the part where he
says he’ll go outside and there’s a storm but both of
his daughters let him go.

I watched the end of a black and white movie version
of it but I couldn’t follow it at all. Some guy got his
eyes cut out near the end and King Lear gets reunited
with his good daughter but they both die.

[I had to write an exam on it, based on just the bit I
read and the end of the movie!])

The jeans under the big white thing have their cuffs
rolled up. You can see one of them.

(They’re a little long and they slide down and
their bottoms get wet and worn under the heels
of my shoes. So, I roll them up.)

A Cat Power CD with trees on the cover.

(I don’t know why it was there. I think I bought
it because I was buying a bunch of silly pop music
and I wanted them to know that I was still hip. I
don’t think Cat Power is very hip. I don’t know.
It’s really terrible and I haven’t listened to it
after the five minutes I spent skipping from song
to song looking for anything I liked. I unfolded
the big lyrics and other stuff page and there was
a song with the word ‘cocaine’ in it and I tried
to listen to it but it was just another stupid
Cat Power song. I felt bad because I spent
twenty one dollars on it.

'Cocaine' was the only noun I saw.)

On top of the Field Mob CD.

My library card is below the grey zippered
sweatshirt.

(This is a story from today: When I went to the
library today I looked up two books I wanted on
the catalogue computer and went right to where
both where. I took them out of their spots on
the shelves and I went to the front of the library
to take them out. The check-out woman said hi to
me and I gave her my library card and she scanned
it and gave it back. She said I had fines of ten
dollars. I said, ‘Ten dollars?’ And she said,
‘Ten fifty. You’ll have to go over there. I don’t
have a cash register here.’ I felt confused and
betrayed. Ten dollars in fines! I went back into
the main part of the library and put the books far
away from where they belonged and then I left the
library.

It might just be a mistake. I really think it has
to be. I’ve only had the card for a few months and
I’ve never had fines before. The last time I took
out books everything was fine and I’m a hundred
percent sure that they weren’t late because I only
had them out about four days. I just needed them
for school and I returned them four days later.
Four days earlier when I took them out I didn’t
have a ten dollar fine! The next time I go there
I’ll figure it out.)

A black wristwatch.

A fingernail clipper.

(I’ll probably cut my nails in the next few days.
It will probably be Sunday or Monday. I can predict
that.)

Small piece of white cardboard, folded.

(It looks like it’s from the bottom of a Swiss
Roll. I think that’s what they’re called Swiss
Rolls. They’re little cake things with a thin
shell of chocolate and creamy stuff in the
center of the roll. But it’s not from that!)

A newspaper with a side folded down.

By a stick of deodorant.

(Ocean Surf.

I’m wearing some right now. That I put on
several hours earlier.)

A brown corduroy jacket.

(It’s very versatile and my best thing I own,
clothing-wise.

I think I bought it at Zellers.)

Bright red in the top lefthand corner between
white and black is a Coke ad on the back of a
magazine. It says: ‘Real’ and, in one corner,
‘made the cut.’ It has Ja Rule on the cover.

(Ja Rule started writing rhymes to Mary J. Blige
instrumentals. That is why he has such a melodic
style.)

A folded-in-half pillow with a.

(Right now I am still using the folded-in-half
pillow as a desk.)

Laptop computer, cloud and field background.

(It is a Dell Latitude computer.

The three icons on the desktop are My Documents,
Recycling Bin, and Microsoft Word.)

Sitting on it.

the idea that alex doesn't know exactly what he's doing when he goes all fire-and-brimstone-ye-olde-english-old-testament on yr asses is ridiculous.

Amateurist/Julio/Joke-haters et al......fret not, I'm thicker-skinned than that.

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I will never understand the whole Jordana Brewster thing, though. But then again, I'm a hetero female. I'm not supposed to.

'characatures' are meant to be simplistic, alex.

he's a 'good egg' tho'.

''(that's how his posts read a lot of the time)''

i've got a hole in me carpet!

"If you have to ask ------ YOU'LL NEVER KNOW!"

neither, actually. it comes from the swing era apparently (as i recall) (when a person from the audience asked a jazz musician abt swing). there's a thread on it. its a stupid thing to say, and i know you're joking but its just the sort of thing i imagine you saying, alex.

You make me wanna buy every Killing Joke album through Fire Dances.

You could certainly do worse, although I'd say also include Night TIme (which came after Fire Dances). Feel free to skip Brighter than a Thousand Suns (it's not terrible, but too smoothed out) and avoid Outside the Gater as if it had been dipped in a tureen of SARS-splattered potato salad. I believe you'd actually quite like Extremities. Pandemonium is respectable, though not my favorite, whereas Democracy is simply botched for the most part (despite some decent tracks). The new one (released in the States on August 5) is fucking MASTERPIECE! Not sure if you rate them as any sort of authority, but this month's issue of MOJO calls the new album "the Best Punk Album in YEARS" and rightly describes the track "Implan" (which I know at least Ally has also heard) as "heavier than Motorhead". I agree heartily, and I think you should do your Good Charlotte-loving ass a considerable favour and fetch the album the nanosecond it his store shelves. But, y'know, what the fuck do I know?

just want to say (i know that you don't give a shit anyway) but that's how some of yr posts come across. just like to apologise etc.

I just have to grow out of 'attacking' posters.

Tad -- MARK MY WORDS, ONE DAY SOON, ANTHONY'S LIFELESS SHELL WILL BE USED TO CARRY MY BELONGINGS!

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Be good.

Alex - when I first came here, I thought you were the real nice guy who posts a lot. Haha! Then I realised you were actually Satan who hates on people's tastes, but now I luvya again after reading this thread.

I very well may be, but whether I am the horned one or not, I wouldn't hate on people's tastes, I'd merely hate them......and cook their souls in ice-cold hellfire as they faced bleak and unlivable futures of suffering the eternal torments of the damned.

Democracy is in no way indicative of Killing Joke firing on all cylinders (although "Aeon" is fucking brilliant). Extremities... was a refreshing, angry return to form after the wilderness years (Brighter Than a Thousand Suns and, more worryingly, Outside the Gate, wherein they foolishly attempted to suck up to the pabulum-obsessed general public), but is a bit samey (it also marks Martin Atkins brief, turbulent, troubled, but exciting period in the ranks). Seek ye the first eponymous album. Nighttime remains now and forever my favorite, but there are several other gems in their catalog. Blah Blah Blah Blah...how many times have I rattled off such info?

(Guess I'd always assumed an understanding that "Nighttime" would be your recommended starting point.)