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GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD!!

Well, to all the people who probably actually thought I'd dropped off the face of the earth (or perhaps just off the face of LiveJournal), I have an announcement to make. Based on my usual two to four(ish) year shake up, it has been time to retire Urriell (mind you, that isn't why I haven't been updating, I'm just lazy).

So, goodbye, Urriell. We've had a good run, but, unfortunately, my attention span has lost its view of you, and moved on. I still love you....

IT'S NOT ME, IT'S YOU!!!!!!

Ooops....I meant "It's not you, it's me" but hey, who'd be lying then?

For all those who might care, my new lj is under the name of </a></b></a>widdershawns.

Otherwise, I love you all.

Shawn
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So it's time to update. I spose I should be doing this more often, but I haven't, so screw me.
Anyway, here's the BIG update. I'm moving. After April 30th(ish) I will no longer be at the apartment near Columbia with RJ and the other three. There is a very good reason for this. RJ asked me to leave by then, and I told him that I was just going to tell him the say (not about him leaving, but about me leaving by then).
RJ isn't really a bad person. I like him in the hang out with kind of way. But I just can't handle living with him. And I can't handle being treated like a child any more. This is (or was) the place where I am (or was) paying rent, and so I have some rights here in certain things. Anyway, I have nothing personal against RJ. I just can't live with him. And he, thankfully agrees, so there is no real conflict.
Of course, now is where the problems start, considering the fact that I'm still unemployed and now I have to look for an apartment that I can....umm...afford...? Hehe. :)
I just can't help it. I'm an optimist by nature, and this is just making me think "Well, I had planned on only living here for a year, and that's the way it's turning out." Plus, it will hopefully set a fire under my ass and get me going harder on the job search (not that I haven't been looking....).
Well...any comments...?
Ooo....if anyone knows someone who will need a roommate around may, that'd be nice. Or, if anyone knows of someone who will be looking for an apt around may, I think I might have some prospects that my boy gave me. So give me a buzz or comment or something of the sort.

Thanks.

WOOT!!!
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I was in a test mood:


Nggghhaahhh!
Grrr arrr Rum and Monkey.


Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.


Are you damned?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey

You're coming back! And if you are a Hindu you are going to have very specific characteristics:

"The slayer of a woman and the destroyer of embryos becomes a savage full of diseases; who commits illicit intercourse, a eunuch; who goes with his teacher’s wife, disease-skinned. The eater of flesh becomes very red; the drinker of intoxicants, one with discolored teeth...." (Garuda Purana)


Which Famous Homosexual are you?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey
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This was just too juicy NOT to put up:


Yay, Republicans
by Ben Werdmuller

I can't prove it, but I have a sneaking suspicion that Andy "the jock" Clark from The Breakfast Club, Stifler from American Pie and Darth Vader are all Republicans. It's something to do with their unforgiving outlook on the world; although, sure, they might like to cut loose once in a while, they're starchy collared conservatives at heart. See Andy's unspoken affinity with Principal Vernon, Stifler's frat house schtick, or Darth Vader's desire to crush the universe and rule over it using the awesome evil power of the Dark Side. All classic Republican stuff.

I've got to confess, I'm kind of jealous. My parents are big liberals, and I'm descended from fairly happy-go-lucky ancestors, if you know what I mean. Really, when it comes down to it, I've got this insatiable desire to be a person of uncompromising authority; to be, if you will, a sexist, intolerant arsehole, in the way that only a Republican knows how. And even if it turns out not to be the life for me, the experience will give me a better understanding of my fellow human beings, right? Even if I end up hating them and wanting to stamp on their faces, that's got to be worth something.

I figure there are a number of steps I need to take in order to get there.

Become a cowboy. Republicans love cowboys. They've got this romantic view of the Old West that never existed; they gloss over the fact that most cowboys were black and destitute. America was full of people like John Wayne, who filmed on nuclear test grounds and quietly died of cancer rode horses, shot varmints and came home at the end of the day to a shot of whisky and a night with a kindly prostitute. While Republicans rarely get the chance to ride horses and shoot varmints any more, they certainly try their best to fit the role.

Learn to love killing people. Goddamn, they love to kill. Whether it be the death penalty - who cares if they might turn out to be innocent later; death row inmates tend to be poor and black - or people way out on the other side of the world, killing is more than just a way to inflict a twisted, brutal justice on people who won't conform with mainstream American culture. It's also a sport and a way of life.

Find myself some illegal campaign funds. Hey, it doesn't matter if I'm not actually running for office; everyone needs some illegal funding! Arnold Schwarzenegger broke state law by taking out a personal loan to fund himself, while we all know about the back-room deals between the Bush administration and the Enron folks. I think what I really need to do is go talk to that Ken Lay, because he seems to have funded everybody. Maybe it's some sort of club.

Be pro-business and anti-American. I've just got to repeat the following mantra: big businesses rule, little guys drool. In a lot of ways, it's like psychiatric therapy: you've got to lose all those guilty feelings, because they're just bringing you down. Specifically, I've got to be at one with the idea of giving tax and legal breaks to large corporations, while making average Americans pay for it all and massively expanding the national debt. This is the one that I think is going to be the hardest; maybe the contributions from Ken Lay will make me feel better about it.

Find Jesus in the most massive way, but worship the flag like a false idol. There's nothing like religious contradiction to cement one's Republican status. I've got to worship God absolutely, but understand that God is America. Once I'm there, I can infer that as the stars and stripes are America's patriotic child, the flag is Jesus. Suddenly I've run out of theological problems - of course God is against abortion; of course He's in favour of the tax cut - although I do have to wonder why I hoist Jesus up a pole every morning.

Live in the now. This is the final, and most important, point. To be a Republican I've got to completely forget any vision of the future I might have had, and just use whatever resources we need to make the world work as it is today. That means, for example, drilling for oil in Alaska, even though it's likely to ruin the environment there and spoil that part of the world for its inhabitants for generations to come. That also means repealing environmental laws, tossing out the civil liberties portions of the constitution, and ignoring the spirit of the country as it was founded. Hey, if I'm a really good Republican, we can have a third world war.

A month or two of therapy, a giant Stetson and a big old gas guzzling car, and I'll be away. I'll let you know how I get on.
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OPINION | Open Forum
by Brandon Panaligan
January 08, 2004

I've heard some truly absurd explanations for Britney Spears' marital excursion last weekend. One friend is convinced she was tired of being a virgin. Another fashions Britney as the ultimate fag hag, trying to lift her gay buddy out of his lonely holiday depression. This friend of mine imagines Britney's friend lamenting he might never get to toss the bouquet, especially with the Republicans getting all up in his business recently.
Being a fan of "Alias," my favorite theory is that Ms. Spears is actually a secret agent and that her now-annulled marriage in a Sin City chapel was a public relations coup designed by a sleek and sexy team in a fashionable underground bunker.

In this scenario, good ol' Dubya huddled with some cronies, like Secretary of War Rumsfeld, to figure out how on earth they were gonna keep us drunk, happy and shopping, totally forgetting the orange-colored terror alert, the grounding of at least 12 passenger flights and the deaths of hundreds of soldiers who are still fighting a war for freedom.

"How can we distract them?" good ol' Georgie asked, while signing yet another bill to curtail American liberties at home and political advisor Karl Rove was preparing an all-out assault on gay equality for the coming election. Let's not forget, gay and lesbian soldiers are fighting for the freedom of the Iraqis to pursue happiness when they do not have the same freedom at home.

At the White House, after tapping out a nice ditty on the piano, strategic grandmistress Condoleezza Rice remembered Agent Spears was on assignment in Las Vegas. The team got excited and ran the consumer-confidence numbers on endless scenarios. What if Agent Britney performed a free concert for the children outside the Venetian? Would toy sales balloon? Or what if she "overdosed on fun" at the Hard Rock? What could Agent Spears do to pull the nation's interest away from our continuing losses abroad and make us exercise those gift certificates stuffed by estranged relatives in our stockings?

"I know, I know," Condi yelped. "She can get married!"

I love a good story, but even I have to admit there is a fundamental problem with this Britney-as-agent scenario. In their battle to prevent gays and lesbians from marrying, conservative crusaders repeat again and again that the "institution" of marriage is sacred and must be protected. If she was a secret agent, Ms. Spears was definitely not acting under orders when she demonstrated how "sacred" heterosexual marriage is in modern America.

I cast no judgment on Ms. Spears or Mr. Alexander, nor do I intend to make anything more of their actions than what is self-evident -- marriage is not an institution, like a citadel, which can be attacked or defended. It is neither sacred nor profane. Rather, it is a state of mind and a covenant between two people.

Performing the rite of marriage does nothing to create love, and the phrases "I do" or "Till death do us part" are intrinsically no more profound than "Why not?" or "Till we done kicked the bucket." The ceremony and the agreements made within it only becomes sacred when two people in love give them meaning over time, maintaining their commitment to each other through all the hardship and heartache unimagined when standing at the altar.

To Britney and Jason, it was all in good fun. There are probably some hilarious pictures of Ms. Spears being led down the aisle by the bellman, who hopefully was wearing an outrageous Beefeater suit. I can hear the giggles of her friends when she met Jason at the front of the chapel. Everyone must have been in shock at how easy it was to mock, trash and defile such a sacred institution. But I forget -- civilization is only in danger when two men or two women in love get married. That must have made the assembled guests rest easy. I'm sure no one wanted to destroy the bedrock of Western civilization.

Ten years ago, Ross Perot colorfully warned that under the North American Free Trade Agreement we would all hear a sucking sound as jobs poured into Mexico. While that particular vacuum never materialized, it was replaced by the enormous sucking sound of logic leaving the heads of conservatives as they discuss gays. For example, in June Pennsylvania Senator Rick Santorum wrote, "Every civilization since the beginning of man has recognized the need for marriage. This country and healthy societies around the world give marriage special legal protection for a vital reason -- it is the institution that ensures the society's future through the upbringing of children."

Like a broken record, they go on and on about families, tradition, history and children, blaming the deterioration of every good thing in this society on foggy abstractions such as decadence, prurience and sin. They neglect to consider that families might fall apart when two parents, each working 40 hours a week, still cannot pay the bills, buy a home and afford health care, let alone spend time reading to their children.

Last November, the Christian Coalition released a condemnation of the Massachusetts court decision that opened the door for same-sex marriage in the Commonwealth. The Coalition urges "each Member of Congress to secure the future for our children and grandchildren. ... Each congressional candidate, each presidential candidate ... needs to take a clear stand on support for a constitutional amendment which will permanently protect marriage for generations to come."

Since gays and lesbians (don't even get me started on transgender folks) are apparently so dangerous to civilization itself, it seems prudent that we be rounded up immediately and sent to Guantanamo Bay, where we might be charged with nothing and be subjected to anyone's caprice. The reality is that anti-homosexual politics is just another war on an abstraction, like terror or drugs. It's a great distraction that gets Middle Americans scared, and thus more willing to write a check. Who doesn't want to defend civilization, after all? Like other abstract bogeymen, we're easy targets. We come out at night, we have different norms and, let's not forget, we like anal sex. It's easy to hate us, and most often we don't bite back.

It's no wonder half the country is blind and deaf to politics when political discourse is so removed from the concerns of the people. The media continues to fail as well. For example, CNN's news crawl reported Britney's marriage directly before a story about multiple soldiers dying from a grenade in Iraq. Columns (including this one) are being written about the significance of her wedding. Something is wrong with American priorities.

I am not calling marriage petty. To the contrary, someday, when I meet that man with whom I will build a beautiful, lasting relationship, I would like to affirm our commitment to each other in front of our families and friends and have that covenant affirmed and protected by the state. Together, we'll decide where, when and how.

There is nothing inherently demeaning to marriage when it happens at the drive-thru by an Elvis impersonator. The choice of venue could be an inside joke, or it could be the first stop on a lifetime of marital bliss, a commitment made with smiles and laughter without the pomp and bleeding wallets a traditional ceremony might cost.

In order to bring marriage out of the gutter, where forces such as reality TV, Jerry Springer and endless divorces have dragged it, we must remember that marriage is more than a piece of paper. It is about intention. It is about sacrifice. It is about commitment. And more than anything, it is about love. With those principles in mind, with or without the state's sanction, tens of thousands of queer couples across the country are already married, with more joining every day. Those commitments deserve equality, respect and legal protection.

This is going to be a pivotal year in the struggle for our freedom. Even with friends like Britney, we are certain to lose unless we wake up and fight seriously.
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Ok...it's been waaaaayyyy too long since the last update. But here goes.
I'm still unemployed and all, but I'm looking like mad. And I like the chorus I'm in. And here are the rules for the poker games that I think I said I would put up here.
These were created by Joe and Co. while playing poke a week + ago:

Your Mom
(7 card)

Ante
Deal two down and one up to each player.
Bet
Deal one more up to each player
Bet
Deal one last up to each player
Bet
Deal two down to each player.
Bet
Show

You must make the best five card hand using the three cards down on the table and two cards from the four in your hand. Queens are wild (cause your mom will put out to anyone).

Example:

On table:
Kspades, 2clubs, 6clubs

In hand:
4diamonds, 4spades, 4hearts, 10hearts

The best hand you can make is a pair of 4's, K high, because you can only use two of the four in your hand.


Wrecked 'Em
(7 card)

Ante
Deal two down to each player
Deal one up in the center of the table (common card)
bet
Deal one more common card up
bet
Deal one last common card up
bet
Deal two down to each player
bet
Show

You must make the best five card hand using two of the four in your hand and the three on the table. The lowest card used from someone's hand is wild (to explain....suppose that you decide that you're using the 7,J from your hand, and someone else is using their 3,8. The three becomes wild, since it is the lowest card being played from someone's hand.)

Anyone who needs more explaination about those games should just respond to this post.
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WOOOT!!! To everyone out there who reads my live journal, and has been keeping up with the pace of my life (moving at an astounding turtle land speed), you will probably be wondering if I've heard back from the people from the Young New Yorker's Chorus after my audition. Well, the wait is now over, because I"ve heard from them.

And I got in. WOOT!!! YAY, I get to sing in a group again...Thanks must, MUST, go out to Jess for her impromptu e-mail telling me I should audition. THANK YOU JESS!!!

Ok...I'm gonna get back to doing nothing. Thank you for your time.
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So I'm laying here, trying to sleep, and I have this thought that I just can't get out of my head. SO I figure I might as well write about it, and then maybe I'll be able to go to sleep.

I dont' understand the concept of "selling out." I mean, a group gets into the music business, and they're playing various places in order to be heard, and to play. And then some label hears them play, and wants them to sign. So they do. And everyone jumps down their throats for "selling out" and abandoning their fan base. What kind of crap is that? A group of people join together to make a band. Maybe they're friends before, and are just doing it because, maybe they have a passion for music and want to be heard, or maybe they have a message they want to get out to all those people who wouldn't hear them if they were just speaking out, and music is their vehicle. Good for them. Now, in every career, one of the goals is to be able to work on your profession without having to deal with other things like jobs that make it so you can pay the rent. So a group goes out there and takes gigs in the evenings and nights and weekends, so that they don't interfere with the job they hold down to pay the bills. But then, then they get discovered. And someone wants to pay them money to make the music they love to make. So they don't have to work the crap jobs they've hated anymore, because what they love can now support them. And people shout them down for selling out. I don't see anyone jumping down the throats of someone who loves biology or anatomy when they become doctors. "OH NO!!! Those damn doctors are making lots of money [hopefully] doing what they enjoy!! How could they have sold out so?!?" Or perhaps lawyers? Why is it only artists who seem to have this invariable flaw that says Making money is Wrong? Why must WE remain poor and starving? Is it just to promote the image that one must suffer for one's art? Well, that's entirely bullshit. I want to make money singing. And you know what? I don't care what I sing. I don't care if it's opera or classical or pop or rock or what-have-you. I want to do it because I love to sing, and to be able to sing to the exclusion of other jobs, well, that would be fantastic. Why should I be penalized because what I'm good at is one of the few things that people call "selling out" when money is made?

And that actually brings me to another point. What's with those people who proclaim they're better or part of some special crowd just because they knew a group before they became famous? "Oh boy, I knew Raging Ballsacks back when they played out of their garage with crappy instruments, and weren't all good." Woopdiedoo!! Just because I didnt' grow up anywhere near a group and so didn't actually learn about them until they became more mainstream, doesn't mean that I'm any less of a fan. And I'll thank you to not look down your noses at me like I'm a poser or I'll wipe that smirk and stuck up air right off your face.

Ok. For some reason, I was in a bitchy mood, and just needed to rant. Thank you for listening to "Shawn shouts about things that are annoying." If you missed this show, the next show will be completely different, cause there's the greatest of chances that I won't be ranting, and will be happy-go-lucky. :)

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I am government man. From the government. The government sent me.
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Ok, so I know it's been a while since I've updated, but lack of a job unfocuses you. Anyway, I just had to update, and tell everyone who's reading that I HAVE AN AUDITION on Saturday. For a Chorus. Woot. I'm all excited. Anyway, I guess I'll keep posted and actaully write a real entry today or tomorrow.
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So I haven't updated for a while. Not too much to say. I'm home for the holiday's. YAY HOME!! And I"m getting my hair cut today. Not really short...cleaned up is all. Ooo...and pretty soon, there's gonna be an mp3 of me on the Once More with Hobbits webpage www.omwh.com and that's kickass...so is the response we've gotten. YAY US!!! WOOT! (which has become my official woohoo...I'm also very interested in wonky recently).

But anyway....

No dreams....Vicki woke me from sleep with phone call, and they fled after a min or so....CURSE YOU, SNACKS!!! CURSE YOUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I've got monkeys in my head!
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