I am currently having a great bottle of imported Belgian blonde ale. It’s name is “Angelique,” and it has something in the neighborhood of 7% alcohol. But it really doesn’t mean a thing if it isn’t enjoyed in the Seven Is Darker method.

It must be poured into a sippy cup and enjoyed with a straw.

I don’t know if any of you have a store with an imported ale section. But there’s a fine selection of Belgian ales from Cuvee called: “Angelique,” “Diablique,” “Mystique,” and “Euphorique.”

I’m more of a Porter person, but these ales are so well made, that I can at least express my appreciation for their finely tuned brewing recipe.

Oh, and I also got myself one of those glowing mousepads with LEDs and a hard-plastic “optical-mouse” specific surface. When you have enough Belgian ales, the bubbles in the plastic coating seem to move all by themselves.

Hopefully this will be another piece in the process for attracting volumes of wine, women, song and piles of cash.

In Strict Confidence – Exile Paradise – Wintermoon

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"Nothing can now be believed which is seen in a newspaper. Truth itself becomes suspicious by being put into that polluted vehicle. The real extent of this state of misinformation is known only to those who are in situations to confront facts within their knowledge with the lies of the day."

- Thomas Jefferson

I have determined the new word that best describes the experiences and events that constitute my existence. I am SEXCELLENT.

And to all the fantastic events in my life, do I bequeath the title of SEXCELLENT. Of course, I suppose that includes all those who read my blog, and have come to know the term SEXCELLENT from its first inception.

Yes, by your association with me, you are SEXCELLENT. But then again, as the term SEXCELLENT is the word that best describes the experiences and events in my life, I suppose that term also somehow applies to everything I’ve ever thrown in the microwave as an act of aggression, art, or food preparation. I knew that the microwave would come back to haunt me.

Ultravox – Quartet – Reap the Wild Wind

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sniff suspiciously

I am everyone at everytime. And I am jumping out of your windows. Does that not amaze you?!

I’ve also brought you more of the old, old blogs that I’ve created in the name of all MADNESS.

!$!

Strange Uses For Old Copper Wire

Empty generality for the state of the world. Reference to Faustus and the Energizer Bunny (R). Hyperbole. Adjective, verb, incorrectly placed noun. Defamatory remark towards the GOP, unleash the sink cleaner.

!$!

BECAUSE I HAVE ALL THE GEMS!!!

Eeeesh!

Have any of you tried those Smirnoff Twisted drinks?!

They're like candy. I like the "watermelon" one the most. It tastes like that one watermelon perfume they sell at Victoria's Secret. You know, the one that I've been banned from drinking.

What?

You don't know that story?

"Washington Square: Portland. A man only known as Seven Is Darker, walked straight into the Washington Square shopping mall and proceeded to drink seven bottles of Victoria's Secret perfume until he proclaimed himself blind. A panic was stirred as Seven Is Darker ran out of the store and into the mall where....."

!$!

Qrrbrbrilbel

"This is your on-board computer. We are about to crash. What do you want to do?"
"Steering prevents accidents."
"Do you want to crash?"
"Then maybe you should *STEER*."

I can't wait for the future.

!$!



Clearly, I have only one alternative. I have to now invent new words for the English language to best describe the experience and events that comprise my existence. I’ll have to come up with a new word in my next blog. Because otherwise, you wouldn’t have much of a reason to keep reading my almost-fascinating material.

Joy Division – Permanent – Love Will Tear Us Apart

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shaago

I just saw some videos of a robot barfing chocolate sawdust. This clearly means something.

Negativeformat - Moving Past The Boundaries - Out Of Phase

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i am the water cooler king

G!

I!

Double E!

F!

LIVES!!!

Sorry about that, I just had to get that out of my system. Just a little Internet pop culture.

Ya know, me being me, it’s going to get me into a lot of situations that really are not the most appealing. For instance, more and more bad movies are being released year after year. I can’t really say that all of them are bad, but between the bad plots and good actors, and the bad actors in good plots, we have a lot of miss - and - hit movies. But some go even further.

(Movie critics standing before the doors in a movie theater, before a movie debut)

MC1: Dear ghost of Mr. Siskel! We can’t enter this viewing room!

MC2: Why ever not MC1?

MC1: Just look at the rating of this movie! It’s rated “I” for incoherent. If we were to have stepped into that theater, we would have become slobbering morons!

MC2: You’re right! However will we rate this movie - as per our jobs - and retain our sanity?! We’ll need someone just as insane as the premise of this movie to rate it for us!

(Cue Seven Is Darker)

Seven: Excuse me gentlemen! But I have an army of gerbils and my bagels are SWEATY.

MC1: That has to be the one and only person who could possibly rate this movie for us!

MC2: Excuse me sir! Would you like to subject the remnants of your mind to a barrage of total inanity? This is the for the good of all humanity after all.

Seven (shaking fist at the Movie Critic): Moooooo!

MC1: I’m going to take that as a yes. In you go!

(Both Movie Critics throw Seven into the theater and bolt the door)

“Augggghhhh! Why does it hurt?!?!”
“The meat! The horrible meat!!!”
“NO!! Not the faulty wiring!!!”
“Dr. No! What are you doing here?!”
“The Apocalypse is in my PANTS!!!!”

After an hour and forty five minutes I emerge from the movie viewing room. My hair is no more than a frazzled remnant of my former glory. My clothes are nothing short of rags. The contents of my stomach are clearly unstable.

MC1: So, how did the unveiling of the newest, most psychotic film in history go?

MC2: Please be specific. Remember that this is for posterity.

Seven: I’ve has worse! And now! Prepare for your own personal destruction!

(Cue the Seven Is Darker scene where I violently slam garbage cans on top of both MC1 and MC2)


I am sane you know.....

ABC - Absolutely - How To Be A Millionaire

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the color of HOT STEAMY LOVE