Jesse Mullan

�Corona� by the Minutemen

Written on Monday, the 5^th of May, 2003 at 11:24 pm and was filed under: Diversions

I watched Jackass the movie last night. I wasn't that surprised, except by some of the pranks. I have to say that “pranks” are more entertaining to me than “stunts”. I even enjoyed watching the random head shavings. Go figure.

Of course, for pranks I try to go right to the source: Trigger Happy TV. I love the US version as much as I did the filtered UK version, but for different reasons. I think that it has become more insane, and by insane I mean good insane, flashing lights insane. Yes.

I'm watching Trigger Happy right now, and it appears that they were filming right here in Minneapolis, approximately 19 floors and half a block from where I'm temping. I only wish that I could have been there to… uh… help.

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I really don’t care about those other carbon copies

Written on Monday, the 5^th of May, 2003 at 11:01 pm and was filed under: Music

I like beatboxing. Please enjoy the rap stylings of Rahzel:

Rahzel - Make the Music 2000 - Carbon Copy (I Can't Stop)

I can't stop

I really don't care about those other carbon copies

Don't stop Papi- don't stop

Yo! I'm the microphone champion Any stage you get me on or let me on

My ambiance is one step beyond

Then my song is a correspond with the audience

Experience the Renaissance my resonance is really on

Wonder Twin Powers activate

Put the tape on. I can take on any shape, form size or weight, shape of

Activation Voltron

Imagine all the microphones in the world I spit it on

Imagine the next MC step to me gettin' [scratch] on

You can even ask the girl about the bed we did it on

I hit it from the back to Marvin Gaye's Let's Get it On

Don't get it wrong, give her a thong, she put it on, in uniform

Sippin' Dom Perignon, Shawn Don, filet mignon

Long horns stick and move till the cameras come on

Until the cameras are gone from there on, dusk till dawn

Get your grind on, now put your panties back on

Thank you for your cooperation

Rahzel, on your Hot 97 station

I really don't care about those other carbon copies

Don't stop Papi- don't stop

(Baby crying)

Oh what's wrong Rahzel?

You're trying to sing?

Don't worry baby, when you grow up you're gonna be a star!

Yo, I'm one of the illest vocalists to ever turn the mic on

Let me download my sound, catalog the microns

[Computer noises] Turn your website on

WWW dot transmission d-d-d-d-d-dot sitcom

Got your girl buck naked on the cover of Right On

3-d visually enhanced on your CD-ROM

EP-ROM, erasable, programmable and only

Memory accessible when you're pc's on

We can battle for your soul like Ki Yong Song

We can battle for your girl like Rae Dawn Chong

Yo you're mother's so fat she wears a three piece thong

Made of polyester-acrylic, rip stop nylon

With a skully cap that stretches three feet long

98 degrees outside, with a sheepskin on

I play you and your mom like Donkey Kong

Check this out: [Donkey Kong noises]

I really don't care about those other carbon copies

Don't stop Papi- don't stop

Yo we got the hotness, wildest fiber optic, Double O 7 James Bond, talkin' in your watch [scratch]

Watch this, Baywatch [scratch]

Topless, there's no way you could stop this, spotless

Keep the flame up in the cockpit

(?)

or some New Kids on the Block shit

My purse net is nothin' but profit

While you keep secrets and gossip

The Officer, the Gentleman

Chiseled out, President, call me Lou Gosset

This is for the players who pop [scratch]

Frontin like you got [scratch]

PhD., without the doctorate

If it wasn't for break beats, you'd be rhymin' over my [scratch]

Often transformin' on stage, the Super DJ

2000 beats per minute, with an arcade

Round 1 fight, Street Fighter 3, pro tools with the upgrade

Call the paramedics to FedEx some first aid

My calisthenics been magnetic since first grade

We can battle in the doorway or the hallway

We can take the shit to the street, off and on Broadway

We can battle where you buy your cheap ass clothes in front of Conway

We can battle in the passenger seat of your motherfuckin Hyundai

I really don't care about those other carbon copies

Don't stop Papi- don't stop

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I don’t think it was a vertebra after all

Written on Monday, the 5^th of May, 2003 at 12:00 pm and was filed under: Wallowing

Here I am at my new temp job, enjoying that sort of illicit pleasure that one derives from doing non-work-related things at one's desk. I guess that it is technically my lunch, so I can't get in to too much trouble. Did I mention the sensation of fire ants nibbling on my spine? Oh joy! There's only so much that Acetaminophen can do for you, and then it's just raw guts that keeps you temping. Temper Fi!

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Could I borrow a cup of Vertebrae?

Written on Thursday, the 1^st of May, 2003 at 9:07 pm and was filed under: Wallowing

Ow. I pulled something in my back while watching the cutest baby in the world. I lay on the floor while Melissa tried to get Noah to sleep. He screamed for an hour and a half before Lisa and Stan got home, and then was asleep within minutes.

I slept on the floor there. Last night I could barely roll onto my side. In the morning I was able to crawl to the bathroom. Now I can stumble around on two feet, but I often need things to brace me.

I'm gonna make it to work tomorrow dag gummit.

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