what's the use of autonomy when a button does it all?
is the sun shining out of my ass, or did i sit on stan's flashlight?
(mega nerd/loser/vancity indie points if you know where that came from... zoeyjane might get it)
but seriously.
i am in love.
with my husband. my patio. my camera. my bicycle.... amoung other things...
and now added to the pile, my new shaw box and digital cable.
it fucking kicks ass.
i received this little treat for free about 3 weeks ago... but wasn't really motivated to set it up.
so it sat collecting dust for no particular reason other than the fact that i don't watch tv that much in the summer... so i didn't really care. or so i thought.
last night we hooked it up, and it was like a unicorn barfed rainbows everywhere.
that awesome.
we get alllllll the channels that i envy, including HBO canada (hello true blood! yaaaaa!) and all those fancy movie channels, including the independent film channel and documentary channel... and then those pay per view channels...
hockey is ALWAYS at our house from now on. not only can we get pay per view games, but we get all the specialty NHL channels to watch out of market games too.
kick. ass.
did i mention that we get porn too? seriously... at least 5 different channels of porn. although some of them cost extra.
and we get all those music channels too. which i enjoy.
especially the "jammin'" channel. which is all reggae.
and no commercials and no djs on these... which makes for perfect party/patio music.
so shaw and the strata of our building... thank you.
all this magic costs us NOTHING EXTRA.
as cable is paid in our strata fees. and our strata fees can not be increased for at least another year.
i am a happy happy girl.
because getting something for nothing is one of the best things in life as far as i'm concerned.
soooo... moving on...
i've been meaning to give a little "book review" of a book my cousin lent me.
i know it came out like 4 years ago... but to be honest, i never really cared about reading it.
but my cousin owned it and brought it over for me to read because he wanted my opinion...
so i read "scar tissue" by anthony keidis and some other dude that probably did most of the actual writing.
i give it 4/10
maybe i could be talked into as high as 6/10 if you LOVE anthony keidis... but certainly no higher.
now, my feelings on the "subject" are as such... i used to love RHCP when i was young. in fact, blood sugar sex magik was the first cd i ever bought. i had mother's milk on cassette tape in grade 6.
i loved them.
until about... ohhhh... 1998 or so when they started putting out seriously shitty music.
since then i haven't cared about them at all... and they're now one of those bands that i instantly turn off when they come on the radio.
i hate all the songs from the last 10 years... and anything older, i've played to death, so i don't want to hear them anyways.
i saw them back in 2003, and made it through about 2/3 of the show before i left.
2 years ago when they played gm place, i left after 3 songs.
i can't wrap my head around how a band used to be so fucking cool and then became so fucking terrible.
anyways, so i read the book...
and it was really pathetic.
basically it goes like this... i did a lot of drugs, started a band, did more drugs, met a girl, got clean, broke up with her, did more drugs, went to rehab, got clean, went on tour, started doing drugs again, met another girl, did more drugs, went to rehab, broke up with girl, went back on drugs.... etc etc.
seriously, it's like that for the entire book.
we get it.
you're a dirty junkie.
but really? that's your entire existence?
why even bother to write a book about it?
it was painful to read at points... the repetition and just pathetic aura of his life was just brutal.
and things like this prove there's no karma.
how is it fair that some disgusting junkie that shoots coke and snorts heroin and can barely sing makes millions of dollars and sells millions of albums.
its fucked.
that dude should be dead in a ditch 20 years ago.
anyways, life judgments aside, it's a pretty boring read.
love stories about how awesome shooting coke feels don't really interest me...
and the cycle of being wasted, then clean and rehabbed, then wasted again gets old pretty quickly.
i think he describes over 10 times entering rehab over 20 years... it's just cycles and repetition.
that dude is an addict for life... so when he dies, don't be surprised.
the book actually talks very little about the band, it's more about drugs... and i was waiting to hear some cool stories about tours and shows and stuff... but they were mostly just about how high everyone was and who was on what drugs etc...
and the thing is that i actually usually like drug books. fuck, HST is my favourite author... but at least his drug books have a plot line and things that happen.
this book was really only about drugs. and how much he loves them / hates them.
so, i'd give it a miss.
i've read many other band/artist biographies that are far better... marilyn manson's is really good... also, i have a good carol pope one and a hendrix one that i enjoy.
my point is, don't waste your time unless you're a huge RHCP fan and NEED to read it... or if you just really love stories about shooting coke and snorting heroin. (which, for the record, confused me a bit. i always thought you snorted coke and shot heroin... but what do i know?)
i have another book from my cousin called "fish"
it's interesting so far... about a 17 year old kid that was sent to prison for 5 years for pretending to rob a fotomat with a toy gun. he was joking around, but the judge did not think so... so he went to jail. adult jail.
it's pretty graphic so far... in terms of the ass sex and rape.
and the subplot is that this guy is actually gay, but isn't too sure at 17... and so it talks abut how getting owned by men in prison and forced to suck dick and be plowed in the ass is further confusing to his sexual identity.
anyways, not unlike the previously mentioned book, this book is so far kind of a one trick pony. instead of being all about drugs, it seems to be all about ass sex.
but i'm only about 100 pages in, so i'm going to see where it goes.
either way, note to self, never ever end up in an american prison.
yikes.
(mega nerd/loser/vancity indie points if you know where that came from... zoeyjane might get it)
but seriously.
i am in love.
with my husband. my patio. my camera. my bicycle.... amoung other things...
and now added to the pile, my new shaw box and digital cable.
it fucking kicks ass.
i received this little treat for free about 3 weeks ago... but wasn't really motivated to set it up.
so it sat collecting dust for no particular reason other than the fact that i don't watch tv that much in the summer... so i didn't really care. or so i thought.
last night we hooked it up, and it was like a unicorn barfed rainbows everywhere.
that awesome.
we get alllllll the channels that i envy, including HBO canada (hello true blood! yaaaaa!) and all those fancy movie channels, including the independent film channel and documentary channel... and then those pay per view channels...
hockey is ALWAYS at our house from now on. not only can we get pay per view games, but we get all the specialty NHL channels to watch out of market games too.
kick. ass.
did i mention that we get porn too? seriously... at least 5 different channels of porn. although some of them cost extra.
and we get all those music channels too. which i enjoy.
especially the "jammin'" channel. which is all reggae.
and no commercials and no djs on these... which makes for perfect party/patio music.
so shaw and the strata of our building... thank you.
all this magic costs us NOTHING EXTRA.
as cable is paid in our strata fees. and our strata fees can not be increased for at least another year.
i am a happy happy girl.
because getting something for nothing is one of the best things in life as far as i'm concerned.
soooo... moving on...
i've been meaning to give a little "book review" of a book my cousin lent me.
i know it came out like 4 years ago... but to be honest, i never really cared about reading it.
but my cousin owned it and brought it over for me to read because he wanted my opinion...
so i read "scar tissue" by anthony keidis and some other dude that probably did most of the actual writing.
i give it 4/10
maybe i could be talked into as high as 6/10 if you LOVE anthony keidis... but certainly no higher.
now, my feelings on the "subject" are as such... i used to love RHCP when i was young. in fact, blood sugar sex magik was the first cd i ever bought. i had mother's milk on cassette tape in grade 6.
i loved them.
until about... ohhhh... 1998 or so when they started putting out seriously shitty music.
since then i haven't cared about them at all... and they're now one of those bands that i instantly turn off when they come on the radio.
i hate all the songs from the last 10 years... and anything older, i've played to death, so i don't want to hear them anyways.
i saw them back in 2003, and made it through about 2/3 of the show before i left.
2 years ago when they played gm place, i left after 3 songs.
i can't wrap my head around how a band used to be so fucking cool and then became so fucking terrible.
anyways, so i read the book...
and it was really pathetic.
basically it goes like this... i did a lot of drugs, started a band, did more drugs, met a girl, got clean, broke up with her, did more drugs, went to rehab, got clean, went on tour, started doing drugs again, met another girl, did more drugs, went to rehab, broke up with girl, went back on drugs.... etc etc.
seriously, it's like that for the entire book.
we get it.
you're a dirty junkie.
but really? that's your entire existence?
why even bother to write a book about it?
it was painful to read at points... the repetition and just pathetic aura of his life was just brutal.
and things like this prove there's no karma.
how is it fair that some disgusting junkie that shoots coke and snorts heroin and can barely sing makes millions of dollars and sells millions of albums.
its fucked.
that dude should be dead in a ditch 20 years ago.
anyways, life judgments aside, it's a pretty boring read.
love stories about how awesome shooting coke feels don't really interest me...
and the cycle of being wasted, then clean and rehabbed, then wasted again gets old pretty quickly.
i think he describes over 10 times entering rehab over 20 years... it's just cycles and repetition.
that dude is an addict for life... so when he dies, don't be surprised.
the book actually talks very little about the band, it's more about drugs... and i was waiting to hear some cool stories about tours and shows and stuff... but they were mostly just about how high everyone was and who was on what drugs etc...
and the thing is that i actually usually like drug books. fuck, HST is my favourite author... but at least his drug books have a plot line and things that happen.
this book was really only about drugs. and how much he loves them / hates them.
so, i'd give it a miss.
i've read many other band/artist biographies that are far better... marilyn manson's is really good... also, i have a good carol pope one and a hendrix one that i enjoy.
my point is, don't waste your time unless you're a huge RHCP fan and NEED to read it... or if you just really love stories about shooting coke and snorting heroin. (which, for the record, confused me a bit. i always thought you snorted coke and shot heroin... but what do i know?)
i have another book from my cousin called "fish"
it's interesting so far... about a 17 year old kid that was sent to prison for 5 years for pretending to rob a fotomat with a toy gun. he was joking around, but the judge did not think so... so he went to jail. adult jail.
it's pretty graphic so far... in terms of the ass sex and rape.
and the subplot is that this guy is actually gay, but isn't too sure at 17... and so it talks abut how getting owned by men in prison and forced to suck dick and be plowed in the ass is further confusing to his sexual identity.
anyways, not unlike the previously mentioned book, this book is so far kind of a one trick pony. instead of being all about drugs, it seems to be all about ass sex.
but i'm only about 100 pages in, so i'm going to see where it goes.
either way, note to self, never ever end up in an american prison.
yikes.
Posted by vancityrockgirl at 6/24/2009 11:22 AM 
Categories: Rock and Roll,condo life,general good times,booze and drugs
Categories: Rock and Roll,condo life,general good times,booze and drugs
Mmmm, I love me some shaw box. It was life changing when we got ours.
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it's made our lives so much better already.
i'm seriously in love!
why we didn't get one earlier is beyond me...
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I'm still pretty happy just having cable... but when I go home to Coquitlam, I pretty much always get trapped by my parents' digital box. So good. SO so good.
Also, you feel about RHCP the way I feel about U2. How can something that started so good get so bad? Although I don't quite hate the RHCP that much yet
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yeah, Scar Tissue started strong, but man... got pathetic. But the worst part.. people kept giving him money... so right about the cycle... drugs, girl, break up rehab drugs or however it goes... but as the book goes on and on, the rehab gets more extravagant, hard ot feel bad for a guy that has a bad day, so he takes off to an all inclusive resort for a month to "feel better."
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I have picked Scar Tissue off of the shelves so many times and put it right back. I'm so glad I did.
PS. Your happiness and sunshine had better rub off on me soon. I'm all Melancholy and the Infinite Sadness over here.
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