| Liz the Biz Featuring at The Willow House Tonight! |
[25 Oct 2007|08:54am] |
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Tonight, I am featuring over at the Willow House. Unfortunately, I work until 8:30pm and the feature starts at 9pm. So, if I'm a little late don't sweat it. Like you would show up anyway, jerk.
Stephen G. Roy is hosting, wee!
Willow House
149 W McDowell Rd, Phoenix, AZ 85003
The southeast corner of 3rd Avenue and McDowell
(602) 252-0272
To be read:
Super Jesus, Rainbows and Unicorns (and other such bullshit), I have cat powers, Crazy crackhead attack, It's okay to be (not) gay, among others. Plus you get to hear how utterly EXCITING my life is these days. As you may've guessed, not very.
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| I hope my eyeballs don't fall out |
[22 Jun 2007|02:42am] |
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I've been working the floor of my new call center job for about three days now. So far, so good. However, I can't help but notice something about my eyeballs.
I'm finding that they get really itchy and watery now. Especially halfway through the day. I'm thinking that maybe it's because all I do now is stare at a computer screen all fucking day. Coming home and staring at a screen probably doesn't help much either.
I've also noticed that my nose tends to run a lot lately. However, the two things may not be related. My coworkers sometimes like to take off their shoes and don't take into consideration that all of us are contained within a series of cubes that as far as I can tell holds the putrid smell of feet reeeeeally well.
But, being the paranoid individual that I am, maybe they are in fact related and perhaps there's some sort of horrible growth and/or mutant brain-devouring alien residing inside my head that's causing all this.
... or maybe these are just symptoms of dying inside just a little bit more. Either way, I think I need more sleep.
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| Tra La Life |
[03 Jun 2007|01:36am] |
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Music really sucks these days, and by days I mean the past decade. I haven't heard anything worthwhile on the radio for such a long time that I've just stopped listening to it. What's the point? Why listen to the same crap? It all sounds like the same goddamn band anyway. And what the fuck is emo? I don't even know anymore, and frankly, I don't want to know. Damn kids and their emotions. This being said, I've had to look elsewhere for music that doesn't suck so much. Even then, it's hard to find a musician whose music has a mission, music that gives people something to believe in again. Being as cynical and, admittedly, as lazy as I am, I thought I would never find such a musician. But thankfully, I was wrong.
Browsing the interweb, as I often do, I happened upon a music video from Europe. Where in Europe? That doesn't matter. It belongs to the world, you know. Upon experiencing this video, my eyeballs and my ears tore themselves from my head and went into shock. That's how great it was. Who is this, this saviour of music everywhere?
The man, the myth, the legend that is ... GUNTHER.
Now, I realize it took me a long time to discover and experience the GUNTHER. He's been floating around the states since 2004, but you know, I'm not know to be "hip" or "with it" on things. Especially concerning music. But enough about that.
This is Gunther
I must admit, at first glance I thought it was the younger brother of John Stamos with a hacked Elvira wig. But don't let this fool you. For more proof, here are the videos to Tutti Fruiti Summer Love and Teeny Weeny String Bikini. Admittedly, they are basically the same songs. And the same videos. But they are FANTASTIC videos. Visual and musical magic that will make you believe in love again.
However, as great and magical as they all, they cannot compare, and in fact nothing else on earth can ever compare, to the Ding Dong Song. And if that doesn't seal the deal for you, which would be impossible but just in case, here's the video he did with Samantha Fox. Samantha Fox! Your mind is blown, no doubt.
But Gunther is so much more than just mind-blowing music. He's about changing the world. Oh, and if you're wondering why after every video it says "to be continued", it's because there is no stopping Gunther. He's like a force of nature. After watching his videos for a week straight, I visited his website, Gunthernet.com. In it, it says "Günther has always been in the entertainment industry and now he feels it is time to change the attitude of the world to do something better." Y'see??? Finally, a musician that gives back to the world without adopting third-world children or starting reality television shows! Gunther is a GOD!
"Günther wants to change the worlds look at the sexual way of thinking, so he have started a new trend to sexualise it more in the world. 'A Günther trend'.
He has only started his mission to go out in the world and spread the message of Love." Oh, hell yeah. Jesus never existed, man. This is the guy we've been waiting for.
"The four main things in Günthers life are Champagne, Glamour, Sex and Respect!" And on top of all that, he knows his priorities. Booze is always first on the list. Personally, my list would be Booze, Cigarettes, Masturbation, and Respect, but hey, that's just me.
So that does it. I know now what my mission is. To spread the word, nay, the gospel of true love to the world. The message of ... GUNTHER.
... at least, you know, until I get drunk and forget all about it. RESPECT!
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| BIG FUN TONIGHT! |
[26 Apr 2007|02:39pm] |
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There's gonna be some BIG FUN over at the Willow House poetry reading tonight.
For one, Stephen G. Roy will be featuring. HOLY SHIT! This is more than enough reason for you to leave your basement. I'd bring the tinfoil hat with you, though.
Secondly, I will be hosting. You can rest assured that the night will be filled with failed attempts at being witty, uncomfortable silence, and possibly sparatic gunfire. If you're lucky.
Willow House
3rd Ave. and McDowell
8:00pm
FREE!
(repost or die)
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| Cost-effective therapy |
[30 Mar 2007|12:59pm] |
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I've never been good at keeping a journal. A personal one, anyway. Whenever I start one I either forget to write in it after a while, or I go back to read older entries and I think to myself, "Damn, I was stupid" which leads to the same result. Recently, I received a journal as a present, and considering how the last year and a half has been going, I figured I was overdue to excrete some emotional vomit that no one else really gives a shit about. So, I've been writing in the damn thing for a couple days now, and surprisingly I enjoy it. The decreased risk of murderous rage is a plus, which I think is something we can all appreciate. It's nice to put my thoughts in order again. I get confused from time to time. Like the incident with the riding lawnmower. And that summer when the circus was in town. That being said, I hope I can stick with writing in it, because I want to, and I think I really should, especially with my track record of mental and emotional instability. Even the ol' Liz-meister gets frustrated with all the douchebaggery that comes with being alive. Besides, people with socially-crippling personality disorders can't live by blogging and booze alone. Well, okay. I can. This is just me being mature for once. I guess this means I'm on my way to becoming a real boy, thanks blue fairy!
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| I'm back for more ... |
[30 Mar 2007|12:34am] |
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Well, hi there kiddies!
If you're wondering, I'm Liz "the Biz". I had to create a new account because due to my absent-mindedness, I have forgotten the password to my old account, no_please_no. On top of that, the email address I started the account with is now defunct, so I was pretty much SOL unless I made a new account. But now you may rest easy because I finally decided to get off my lazy ass and do something about it, so that I can light up your life once more. What a nice guy I am.
You can still read the entries from the old account here, they are pretty magical, if I do say so myself.
And soon, there will be more new entries for you to beat off to in the middle of the night when you think no one's watching. But we are watching. Shame on you.
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