Welcome To My Hell

…needs to be locked.

To my dismay, I hopped onto TorrentSpy tonight to download some perfectly legal material. And came to find that because I have an IP address that resides in the U.S. I can no longer search the torrent listing.

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Sorry, but because you are located in the USA you cannot use the search features of the Torrentspy.com website.Torrentspy’s decision to stop accepting US visitors was NOT compelled by any Court but rather an uncertain legal climate in the US regarding user privacy and an apparent tension between US and European Union privacy laws.

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However, I am not giving up my favorite torrent search engine without a fight.

Solution: If you simply go to any proxy website, you should be able to circumvent the IP detection as the proxy server will make it appear as if you are accessing the website from outside U.S. borders.

I use this one. You can however find a whole list of other free proxies here.

Ok, so once you find one all you need do is fill in the URL. (TorrentSpy.com) like so:

Enjoy.

…the crowd was MUCH smaller than the last time they came through here. that and the Avalon has apparently seen fit in their wisdom to install benches across almost every inch of space in the venue. this allowed two things: one, people could sit down. show energy is much easier to maintain if people are up moving about. two: it prevented free movement of the crowd and quite obviously had a detrimental effect on the overall experience. we could even tell that the band was slightly irritated. i wonder if they just might skip SLC on their next tour due to the combination of bad venue design and poor crowd turnout. i hope not. perchance they will request a change of venue next time, for one that allows not only beer and smoking, but also allows for actual marketing of the event.

I totally agree. The whole church pew thing they had set up was just a turn off in every aspect.

As far as the crowd size goes though, keep in mind that last year everyone turned out to see KMFDM, and were pleasantly surprised when Combichrist blew them out of the water. This year was all Combichirst fans, so if we count up the number of ‘combichrist’ fans vs. last year, it was a significant increase.

I hope they’ll come back next year. But as you stated. It needs to be marketed. Every Area 51 attendee breathes Combichrist the second they get in the door. If every potential fan was able to attach a band name to “that song they like.” then it would have been a sell out show.

Quoted blog taken from “The Captain“

But how you ask?

Well Timmy, it’s really quite simple. Allow me to give you an example.

Legend:
House A: Where my grandmother lives.
House B: Where the new neightbor lives
Red Line: Property line between the two houses.
Yellow Box: The section of grass that the neighbor refuses to mow because he thinks that the property line is the end all be all of his lawn and it isn’t his responsibility.
Blue Dot: Delicious Cake

Now in the neighbor’s defense, he’s right. It isn’t his responsibility to mow that section of the grass if he doesn’t want to. It is on my grandma’s side of the property line. However, I’ve always been a big fan of going out of your way to do a good thing, or just show some human to human courtesy. But it seems that the neighbor is diliberately going out of his way to be an asshole by not mowing a portion of his lawn that is part of the same patch of grass as the rest of his yard.

So — I mowed his entire lawn. It’s simply priceless that in this way I can be nice to someone, while at the same time sending them a clear and obvious message to go fuck themselves.

… You MISSED IT!

I am deaf. Must sleep.

Those of you in the West Jordan area right now are probably seeing the same thing I am. I’ve never seen a hail storm this bad before. I hope the storm isn’t as far as Sandy City, otherwsie my car is going to be brutalized by balls of ice.

Hell yeah! I’ll see you all there at 19:00!

I got a couple emails the other day asking me how I got the idea for the domain name ‘welcometomyhell.com’. Allow me to fill you in.Â

Jamie, Cassie and Ciena. You three get to be my examples since I have pictures of you. If that’s a problem, let me know.

Alright. I just want to let you all in on the hell that is my life really quick. These are three of about six or seven girls that I see (or did see) on a regular basis. Everywhere I go, the club, the bar, etc. I am usually escorted by one of these fine specimens. (And believe me, those pictures do no justice. The way Ciena looked tonight at Area 51 and Dee’s, drew so many eyes it was getting annoying.) Anyway, it’s not unusual to see me come with one and leave with another. However, no one is ever wise to the fact that I have absolutely no romantic involvement with any one of them. When people are not whispering about me amongst each other, saying things like “He’s gotta be gay.” or “He must have money.” I’ll have guys ask me: “How do you do it?”

I have my inital reaction of wanting to hit them as hard as I can out of the pent up frustration, and then I tell them that I don’t have any kind of relationship with any of them past platonics. See, we’ve all been sexually frustrated. But it’s not the same as it is for everyone else as it is for me. The girls I hang out with are all either 8’s, 9’s, or I dare say 10’s. I don’t know my appeal, I just make a good ‘guy friend’. I endure constant flirting, innuendos, confidence, intmacy, as well as just having to look at them all day without any sort of release what so ever. It’s miserable to say the least. Try this: Accompany one of these girls shopping for revealing clothing sometime, and see how many times you can answer the question “How does this one look?” before flipping out and hitting yourself in the face. (to distract from the pain). Sometimes, it gets so bad that the only time I can take my attention off my penis is when I’m in my car. (Which oddly enough, is in the shop tonight. So maybe that’s why I’m just a little bit worse off this evening.)

The moral? None. But all you people bitching about being the “best friend” have no concept of what that can be like on a scale larger then one person. So allow me to get you a straw so you can suck it the fuck up.

So there you have it. Welcome to my hell.

I have a bunch of different things running through my head. But at the moment I am enthrawled with a movie, and I’m typing this out quickly, rather then forgetting to later.

It was Fetish Night tonight at Area 51. It was rather depressing. I spent the better part of the evening in a cycnical and contemplative mood. I realized that all of the things that I like to think are “me”, may not be me at all.

I’m an attention whore. I’m one of the worst ones. Short of yelling out in the middle of a crowded room at least…

I start to think about all the things I love about me. My car, the way I dress, martial arts, my intellect, my funny quirks and mental abnormalities that have thus far worked to my benefit. But then I realize that in the beginning, all of these things are but mediums in which I have used to draw attention to myself. My car is a fast and red. The way I dress is very outstanding and unusual. The martial arts I have practiced for years and years are but very flamboyant demonstration pieces. My intelligence is the biproduct of not having any friends as a kid, which I now sometimes use to demonstrate my superiority over some people. And finally, my funny quirks are attention drawing in themselves when and if people notice them. Tourette’s and Grapheme Synesthesia make for an interesting personality cocktail. Of course, most are not aware of these disorders. And I actually prefer it that way.

All these things, I use them to stand out. I feel like but one of 4.5 billion people, and that I must somehow find a way to isolate myself from the group in order to be noticed. I feel like a penguin trying to find the best stone to impress a mate.

I genuinely feel like I am worth something. I don’t have the self esteem issue I once did. But I look around me, all these people, happily married/dating, whatever. I see some of the nicest girls sleeping with pricks…Â I’m a nice guy. I am. And I have alot to offer. But the fact is, is that I don’t know anyone. If I don’t know anyone, no one can know me. The only people I associate with are my friend Vann and my coworkers.

*sigh* Right. Well that’s all I suppose.

Have you ever ran around with a retro-modded shotgun, injected yourself with at least 10 genetically altering substances, while shooting several people who are wearing very Donnie-Darko-esque masks as portions of the Nutcracker Suite were played in the background?

They weren’t kidding when they said that “You’ve never played a shooter like this.”

So, if you haven’t already, would you kindly beef up your computer and buy a copy?

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I wonder what ever happened to my old Karate Instructor. A few years before I took up Aikido I took Karate lessons at Copperview Community Center for a while. Made it up to a purple belt I think. Heh.

Last I heard he moved down to Arizona somewhere…

That was random, I know. I just happened across a familar face on MySpace earlier and got to wondering what ever happened to the rest of that crowd.

Heh, I got into a fight with a vegan at Apollo Burger today. I was just minding my own food and this neo-hippy-PETA nut, comes up to me and starts going off on how they tortured the cow I’m eating.

Why do they always have a bone to pick with me and go out of their way to bust my ‘chops’?

This isn’t the first time this has happened. I don’t understand why so many vegans have beef with me anyway. It’s so damn cheesy for them to milk political correctness. Just because I bring home the bacon, doesn’t mean I’m egging them on. The ’stakes’ are high on this one, but they’re all too chicken to stand up to the criticism anyway.

Just because I want to eat the burger, doesn’t mean I want to ‘meet’ the cow.

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Heh. Looking at the list, I can see I’ve pretty much ordered the numbers according to which has the most desirable personality traits.

Ever consider which numbers you prefer over another? Try it.

After I saw the first Harry Potter movie. I immediately knew that the day would come when Emma Watson would be one of the most searched names on the internet.

Well, after all the skeptics, nay-sayers, and false claims of my underlying pedophilia. Here we are. 6 years later, and she is all over the internet. I can’t navigate to a single image board without seeing her at least once.

Score one for Jeffrey bishes!