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WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!
I don't know about post trip-hop, but trip-hop is a genre of mid-90s electronica ... fairly downbeat, chilled kind of tunes. think massive attack, portishead, tricky, early morcheeba, sneaker pimps, hooverphonic, etc etc
I like massive attack, but I saw radiohead described as post trip hop. This started from people on reddit freaking out about someone calling why? Trip hop, which I found interesting because I've never been able to describe them to people more than like white inde hip hop.

i get an email from facebook at least once a week asking me if i know 'jane skinner'
Oh no! What do they want with her?
i don't know. i think jane's past is coming back to haunt her. i told her the hole wasn't deep enough but she didn't listen.
Well you didn't say shit, did you?
Did you?
I don't know about post trip-hop, but trip-hop is a genre of mid-90s electronica ... fairly downbeat, chilled kind of tunes. think massive attack, portishead, tricky, early morcheeba, sneaker pimps, hooverphonic, etc etc
I like massive attack, but I saw radiohead described as post trip hop. This started from people on reddit freaking out about someone calling why? Trip hop, which I found interesting because I've never been able to describe them to people more than like white inde hip hop.
I like to think I'm pretty well-versed in this stuff, but I've never heard anything described as 'post trip-hop'. I can definitely see Why? drawing an influence from some of the trip-hop stuff, esp. Tricky and songs like Karmacoma, but I would still call it backpacker rap, or 'alternative hip-hop', which basically means any non-top 40 hip hop these days. I do like their new album.
LOLz first day working late and i broke the sink in the other lab.
i said nothing because i still value my life.
Got taken out to Expensive Italian Restaurant last night, then to see Twelfth Night. Good times and hilarity.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Now to shower, then The Best Mexican In San Diego.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I ate nachos and McDonald's for two days straight, but somehow every pair of jeans I own is loose on the waist. Seriously, what the fuck?
Pregnant
You? Congrats!

Scary
The whole Wordsmith thing reminds me of what happened to my friend's 13 year old sister a few weeks ago.
Apparently she woke up on Monday to three missed calls and voicemails from a man whose number she'd never seen before. She saved them and let me hear them... they went something like...
Hey you motherfucking cunt sucker, stay the fuck away from my wife, I'm going to find out where you live and punch all your fucking teeth out...
So Anna claims she's not screwing anyone with a Houston zip code's wife. We take her word for it. My friend wants to call the guy and explain to him exactly how big of a dumbass he is... but Anna is freaked out and wants to ignore the whole thing. Until the guy calls her again while she's at school... and again that night... these messages were more like...
You're not answering because you think I'm gonna stop! I'm not gonna stop! I'm never gonna stop until I make your face bleed from at lease four orifices! Oh and also, stop fucking my wife. Talk to ya later!
Anna, being a sheltered kid, is starting to develop facial ticks, stress rashes, and wants to have her house taken off Google Maps. Her brother demands to talk to the confused guy. Anna forbids it because she thinks the guy will think her brother is the right guy and go after him. She finally agrees to let ME talk to him because I can do a cool trick with my voice where I make it sound like like someone who probably doesn't want to sleep with your wife. And I'm a girl too.
Anna writes out a boring script for me and insists I leave out anything about repercussions toward his orifices. I say...
Hello. You've been threatening an undersized 13 year old girl. She's pretty freaked out. So... stop calling her... no Anna, I'm not going to say please-
6 hours later he texts back...
Sorry wrong number
Anna lives almost a normal life these days.
We probably should've just text him or blocked the number, huh? Oh well, next time perhaps.
Random Pointless thought of the Day: How much of world history would have been altered if Hitler had been accepted into art schoolÉ
I've missed a whole week of work because of my crippling sciatica. Pain killers are awesome.

My brand new 2011 halloween comp:
http://soundcloud.com/brosupremo/hallowmix-2-the-deadening/s-BKf8z
Apparently she woke up on Monday to three missed calls and voicemails from a man whose number she'd never seen before. She saved them and let me hear them... they went something like...
Hey you motherfucking cunt sucker, stay the fuck away from my wife, I'm going to find out where you live and punch all your fucking teeth out...
So Anna claims she's not screwing anyone with a Houston zip code's wife. We take her word for it. My friend wants to call the guy and explain to him exactly how big of a dumbass he is... but Anna is freaked out and wants to ignore the whole thing. Until the guy calls her again while she's at school... and again that night... these messages were more like...
You're not answering because you think I'm gonna stop! I'm not gonna stop! I'm never gonna stop until I make your face bleed from at lease four orifices! Oh and also, stop fucking my wife. Talk to ya later!
Anna, being a sheltered kid, is starting to develop facial ticks, stress rashes, and wants to have her house taken off Google Maps. Her brother demands to talk to the confused guy. Anna forbids it because she thinks the guy will think her brother is the right guy and go after him. She finally agrees to let ME talk to him because I can do a cool trick with my voice where I make it sound like like someone who probably doesn't want to sleep with your wife. And I'm a girl too.
Anna writes out a boring script for me and insists I leave out anything about repercussions toward his orifices. I say...
Hello. You've been threatening an undersized 13 year old girl. She's pretty freaked out. So... stop calling her... no Anna, I'm not going to say please-
6 hours later he texts back...
Sorry wrong number
Anna lives almost a normal life these days.
We probably should've just text him or blocked the number, huh? Oh well, next time perhaps.
Poor Anna.
But, This whole thing reminded me of how James seems to have gotten himself onto a group of teenybopper girls text list.
For the past six months or so he will receive random texts of the "forward this to every beautiful young girl you know! If you got this that means you are a beautiful girl in my life!" sort. As well as "OMG!!! You won't believe it!" and "Girl! we gotta hang!" .
It has been pretty traumatizing for him. He never knows how to respond and really does't want to hurt anyone's feelings. But the simple "wrong number" responses he has be sending don't seem to be accomplishing anything. I'm doing my best to get him through it.
This sounds like a really nice time.
I'm glad things are going better for you.
Really?!
Big S with the Big News
fucking neighbor is a screamer. our walls are thin and she sounds like a howler monkey in heat.
Is she, uh, single?
This is why we can't have nice things.
My friend is coming over for dinner and we are going to drink beer and get all philosophical and loud and maybe remember to cook things.
Everybody is trying to pressure me into going back to school and I'm so tired of it I'm just thinking about giving in and just doing it.
Don't know what the hell I'm going to do though. Might just pick out some stuff, things I can maybe tolerate and do, put them in a hat and whichever I pick will just be my career.

Why don't you just put some classes you could tolerate in a hat, instead of careers?
take the classes you pull from the hat and in a year or two see where it leads you towards a career you love?
Really?!
Big S with the Big News
Nooooo i was insinuating Irina was pregnant.
take the classes you pull from the hat and in a year or two see where it leads you towards a career you love?
That's my plan.
I doubt I could get a loan just to take a couple of classes with no real guarantee that it'll lead anywhere.

take the classes you pull from the hat and in a year or two see where it leads you towards a career you love?
That's my plan.
That's what I do with love. I pack a bunch of names of girls I meet every month in a hat, choose one at random, and propose to them. It doesn't go too well, usually.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
No no no, that's different. Microeconomics loves me.
she wasn't single last night, for sure.
He's got a hot older sister, Microeconomic Theory. Better believe I tapped that. Tapped it hard.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Judging solely upon facebook likes and comments, I'm getting funnier/more well liked. I feel like this is probably a misleading statistic.

i stopped updating facebook when i realized:
1. nobody cares
2. i'm not as funny as i think i am
3. my life isn't all that interesting
I hate working weekends.
Too man drivers scheduled so you have to wait in line to do delivery runs which means at the end of the day you've only done 5-6 runs and come home with a paltry amount of tips in your pocket.

I'ma little drunk.
holy crap. I spelled that correctlu=y n ethe first try/
so far i've blocked 299 facebook apps. i wonder if i'll get an achievement for blocking my 300th.

Tuffy, I want to know what you ate at the expensive Italian place and the Mexican. I love me some good Italian and Mexican food. Do tell!
Whatever Whore!
Italian: Noodles. With mussels and clams and prawns and scallops in this slightly peppery red sauce. And beer. And thrust-upon-me tastes of my not-date's food.
Mexican: Fish burrito and a horchata muy grande. And spicy carrots.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Yummy!! My mouth is watering right now. The Italian dish sounds especially yum for the Tim.
Whatever Whore!
Ronnie, I think you're funny.
PA - My weekend has started out great, I'm feeling awesome.
holy crap. I spelled that correctlu=y n ethe first try/
I'm durnk sa fukc.
Met a really like-minded guy tonight. Rare occurrence, really. Especially considering he's from El Paso.
Life is nice. Going to play poker and start boxing training again next week. The Dress Down thread might have a new addition in a month, hopefully.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
This Pioneer Woman cooking show on the Food Network sucks.
My husband has two ulcers and a scratch on his eye and they peeled off the top layer of his cornea yesterday. We were at the eye clinic for about 7 hours, and we have to go back Sunday and again on Tuesday. They're opening the office to see him Sunday, that's how serious this eye things is.
We are never ever going back to his original eye doctor again. Stupid lady should have never put that contact lens on and instructed us to keep his eye bandaged because we were TRAPPING THE BACTERIAL INFECTION SHE DIDN'T NOTICE AND MAKING IT FESTER.
Anyway, despite all of his corneal nerves being completely exposed at the moment, he's on the mend.
Holy shit. I hope he gets better soon. I didn't even know that was POSSIBLE without like going blind.
sorry to hear that, alecia. hope he feels better soon.
also, thanks imke. 
Anna? Is her last name Rexic?
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I don't know about post trip-hop, but trip-hop is a genre of mid-90s electronica ... fairly downbeat, chilled kind of tunes. think massive attack, portishead, tricky, early morcheeba, sneaker pimps, hooverphonic, etc etc