Æ*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Æ * __ __ * + _____ ____ ____ ______/ |_____ ____ ___ ______/ |___________ + * \__ \/ \ / __ \/ ___\ __\ \ _ \/ \/ ___\ __/__ \_ __ \ * + / __ \_ | \ /_/ >\__ \| | Y Y \<_> ) | \__ \| |\ ___/| | \/ + * (____ /_| /___ /____ >|__|__|_| /___/__| /___ >|__| \__ \|__| * + \/ \/____/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ + * 08.25.03 angstmonster issue 34 * Æ*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Æ ¡edited (poorly) by gir¡ Homie G Dawg Guy: dude im going to go on a trip to vegas with a shit load of drugs and shit and write a tfile about it someday i am not gir: it's called defcon §+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++¡contents¡++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++§ + + + Brief words from gir + + We're here to help! OR tdqsbssdassoe rez + + back in the day incedium 02 + + Lost thoughts... jynx + + THE FIGHT LOGS! + + unplaced vorstyles + + Thoughts concerning the number three oregano + + just because i'm a cat person doesn't mean i can't bark gir + + v0rstyles beer bread vorstyles + + + §+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++¡contents¡++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++§ ------------------------ : Brief Words from gir : ------------------------ Life has been different since I saw Cat Schwartz's boobies and then I found out that Wesley Willis died. While I was not a huge Wesley Willis fan, something about his passing saddens me, as it saddens many aspiring writers and textfile gods. Many of us don't know how to react or how life will go on now that the great patron saint of turning anything into a song has stepped into the next world. So with much respect to him and his fans, here is a little something special... CAT SCHWARTZ'S BOOBIES! ARE ON TECH TV CAT SCHWARTZ'S BOOBIES! ARE ON THE INTERNET BOOBIES BOOBIES BOOBIES I SAW HER BOOBIES ON THE INTERNET CAT SCHWARTZ'S BOOBIES ARE THE GREATEST THING YET! CAT SCHWARTZ DID YOU KNOW YOUR BOOBIES ARE ON THE INTERNET? CAT SCHWARTZ I LIKE TO WATCH YOU ON CALL FOR HELP CAT SCHWARTZ YOU MAKE ME BLOG IN MY PANTS CAT SCHWARTZ CAT SCHWARTZ COME ON PEOPLE, ROCK OUT OVER CAT SCHWARTZ! And in memorial of the great Wesley Willis, do not be silent. Continually rock out regardless of the occasion. If you find yourself in the middle of a really boring lecture tomorrow stand up and confess that you will not stand to be taught this or that unless you are allowed the freedom to rock out while doing so. Demand to rock out if you have to. Tell your teacher that he needs to throw his chalk down and walk out the door and get some McDonald's. Once he does that, tell him to come back and teach class while rocking out. At first your professor might not understand what it all means but after some french fries it will slowly begin to make sense. Your professor will come to know, as Wesley Willis did, that the salt on McDonalds fries contains a secret ingredient that induces rocking out. Once this rocking out starts, it can not be stopped. Anyone willing to succumb to the powers of McDonald's secret salt and rocking out, is an ARMY OF ONE that does not believe in war hawk propaganda or other suck hateful things. ROCKING OUT IS LOVE AND LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED! BE FREE WILD HIPPIE CHILDREN OF THE MCDONALD'S FRENCH FRY! YOU HAVE A FRIEND IN THE LATE WESLEY WILLIS! I hope that when his friends and family hold services proper for Mr. Willis that there will be much rocking out and many laughs in that longing way that makes you sappy... So while you read this installment of angstmonster, we all hope you are rocking out, because if it wasn't for rocking out there wouldn't be much point to life now would there? And if anyone asks, be sure to get fries with that. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- : We're to help! : : OR : : The direct quantitative similarities betwixt saying something definitive : : and saying something open ended : : by rez : ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- An open ended statement, often some particular question which leaves an answer as a permanent variable (such as: What is your favorite color? "Blue!") can be a very confusing thing. Oddly enough it seems, for some people, it can be a very definitive and simple thing. I will say this: I understand questions which leave answers as a variable. Not in the mathematical sense- not at all. HAH! I don't really... get... math. I DIGRESS... I completely understand the question: "What is art?" Not simply because I have studied art, I think. Maybe it is because I have the personality to allow this 'permanent variable' to exist. However, for this piece, this is rather unimportant. But in the interest of the angstmonster, I shall leave what I have written so far and continue on. Recently, in a thesis on Readership and art, differentiating the qualities of fine art and graphic design and comparing them, I proposed that art and graphic design are one and the same and at the same time quite different. How you say? Well my idea lies thusly: Art is not something with a very solid definition. Not a Webster's definition, art has one of those- this would be the personal definition. Why someone could throw shit on a canvas and paint the Virgin Mary underneath it and call it art and some others call it just that- shit. Readership, an idea proposed by graphic designers working after the rigidity of the Swiss idiom of design, states that art can mean anything to any person at any time. The problem with, or perhaps the solution to the question of what graphic design is compared to art (and vice versa) is found in the permanent variable of the personal meaning of art. I could make a t-shirt that a viewer may find so impeccable that they drop to their knees and proclaim it the highest for of art ever seen by human eyes. At the same time, another person may call it just that- shit. This person would invariably hold the opinion that the no eye-browed Mona Lisa is the pinnacle of all things holy and oil-painted and the highest form of art in the galaxy. The idea of readership is not that they are both wrong, but that they are both right. A person is a complex thing. Not like a potato, which is just a spud growing from the ground (very much not complex thing, a potato...) - it has emotions and thoughts and urges and human things (the human, not the potato). It is nigh impossible to quantify human emotion. Thus, as art fits very closely with emotion, how is it possible to quantify forms of art? I propose that it is not. Not one person can have the same ideas about an image. I have seen this in critique and in thesis- people simply have different ideas about the same things. It is unavoidable. It *should* be unavoidable. But maybe this is just my opinion. Because maybe you've read this a little different than someone else. I mean... this is art, right...? ------------------- : back in the day : : by incedium 02 : ------------------- Do you remember back in the day when you and your other little grade two buddys would spend hours upon hours chasing each other endlessly through the various parks and forests in the area. You would give up food, water toys and video games for a chance to use up your valuable energy on chasing other boys. These were the days, reminiscing i ponder what exactly was my favourite way to play tag. So thus was born this t file. 1. Tag your plain normal average tag, no brains necessary just run like a little girl laughing and giggling along chasing your little male buddys while they to giggle and laugh. If your it you run and run and run until you manage to grab one of your little boy friends from behind and giggle even harder. If you're not it you run and run and run until your grabbed from behind hearing a vicious giggle and then scream and scream at the injustice of it all. The most commonly played tag among little boys. 2. Gang Tag basically the same as normal tag except that once your grabbed from behind in a giggling embrace you to join the legions and aim to grab more and more little boys until every little boy in the park has been grabbed from behind. This was always one of my favourites i mean what can be better for a young influential child running around grabbing other boys. 3. The Holding Hand Gang Tag again basically the same as gang tag only that once your grabbed from behind you hold hands with the boy that grabbed you and head out on a quest to grab another boy and make it a threesome. I wasn't to much of a fan of this game because i always got chased by billy and he had dirty hands. 4. Capture the flag This game of tag involves hiding from other boys while creeping into their base and stealing their underwear, this was quite a fun game i must say, stalking young boys through the woods before creeping into their base and taking their panties back to yours and becoming so excitied about it. Magical 5. Brandy this tag involved running around giggling like little girls while the person who is it throws his balls at you, should he manage to hit you in the face with one of his balls, you would generally cry as it isn't really very nice to get slapped in the head with balls 6. Catch and kiss this is the game that all little boys played when they spied a little girl. I mean they couldn't let their little boy friends whom they have frolicked with and held their hands for so long think that they are queer could they looking back now I realised, I FUCKING HATED TAG!!! i was always one of the kinda boys who sat in their room doing less queer things...like playing with barbie dolls. -------------------- : Lost thoughts... : : by jynx : -------------------- Have you ever wondered where those lost thought patterns go? You know the ones... when ur doing something monotonous or mentally unstimulating and as ur mind usually does, it approaches a few random problems... these could be deep seeded philosophical marvels or something mundane like where your next meal will come from and what it might be? Then as life does it throws something totally unexpected at you something idiotic or possibly something enlightening. All of a sudden that interesting thought pattern is lost and not for the life of you can you pick up your trail again. You try to back track and only find that mundane stuff which had been their originally. I feel unbelievably empty when this happens it seems like just as you had the key to a subconscious problem that had been plaguing you, you stumble and lose it back into the dark recesses of your subconscious. Then you spend the next hour or 2 wondering what that lost thought was which becomes yet another problem and it stacks and stacks until ur problems are so problematic the answers to the problem are a problem in them selves. I think this is the mental equivalent of a hoola hoop ( STUPIDIST TOY AND INVENTION EVER!!!) (that and the pogo stick). SO yeh basically I had this issue at work the other day while scrubbing under a large grill which is a permanent part of the structure, which I found a most pointless exercise. My manager on the other hand found it unusually amusing, we've had a vindictive bond in which I make it obvious he has an IQ much less than three figures, his response is of course to make me do the most humiliatingly pointless and physically demanding chores that his under-powered brain can dream up. Charming really... Any way back to the topic there I am scrubbing cement till 'he can see his face in it' (to which he laughed painfully for an hour, come to think o fit his head does look like a slab of cement lol) neway yeh I was sitting there trying to dredge up my lost thought and failed miserably I think I was thinking about my ex girlfriend and what would have happened had I said or done something different you know that irritating thing you do when you wonder what would've happened if you did something different while reminding yourself you can't change the past ok well now I think about it I think that was before whatever I was thinking... yeh anyway doing this while scrubbing I of course do something stupid not watching what I'm doing I reach to far in and hook the ID bracelet my girl friend gave me on something under there and the link snaps.. hours later I recover it with a bit of ingenuity and a wire and remembered I forgot what I was thinking about. Overall it was a pretty interesting day i broke something irreplaceable, solved a problem I can't remember and spent a few hours of precious life doing something absolutely pointless for a few pieces of paper which will no doubt pay for something even less pointless than the original task. I'll take solace in knowing I'm not alone in hating my job and my social (but most definitely not intellectual) superiors. I'M in business communication technologies... I think I know more about my computer than my lecturer does how can sumone who knows less than you teach you something. - The greatest fool can ask more than the wisest man can answer- some Chinese proverb I think... ------------------- : THE FIGHT LOGS! : ------------------- Estell is now known as girbles can i have ops now >>> You(estell_) are now known as estell ahha mabye oregano2K has joined #angstmonster what trickery!!! hi, monsters and estell HI OREGANO! hi oregano hahahahahaha girbles smells funny and likes to many girls hi, gir hi oregano ive decided im gay he likes them full-bodied Russian girls haha with the big butts I would like everyone to know my gayness write about it in your zine girbot! yeah, deadline is tomorrow "gir goes gay" i shall write about well i don't know well stellbot! my zine is a travesty it exists no longer I SHALL TAKE IT OVER THAT'S WHAT WILL HAPPEN ah but i already have dont you see what has happened i am now gir! no more angstmonster? nope its finished that sucks well life deals us shit hands sometimes so I can be an official write for Kids On Bridges now? sure girbles was kicked off #angstmonster by estell (NOT GIR YOU ARE!) girbles has joined #angstmonster oh, you are cheese-its no iam not wait haha hey estell op me please >>> You(estell) are now known as NOOPS4GIR gir needs ops gir can suck a gay wang i already did it was daves HAWT i want to be there hahaha yikes, gir is really estell that is freaky hehe so angstmonster is not really dead hiss boo oh i just hurt my knee thats what you get for...challenging me to a duel you know, why don't you two just get a room, you obviously are hot for each other? woah gir is gay no girls eh this is getting old i need to go get bunny food girbles is now known as BUNNYFOOD ---------------- : unplaced : : by vorstyles : ---------------- when you pack do you have that last straggler stuff? the stuff that just doesn't get into a box its like the kid that comes late to the field trip and can't find a spot on the bus i mean stuff that doesn't even get a box and when everything is packed you think, "oh... you...get in here..." but there is no room soo it goes in a bag the bag!!! its the stuff that feels left out segregated from the other stuff it has no group, or label kitchen, front bedroom, or entertainment then everything is moved... and they all cheer as they are unpacked bragging about their new spots room by room you go, unloading memories onto shelves but the stuff in the bag is forgotten left in the car or thrown in a corner until everything has been unpacked and all the good spots are taken then when discovered the bag stuff is tossed around tucked in nooks and crannys put in drawers, or in the dreaded GARAGE that is the stuff in my desk the stuff that makes no sense to keep i can't bring myself to throw this stuff away because i myself would not want to be discarded for having no place in the world yet. ---------------------------------------- : Thoughts concerning the number three : : by oregano : ---------------------------------------- Note, this file is not an official oregano file. This is a bootleg file of sorts, a placeholder if you will. Picture you have two stacks of CDs and one is classical music and the other is R&B and you have one artist of each letter of the alphabet and you always need the two alphabet stacks to line up so you have a a blank white CD with no CD in it so that when you take a CD from either stack, you put the blank one in its place, the stacks still line up. That is this file. Any more explanation and the explanation becomes the file. Okay, the number three is a cool number. It is just complicated enough of a number that you never know if something is a multiple of three. Like is 365 a multiple of 3? I ahve no idea, I will let the math people ponder that one. See? 2 is easy. so is five and ten. but three? Who knows, too hard. My head hurts. I hope you all like number three, it is a good number, and part of my 2nd favorite number which is 359 which is not a multiple of three. How do I know? I did the math. ------------------------------------------------------------ : just because i am a cat person doesn't mean i can't bark : : by gir : ------------------------------------------------------------ there's a dog on top of my terminal someone found him on the floor maybe he just got lost or no one wanted him no more he's been there for a few months now but he still looks lost maybe it's because no one's named him no one's claimed him i'm not much on dogs but he's a keeper no doubt since i've known him, he's barely been loud or quick to bark unless of course you consider that one time there was an irate customer! it drove my canine friend mad perhaps this is why he got left behind his owner, clearly and commonly irate thought it was wise to do away with his problematic bundle of bark and bite but he didn't take in to account who should befriend the dog but a would be slob of a retail clerk who much like the dog, doesn't do business with jerks! ------------------------ : v0rstyles beer bread : : by vorstyles : ------------------------ v0rstyles at it again, breaking out the cooking stylee. This one goes out to all you alcoholics, and bread lovers. This recipe was originally one me moms made when we were kids, but i fixed it, and she says mine is 10x better than hers. soo without further introduction. v0rstyles beer bread. 2 cups of self-rising flour 1/2 cup sugar 1 beer ( 12 oz preferably) 1 stick of butter gets you a big ass bowl, and toss in the flour, and the sugar. find you a spoon, or a stick or something, and stir as you pour in the beer... it will be a bit wet, unlike a normal bread dough. take your bread pan, and coat it in butter, then pour in the bread dough. chop up the butter stick, and throw the pieces into the bread... feel free to push them in with the stick or spoon. throw into the oven at 350 degrees, and bake... it will be done when it is crusty on top, and kinda golden brown. if you take it out, and it doesn't seem done... throw its sorry ass back in the oven for a bit more. i've tried different beers, such as apple, and crap. i found the best to be the negra modelo, which is not too hard to find... but i don't own stock soo i don't care if you by it. eat lots of bread, and get a ghetto booty like gir. æææææææææææææææææææ æ Æfterthought(s) æ æææææææææææææææææaæ I originally planned to celebrate my return to college with partaking in the joy that is using THE microwave that sits less than twenty feet away from me. So there I was with my little bag of microwaved popcorn which I eagerly poured into my awesome giant blue popcorn bowl and I take a bite and the popcorn in question has the strangest taste to it. IT WAS YUCKY AND I SHOULD'VE STUCK WITH SUNCHIPS. However, this catastrophe reminded me that ch33z-1t and I (along with other AM affiliates) have returned to the belly of the beast that is GMU and it might not be a pretty semester. Chances are we might encounter a DOUCHE or two and that means that come the end of the year it'll be time once more for angstmonster's DOUCHE OF THE YEAR which we ever so gracefully stole from our favorite show ever. So we're going to do our hardest to interact with some douchey people just so we can make our contest more fleshed out since no one really cares. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT ALL YOU PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO DON'T CARE, YOU'RE FUCKING DOUCHES AND I HATE YOU AND AM TOTALLY GOING TO NOMINATE YOU FOR A CHANCE TO WIN THE 2003 DOUCHE OF THE YEAR AWARD PRESENTED BY ANGSTMONSTER! SO WATCH OUT, BECAUSE I RUN THIS SHIT AND CAN TOTALLY RIG THE CONTEST! AND DON'T THINK I WONT! _____ / |\ |\ /\ |\ | \ | | |/ |/ < > |/ | * / |_| | | \/ |\ | * FRIENDS: http://www.bubblemonkey.org/cheesencrackers/ !CHEESENCRACKERS! http://www.addendumtextfiles.org/ ¿ADDENDUM¿ http://www.neo-comintern.com *THE NEO-COMINTERN* http://www.angstmonster.org/txt/kob |Kids on Bridges| http://www.textscene.com CURRENT TEXTFILE SCENE OTHER THINGS WE DO: http://www.angstmonster.org/txt/turd THE UNDEAD RISE, DAMMIT! http://www.angstmonster.org/txt/il +iMPULSE LAMEALITY+ ?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿? 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