"Fear Of The Dark... Fear Of The Dark..."
--Fear Of The Dark, Iron Maiden

Iron Maiden, man. Iron fucking Maiden. And now I can finally get that damn Teenage Dirtbag song out of my head now. Because I no longer have two tickets, and the show was technically a Wednesday. And by technically, I mean it was on Wednesday. Right, so I saw them with Dio and Motorhead at the Garden. By some strange twist of fate, Sasha and I sat right in front of Jen Thorpe (from Stuy) and her boyfriend. Directly in front of, one couple in front of the other. Weird world. This was the first time ever that we've had better tickets than her at a show, and it was impossible for her to argue that fact. She said that her boy had played Maiden for her like a month ago in the car, and she liked them, and that was why there were there. Then she asked if we were interested in either of the openers. Because she didn't know who they were. Another clear example of why I have an irrational dislike of Jen.

Show highlights can be summed up as following:
A)Motorhead played Ace of Spades, and kicked our ass. People showed up after they played because they're just the opener. Bastards all.
B)Dio played Holy Diver, and was a mountain. People showed up after they played because they're just the opener. Bastards all.
C)Maiden played Hallowed Be Thy Name and Fear Of The Dark, and kissed our ass. They also proceeded to crucify the people who liked Nirvana and claimed that metal was dead and such. People like Jen. Watching Maiden on stage is like watching football plays: Two guitarists fake right, bassist falls back, last guitarist goes left to cover the singer. I swear they have an Iron Maiden playbook somewhere.

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It's been two months since my last entry. Wow. You all know the drill about how I won't post until I have a certain amount of stuff to say, but lately I've been thinking that I have too much, and just don't want to bother it. I think I missed some kind of critical point in there. Ah well. To make up for this, I'm going to make this entry so long that those of you reading it on Livejournal (most of you, I think) will claw your eyes out while wishing to God that I used the cut tag. I think it'll be in sections for (vaguely) easier reading. I emailed myself some stuff that I wanted to right about at the time, then replied to that mail, and then replied again. I don't even know what half of it means anymore. Hm. Maybe this entry won't be as long as I thought. We'll see how it goes - a lot of it looks like dreams that I had, and I prolly can't remember much about them now.

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I paused there for a few hours, and decided on a reset. I'm already not happy with the way that this entry is going - sometimes I really think I should just give in and start making short posts immediately when I feel like writing something. What's bugging me now is that I'm very low on things like gumption, and motivation, and getgo. The summer is ending, and I'm finally getting the desire to see the people that I haven't, and I've run out of time. I've decided to correct it once and for all, goddamnit, and there's no time during the schoolyear either for much of that. Maybe I'll Greyhound to New York every time there's a 4 day break. But that still doesn't help with, say, Iris being up in Dartmouth.

I've decided to become a mentor for freshmen in the College of Arts & Science. This is my first Good Deed (TM) in a period of time measured in years, and possibly the first noteworthy thing I can place on a resume, if I ever write one. Being able to mold and corrupt a dozen or so freshmen, some of whom may be attractive females, is honestly just a secondary benefit. Mostly I wanted something to do that wasn't a complete geek thing.

Speaking of which, I'm an Assistant Storyteller on White Wolf's New Bremen Chats. Booyah. Go me. I've finally graduated to making sure other geeks have no lives. The whole WoD ending thing is kind of annoying for the chats - on the one hand, I get to help run the end of the world (hopefully). On the other hand, it makes me feel silly trying to get my groups (Akashics, Dreamspeakers, and Orphans) to fight crime, as it were, when the world's gonna end in a short while.

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Chris Burns is some kind of god. Everyone loves him. Ladies want him. Men want to be him. And he wishes it were the other way around, which is kind of funny. The worst thing about not updating is that I've kept a Chris Burns' Drunken Correspondence (TM) from you for so long. So here goes.

Justin,
You'll be dissapointed, my tolerance has raised itself to such an obscene amount that it's risky even to make mixed drinks if I want to get smashed. Tonight has served as definite and dire proof of that. Tomorrow is memorial day so I should be able to sleep in. Thus it's ok that I've had more than 14 shots of tequila and 2 beers. The only not ok think is that I can still write coherently, legibly [editor's note - the legibility of this handwriting is greatly exaggerated] and somewhat artfully I think. I was just starting to drink tonight when you logged off. Fuck the BBC. I saw Laney tonday @ the restaurant (Il Vic) but i guess that matters little since though Cameron tried to sleep w/ her, you don I know her. You know who you should know though is James Van Der Beek, because he is HOT! You should watch him and others in "Rules of Attraction" not only because he's hot but cause he makes you want to chug JD (Jack daniels). Jack is something I'd really love to drink right now. My tequila has glitter on it for some reason. Did you know Fred Savage shot up in that movie between the toes? Fucked up. I think I should end, after all the BBC has stuff to do, and I don't.

"After all, the BBC has stuff to do," is the new "Ninja." Use it whenever you can, in whatever situation. "I should really restock the fridge - after all, the BBC has stuff to do." "Do you think that's a good idea? After all, the BBC has stuff to do." And etc. Chris and I also produced the following convo today. Major cuts made to protect the innocent. By which I mean me and Chris.
LeperUnclean: You make me feel so good about being a bad person
ChrisMONK44: it's because when you add up the sum quantities of our souls, it makes less than half an average human soul, and being the cynics we are, we chose to round down. Thus, mathematically, you and i together have no souls
ChrisMONK44: while meanwhile being able to function in society with the fragments of human compassions that we somehow managed to cling to

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CONTEST TIME!
I have a mannequin now. She's hot. She's a bit trashy. I think her favorite band might be Blondie. But I don't know her name. Which is where y'all come in. Name her for me?

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