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Apr. 18th, 2002 | 01:45 pm
mood: headache-ridden
music: nomeansno - wrong

the well is dry, folks. not that it was a well to begin with. but whatever it was, there isn't anything left. bored, bored, bored with life...that's what it looks like to me. maybe it's just the evil work-me talking. maybe i'll have something to say when the week is done and the robot can rest. perhaps i'll have something to say about the SF international film festival after this weekend. i plan on seeing a couple of films despite the drawback of tickets costing too much. $9 is too goddamn much for any movie even if it is a film festival. well, maybe there are a few worth $9. i can't seem to think of any at the moment.

oh yes...skate-punk fans rejoice! alternative tentacles is doing some issuing and re-issuing of the classics by such bands as free beer, los olvidados and the much revered drunk injuns. should be pretty sweet. save up those greenbacks, kids. and if those rumors are true about lookout releasing a box set of the old thrasher magazine comps...whoa

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