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My classroom has a solid chunk of my prints. I don't know how to post the pictures without too much effort. 
 
Also, to join the ranking discussion, the post-Hot Damn! era, while still good music, is the low point for ETID. There's good and great songs in there, but the overall sound was on the more boring side. This makes sense, as my buddy who grew up with the Buckleys said Ratboy was a drag on everything.  He stopped caring on NJA and that's when they started pushing their sound in different directions again, then he was out of the band and they went nuts.
 
LNIT is great for what it is, and Hot Damn! is classic, but Ex-Lives was excellent, outdone by From Parts Unknown, topped again by Low Teens.

Coming out of message board retirement just to say that if you haven't seen an ETID Christmas show, you're missing out. Being from Buffalo and being big into ETID since 2003, I've managed to hit at least one night every year since they started these in 2006 or 2007 or whenever. Best concert of the year. The last two were unbelievable, especially 2019's 2-night version.

Coming out of message board retirement just to say that if you haven't seen an ETID Christmas show, you're missing out. Being from Buffalo and being big into ETID since 2003, I've managed to hit at least one night every year since they started these in 2006 or 2007 or whenever. Best concert of the year. The last two were unbelievable, especially 2019's 2-night version.

Too Bad You're Beautiful contains the only FATA song I will listen to: Short Stories With Tragic Endings.
I can't-fucking-wait for Hot Damn! to be pressed. I'll definitely get Make Yourself Sick, too. Probably Trainwreck, as well, but I'm not so in love with that one.

Listening now.. it's pretty great, and the packaging is very nice. Worth every penny.

That Siouxsie Sioux woman annoys me a great deal and I've never heard of her until now. Awful.

Can we talk about how "Siouxsie Jeanne" is:
A) the worst way to spell Susie?
B ) the worst way to spell Jean?
C) the worst song PBC has ever produced?
 
I wish I could forget that song existed.

I have a dual degree in Economics and History plus a certification and master's in education, so I've written more than my fair share of papers, and to be honest, I like writing papers so fuck y'all.
 
I get very frustrated when I assign a 2 page paper in my classes and the kids bitch, though, because in high school I regularly wrote 5 pages and obviously longer in college. I could fart out two pages and these kids turn in a page and 5 lines and think it's good enough.

I have a dual degree in Economics and History plus a certification and master's in education, so I've written more than my fair share of papers, and to be honest, I like writing papers so fuck y'all.
 
I get very frustrated when I assign a 2 page paper in my classes and the kids bitch, though, because in high school I regularly wrote 5 pages and obviously longer in college. I could fart out two pages and these kids turn in a page and 5 lines and think it's good enough.

Woo, no more subbing for me for a while. Got hired long-term to teach AP US History at a nearby district.

Woo, no more subbing for me for a while. Got hired long-term to teach AP US History at a nearby district.

Woo, no more subbing for me for a while. Got hired long-term to teach AP US History at a nearby district.

I LOVED a couple songs on the last album but the rest bored me. I can't decide if I should buy this. Probably not.

I read the second Walking Dead novel about Woodbury. It's actually really bad. The story itself isn't bad, but it's the most amateur shit ever.
 
I'm 600+ pages into the Game of Thrones. Only 3800 pages to go before I'm all caught up in the series!

I'd say half the people that posted here have that shelving unit.

We have really good family friends and the husband is a retired prison guard at Attica. He said DMX was the biggest pain in the ass when he was in prison here for a couple weeks for whatever stupid thing he did that time. He was just angry-little-man to the extreme and kept getting the prisoners all chanting and getting them riled up so they had to put him in solitary confinement.
 
I was also in Lake George one time when he got arrested for doing something stupid with jet skis.
 
I love this thread. DMX is too funny. He's so blatantly ignorant and just doesn't care. There's a funny interview out there right after Barry O got elected the first time where they ask X what it feels like to have a black president, and he just goes off about not giving a shit because he wants to just smoke weed or something, it's so funny.

Aw there's two in there I want, but I'm the poorest motherfucker on Sesame Street.

The setting:
 
Buffalo, NY in early February of 2010.  Matt and I are both managers at an ice rink, and President's Day weekend we have a pretty big tournament.  We sign up for extra shifts for events like these, so Matt takes the Saturday morning shift.  Matt is a known partier, so our one boss already is skeptical about whether this is a good idea for an early shift, but Matt is actually really good about showing up to work no matter what.
 
The build-up:
 
A new strip club just opened, and Matt has been frequenting it quite a bit because, well why not?  Who doesn't like strippers, especially when the place actually serves good steak, too?
 
Friday Night:
 
Matt has an open-bar fundraiser around Happy Hour.  He goes and starts drinking hard because it's an open bar.  Afterwards he ends up going downtown with one of the strippers who he had befriended, but at the one club, they kick him out because he threw up.  He and the girl go to another club.  After hanging out there for a bit, he goes out to his car for something.  While he does that, his stripper friend waits around the corner of the bar smoking a cigarette.
 
Matt is walking back from his car and sees three guys around the girl.  He assumes they know her and thinks nothing of it at first.  As he gets closer, he sees that the girl is upset and they seem to be giving her a hard time.  He walks up and says, "what's going on?"  One of the three replies, "you better get the fuck out of here if you know what's good for you." (just like any character in a movie would say, right?)  In his mind, Matt goes, "alright..." and starts walking away, then clenches his fist and takes a HUGE charging 5-step swing at one of the guys and just blasts the guy in the jaw.  The guy drops.  Matt starts to turn toward the next guy but BLAM!  He's hit hard by something from behind, blacks out, and drops to the ground.
 
Saturday morning: ~6:45am.
 
My phone rings, and it's my boss, but not the one who questioned whether Matt should work that morning. A different boss.  Call him G.  [we'll call the other boss M.. that comes later]  I squint at my phone, because I'm blind.  
G - "Hey, uh.. do you know where Matt is?"
Me - "uh.. no.... he didn't show up?"
G - "No, he's not here and he usually calls if something comes up or he's going to be late.  He's never just outright missed a shift before."
Me - "I dunno.. he's probably dead in a gutter somewhere."
G - "Well, I'm actually a little worried because like I said this is unusual, he never no-call-no-shows"
Me - "Alright, I'll call around and see if I can find him and I'll let you know."
 
I hang up, try to call him and it goes right to voicemail.  I send him a text saying G was looking for him, then call one other friend who doesn't answer because it's not even 7am on a Saturday.  I figured it was pointless to keep calling, so I go back to sleep.
 
About 45 minutes or an hour later I get another call.  It's G again.
G - "Any word?"
Me - "No, no one answered.  His phone is off, but I'm guessing you knew that already."
G - "Yea, we tried calling him.  We're short a person right now, though, so can you come in?"
Me - "uh.. yea, I'll be there in 20 minutes"
 
I'm thinking, what an asshole, you better be in a gutter now.  I work the shift til mid-afternoon or so, then go home, still no one has heard from him.
 
About 8pm I get a text from a co-worker:
 
"Holy shit! Matt was really almost dead!"

 
Matt, without his phone, showed up to work just to check in.  Here's where we learn the rest of the story.
 
Back-up to Saturday morning.
 
Matt wakes up in the hospital, turns his head and opens his eyes to see his mom, his dad (they're divorced), and the stripper sitting in the room.  His  mom immediately stands up and with angry-yet-disappointed-while-still-relieved tears leaves the room quickly.  His dad actually starts laughing.  The stripper just sits uncomfortably and then a nurse walked in.  The nurse explained that he had been knocked out, broke his nose, had a gash over his eye, dislocated a wrist, broke two ribs, and took quite a beating otherwise.  .
 
The nurse goes through the standard check-out stuff, then goes, "oh, do you want this?"  She holds up a bag filled with a bloody pen.  Matt responds, "no, what the hell would I want with that?"  The nurse adds this info: "We had to cut this out of you.  It was jutting out of your chest; we had to siphon the ink out of your blood."
 
Matt: "Wait... you gotta back up."
 
From here, the stripper tells much more of the story.
 
Back up again to Friday night as Matt is first hit and drops to the ground.
 
As soon as he hits the ground, the two standing guys start stomping the shit out of him.  The stripper runs around the corner to the bar to grab the bouncer.  When she comes back, the three have done a good job on Matt, rifled through his pockets trying to take anything of value.  His wallet was stolen, and they went to take his phone but it was a shit flip phone so they spiked it back at him.  As they ran away, one found a pen on the ground, stopped, picked it up, then turned and stabbed Matt in the chest right over his heart.
 
The stripper gets back to him, the bouncer went back in to call 911, and Matt is in and out of consciousness.  He's alert enough to know he doesn't have health insurance so he convinces the girl to help him into the car and drive him to the hospital instead of taking the $1000-taxi ride.  Then he blacks out for good, probably bleeding out because his BAC when they measured him at the hospital was about a .35 at the time.  They couldn't even give him medicine because they were afraid his blood was too thin as it was.
 
Now up to Saturday morning again.  The stripper is gone, and he's walking out of the hospital with his mom and dad.  His dad laughs and says, "at least you left me with something to look at."  His mom, again near crying, says, "do you know what you said in the middle of the night?"  Matt obviously doesn't.  While the nurse was talking to him and everyone was in the room, he goes, "this means she's gotta put out, right?"  His mom wasn't a fan.  
 
When Matt gets home Saturday night, he calls his voicemail.  M, the other boss, had left him about 5 voicemails, each one progressively angrier. He was swearing in the last couple, actually yelling into the phone, meanwhile, Matt nearly was dead in a gutter like I joked about.
 
Prologue:
Matt saw the girl exactly one more time and never did get to hook up with her.
I have since made sure that every new employee we get at the ice rink hears this story.
He has since had 2 or 3 other near-death experiences, one a texting-while-driving story where G texted him bc Matt had told him he was going to be about 5 min late to work.  G responded "ok" and while Matt was reading it, he drove up the front of a snow-plow and completely rolled his truck, which was totaled.  He had a MASSIVE concussion from that one and had headaches months later from it.  But he's still alive, somehow.
 
Around the time of this story, his "catchphrase" was "living the dream!"  Anytime anyone called him out for doing something not-smart, that was his response.  I had always told him he should write a book about his life, so when this happened, I told him that the title for this chapter of the book was pretty obvious: "The dream nearly ends."

I wish Pierre Maguire would take a puck to his shiny fuckin forehead.  He's so irritating.

To give friend-zoned guys everywhere hope, I am now dating a girl I've been close with for almost exactly a decade.  While we saw other people over the years, I always tried to push the issue of me and her dating, and I finally broke her spirit enough that she agreed.
 
Persistence!

My phone is dying hard, the game lags so bad now when it never used to.  My Droid X is a little outdated, methinks.
 
Got 250 up for trade if anyone's interested.

Two threads is idiocy.  In which thread do I compare the show to the comics?  If I put it in the show thread, the non-readers will bitch.  If I put it in the comics thread, the non-watchers will bitch (if there are any).  Do we make a third topic for comparisons?

I've said this a few times over the years and people say I'm dumb, Jesse's lyrics are where it's at and blahblahblah.
 
Fuck that. Welcome to Bangkok is EASILY their best song.  I blast it at full volume every time it comes on.  When it starts rocking, it's really rocking.

I was dating a girl shortly after high school who was from a very religious family, and she asked me how I could enjoy life without believing in god, or something similar to that.  She was asking it like she felt my life was lacking something because I didn't believe in an afterlife.  My response was that by not hoping for some fantasy land after I die, I can fully appreciate and enjoy what life I know I have on this earth.
 
If somehow I'm wrong, great.  I'd like to think that god, if one exists, will judge me a pretty good person and give me a good afterlife anyway.  If he doesn't, simply because I didn't attribute everything I experienced to him and thank him for it, then he's a petty asshole and fuck him; I don't want his afterlife.

Is that guy retarded?  I always thought he was.