[Dr. Death]

You are a kind of broken, plastic gargoyle. Cheap, but with your own brand of terrible beauty. A grotesque for the 10 second attention span generation.

It's a shame how seemingly-all-encompassingly-accurate-yet-not-quite that description is, flawed only by the fact you forgot to mention I am better than Sunupu. So close to perfection, yet so far away due to the absence of such integral information.

[BadgerBob]

It's a shame how seemingly-all-encompassingly-accurate-yet-not-quite that description is, flawed only by the fact you forgot to mention I am better than Sunupu. So close to perfection, yet so far away due to the absence of such integral information.

The bit of you that is Sunupu is probably your only redeeming spiritual feature.

[Dr. Death]

Equating unempowerment with spirituality is a mindfuck purveyed by the elite. What better way to control the masses than by instilling a sense of gratification in their own ineffectually?

It is a wholly aspiritual construct by its very nature, concerned with monopolizing the limited resources of corporeal fulfillment and sufficing the have-nots with unlimited concepts of spiritual fulfillment that have been skewed not to impede the process. It is one child taking another's toys and telling him what a good boy he is for sharing.

There is no true spirituality in the perceiving one's self as lesser because there is no true spirituality in inequality; one cannot perceive one's self as lesser while simultaneously perceiving we are all cells in the same God-organism of the universe.

[FunkBone]

Barbara B. Mann was 100 years old when she died last sunday. I know only a little about her, but the theater at Edison Community College has been the Barbara B. Mann Performing Arts Center for years. There are few jobs that tolerate the schedule of a touring musician/tech, but stage hand at BBM was one of them. I met my sax player doing stage hand work up there. I worked on a lot of cool shows that came through (sound crew for Phantom of the Opera was a blast), saw some cool concerts (Jethro Tull is still a band), and George Carlin was there every other year 'til he died. One of the drummers I worked with used to do stuff with the jazz band at the college, and they would have cool events there in the theater. I stopped working there when I missed the load out of Cats. I was walking on the beach with my brother under the influence of mushrooms when I realized the time and said, "Shit, do you know where I'm supposed to be right now?". It is a comfortable familiar feeling for me to see a show there, surrounded by memories. So I was up there last sunday with my brother who had bought us tickets to see Dave Chappelle. I didn't know he was back doing stand up any more than I knew that Barbara had died that morning. Dave was funny as hell.

[sunupu]

I saw Chappelle Chicago right after that race-baiting clusterfuck he had in Hartford. I thought he killed it but my dad was convinced he sucked ass.

Comedy is weirdly subjective like that. The fact that two people can walk away with completely different opinions on what they saw blows my mind.

[Dr. Death]

You know his break down was caused by the Illuminati.

[FunkBone]

They are a racist bunch, I hear.