F.H.

the big disappointment about metal guys is that they're really just jocks
in disguise.

at the end of they day, they don't want to fuck the ally sheedy highschool type with dry scalp
and caked on eyeliner. they just wanna get it on with the bimbo cheerleader.
pam anderson fantasy.

fuckheads.

interlove.

i'm trying to learn HTML code. in notepad. how oldschool is that?

i remember having hacker boyfriends who did this on a regular basis. in their basements, with multiple monitors. it was like a foreign language to me. one i never imagined i'd learn. this was the 90s. the internet was entertaining, but it wasn't real life.

how far we've come.
now the only way you can have a life is through facebook and blogs.
we don't even have to leave our houses anymore. and phone anxiety is at an all-time high.

remember chatting? our first hoursehold computer was a mac and mom kept it in the kitchen. i stole a few hours on mirc now and then, but mostly it was lame horse. no porn either.

i remember going over to my neighbour's house. we stole her mother's southern comfort and listened to dr. dre (which we'd downloaded from napster). and chatted with guys online.

mirc was unlike other chatrooms, because you could talk to people specifically in your town or city. she met a lot of guys that way. they always asked to see pictures of you. we didn't have a webcam, so we poached pictures off the internet. one time i showed this guy a picture of me and he said, "that's not you! i know that girl."

needless to say, i didn't hook up.

my favourite thing back then was the imusic message boards. these were forums where you could post comments about bands. i made a bunch of posts about courtney love and kurt cobain, and then got flamed for my age. stupid shitty honesty.

just because.

 you know you want that striped housecoat.

kid koala.

he responded to my angry email and was very polite indeed. he explained that he rarely has control over who he plays with in those situations. this means that it's all up to the promoter to decide the lineup and i guess i did know that. i recall going to see die mannequin accompanied by a "tribute to metal" show. which MEANS.

total boycott the fucking biltmore cabaret.
those hacks.

yeah, i'm all in favour of supporting local vancouver talent. (hello. i'm from a small town in the middle of nowhere. all we did was support local metal and hardcore bands in church basements.) but they have to actually be talented.

yes. i take music seriously.

anyway, you can see the kid's response to my post here.
he has also generously offered us free tickets to his next show in the area.

in the end, he still rocks. and if you don't know that, i suggest you start here.

top videos.

this probably changed my life. 

in the same way "he ain't heavy" by the hollies did.