Posted by John Kim [128.100.124.123] [pratt123.vicu.utoronto.ca] [Mozilla/4.08 [en] (WinNT; U ;Nav)] on October 25, 1999 at 16:27:09:
Hey there, (if anyone is indeed there.
How can I be sure if you are? I can
only be assured in the fact that some
wayfaring assortment of people may
stumble upon this, by most improbable
chance layered on top of most improbable
chance, and take with this stumbling,[like it or not,you are here, now you
know you must read on]find that this
'message' is of some value and entertain
ment, or that you find there is a
sense of stark familiarity between this
message and your underlying thoughts; or
at the other end of the 'at the least'
spectrum, I hope that I provoke some
sort of rapidal sucession of critical
thought. And if I fail in all these things,
I just hope that someone reading this
will understand what I am saying.
I'm gonna prod you with these dumb
words. Words that have probably been
said many times before, I have no doubt. Something has taken over me.
Something I've been wanting to say, and
am just now coercing out.
I was originally going to post because
of the reason that nobody else has, of
yet. But now I sort of think my agenda
and motivation has been skewed. But I
really do hope you keep this thing up
Wild Jayne! It'll grow, for sure! And
I really like the whole site by the way.
It's real bitchin' and pleasing to the
eye. (Except the red, sometimes hurts) I
don't know why more people aren't
finding their way on to this merry piece
of the web, (Or why, there aren't more
people who are into the Beatnik Termites
for that matter...but that's a different
issue in it in itelf isn't it? And
that's not exactly something we'd really
want to happen now, is it? For the
Termites to get really big. I know it's
kind of sad, but it seems to me, that
a prevalent desire, atleast for me,
that I must fight with and really ask
myself is that there seems to be a need
to have this special feeling of being
into something exciting, something
semi-exclusive, and secretive. A secret
club, an underground socio-lite group,
if you will. "Punk rock comrades in the
ongoing struggle against the mundane,
the meaningless, fear, struggle, death.
This is what's in, young kids. If you
want to be cool and underground and
original, if you want to escape from
the comformity of everyday life, the
9 to 5, the daily grind, if you want
eternal life, join the punk rock corps
and your life will be heaps better and
the sun will always shine around you.
The great punk rock cunundrum (sp?) of
people who like punk music but are
afraid they're alienating themselves and
everyone else...???
An ultimate fallacy? Can't really get
everything I'm thinking onto type here...
Yeah so with that, on a very cheery note,
----I got my copy of Bubblecore about a
week or so ago!!! Have been listening to
it as much as possible ever since.
(Which proves my punk rock dedication
and zealousy. But also means I play the
CD whenever my roomate isn't around
because he's kind of the poopy character.
Plus, I need to use his stereo to play
my CDs because I don't have a computer
yet(!) [need-based consumerism--
Do I really NEED a computer? Or have I
already been brainwashed?]
and I don't want to ask him because
he'll get this really grave and bent
look on his face, like he's doing me
some big favor or something like that,
and and he'll say something like "sure,
you can" in a voice all cheery and
disguised in complacency. Which would be
fine in any other situation, if he
REALLY meant it, or if he didn't care,
but in this case he'd be doing it
because he's adhering to the
good-roomate-role, and trying to be the Fuck that. I don't
want to use his stereo if he's gonna be
that way. If he doesn't want me to use
his stereo he should come right out and
say it, I wouldn't care. I wouldn't
want HIM using my stuff either, so hey,
no harm, no freakin' foul. Hell, in the
end, I don't really care. He can listen
to his Collective Soul and his
hard rock radio stations I don't care.
Complete with it's coded messages, it's
slowly suggestive role-fulfilling tendencies.
it's stereotypical roles it befits to
it's listeners. Some people need that.
It's his brain, his junk that he chooses
to put in there. To each, his own,
treasurable junk. Whatever does the
trick.
College woes...
So before I go, let me ask everyone
there, is Bubblecore not the most
sweetest, most delecible thing you've
listened to in ages? This is
definitely one of my favorite Long
Player's in a long while since "Punk
Rock Confidential".
Come on all you brave souls, I know
you're out there. I braved it, now it's
your turn to jump the boat. Say
something cool and neat, something
completely idiotic, complain about
YOUR roomate, I really don't care.
Let me feel better in your suffering.
I need someone to type to.