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[Nov. 1st, 2007|02:41 am] |
Here goes the contemplative loner again. Though I should note that all loners are contemplative. What else are we going to do? We got nothing else to fall back on. Join me once more in my rich inner monologue.
Just kidding. I have no time for a proper update. Sleep is for gay people, but I'm straight, ok? What don't people understand?
This guy is making a run on Stephen Colbert for the position of my personal hero. Man, the show I saw with Allison blew my fucking mind. Ever since, when having sex with Allison I don't know who's going to accidently say his name.
Man, I can see what else I would write about Spoon, but I don't have the energy. For serious, the weekend, yo. I need it to be tomorrow yesterday.
I think we work a little too fucking hard in this country. We work as if France is right behind, bearing down on us. People, we're rich. I'm leveraged to the hilt, and I'm still rich. We're all so rich that people will just host this late night shit for free. Rich.
I could definitely just coast for a while. But if you want a Friday off in this country, someone the caliber of Martin Luther King, jr. or Ghandi had better have died on that date, goddammit.
I have a political column now: http://americanobserver.net/2007/10/30/politics-2/
Best part is my picture. I am a motherfucker on the edge in that one. Look out behind you. And check out my hair. It's so unstyled, it's like a pile of sand. This is how I look.
It reminds me of these pictures, which I don't think I've shared here yet. I'm the belle of the motherfucking ball in these fake glasses I borrowed. The other guy just happened to wander by and ask why I was taking pictures of myself looking pretentious.
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[Sep. 6th, 2007|02:00 am] |
Because I'm an important person now, I have a website: www.CaseyLabrack.com. This blog is now all about saying things that I can't say on the website, since the website is mainly something for potential employers. From what I can tell, most people with money just buy cars and houses and support families. When I have a lot of money, I'm going to set aside a day where I try to take a crap, get a blow job, and bite into a jelly donut at the same time. It's like blumpkins, plus a donut. Crumbkins, if you will.
Douchebags.
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[Jul. 30th, 2007|06:32 pm] |
I now live in Glover Park, Washington, D.C., with the rest of the important people.
Cheney's mansion by the Naval Observatory is just a few blocks away. I guess a couple of months ago they started blasting out there to make him a bunker or whatnot and some of the neighbors complained, including my landlord. He was told there was no blastings and no bunker up that way, that he should talk to his insurance company, and that they never had this discussion.
I guess the Bush daughters frequent some of the bars around here. So the plan is to figure out what bars those are, bang one of the Bush daughters, and arrange for the condom to break. A Bush daughter would never be allowed to have an abortion, or be a single mother, so I'm basically royalty from that point on.
Cheney's place is blurred out on google maps. Check it out.
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[Jun. 5th, 2007|09:03 pm] |
| [ | Saviors of Rock |
| | Blonde Redhead - 23 | ] |
My friends in the Boston area find my jobs at small town factories unbearably quaint. They've lived in a service-sector economy for so long, stories of labor and physical manufacturing are like fairy tales. It's as if they think products just appear in boxes when, of course, they are actually put there by a guy who hates his life.
The current factory is Enefco, maker of cosmetic foam, industrial print-head cleaners, and shoe heels. Despite the ludicrous variety of products Enefco produces, the assembly line process guarantees that workers will typically be doing the same simple, repetitive task for their entire 10 hour shift. The day begins at 6am, with lunch at 12 and two ten minute breaks in the shift to shuffle off to a corner and cry.
I'm awake at 5:15am. Crawling out of the basement at this ungodly hour, I make myself an english muffin and try to admire the deep oranges and purples of my yard in the morning light--primary colors will not be available for another hour. In my morning stupor, the birds seem to flit around impossibly fast, like animation missing frames.
The factory music is classic rock, of course. And that's fine, but at the tender age of 22 even I have heard "Hotel California" and such thousands of times. Perhaps this complements the tiresome, vestigial kind of work that happens here. I know Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" playing just as I began work was the perfect overture.
My first friend at Enefco is Paul, who soaks cardboard all day. Yeah, we do a lot of random shit at Enefco. Anyway, he tells me about how hard it is to haul sheets of cardboard out of whatever this shit is we soak it in for whatever reason, and I begin to envy him. I can take some pride in a job so long as there's some kind of physical effort involved; obviously, I'd prefer to do the heavy lifting with my brain, but I gave up on any hope of that kind of job the second I signed on at the temp agency Manpower, whose very name conjures notions of pyramid construction and the human beings as a material resource.
So if you're wondering why this entry sounds so over-thought, it's because I spent the whole day without anything to think about whatsoever. I just toil over little boxes of weird office and home products. That's the end of this entry, I'm going back to basking in the luxury of not continuously moving.
Although I just said I didn't really labor, this picture I made earlier seems apt for this entry. I don't mean to suggest that Allison ever said this, but I have a lot of pictures of her lying around, so she's the victim. |
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[May. 22nd, 2007|04:45 pm] |
| [ | Saviors of Rock |
| | Madvillain - Madvillainy | ] |
Going to an Irish Catholic college, I expected a good deal of conservative paranoia and social engineering schemes. However, I was surprised that they would revolve around alcohol rather than sex. In retrospect, this was a better deal anyway.
Campus police allowed us to party on the hill outside the administration building the night before graduation. Although they politely suggested the celebration run to 2am, people were still setting up beer pong tables on the lawn when I left at around 3:30.
The next day, we got to see what a great comencement speaker an executive for a baseball team can be. Yes, Lou Gorman, the manager something or other of the Boston Red Sox, gave us a little pep talk that did everything but tell us to give 110 percent. He seriously read through around 200 cliches in 10 minutes.
College President Cregan likewise made a half-hearted stab at grandiloquence, declaring that each graduating class had its own distinctive personality but avoiding the question of what ours actually was. This is just polite, since the serious pursuits we are best known for are wiffle ball (is it over 50 degrees yet? let's hit the quad) and beirut (don't you dare call it beer pong).
I intentionally chose a college that didn't have frats, and it turned out to be one big frat. I chose a college hadn't won a football game since the Reagan administration and they suddenly buy a $4 million stadium. Yet despite this, and despite most of what I've said on this website, I don't regret it--and the pictures prove that even I spent some time at the stadium.
They were all about Astroturf. I'm like, guys, grass will just grow here for free.
Usually when you see something like this it means I screwed up at real photography.
Skyhawks for life yo. |
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[May. 3rd, 2007|04:18 pm] |
| [ | Saviors of Rock |
| | Pterodactyl | ] |
Sean saw my photoshopped ninja picture and wanted a translation of the three letters at the top. I randomly tossed those in there and had no idea what they meant, so I guess Sean brought it up to Chris Ives. Here's what Professor Ives came up with:
Gan-Kutsu-O, King of the Cavern. I fully expect that this become my new nickname. I'm sufficiently pleased with both how badass this translation sounds and its innuendo potential. |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2007|11:38 pm] |
| [ | Saviors of Rock |
| | Ghostface Killah | ] |
As I mentioned last time, Spring Weekend is upon us. With the pervasive corporate sponsorship, constant police surveillance, and intoxicated and indifferent students, it was all kinda distopian. But then again, George Orwell-level shit goes down around here on a pretty regular basis. As in previous years, the moment the temperature reaches above 50 degrees every girl is outside her dorm trying to get a tan. It's like a complexion arms race. Meanwhile, all the guys are playing wiffle ball with the same intensity as students at a college that's good might study something that is worthwhile. Next up, Cape Week: where we take Cape Cod and turn it into Stonehill College. Expensive Cape houses become dorms, bars become Brother Mike's, and it's all made possible with thousands of dollars of our parents' money. 
I'm pretty pysched for Spring Weekend here
Drink, pledge!
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[Apr. 13th, 2007|01:11 am] |
| [ | Saviors of Rock |
| | Neon Blonde | ] |
Earlier this semester, when the spring weekend band to play Stonehill was still unknown, I predicted it would be Jars of Clay. I felt that I knew this college's bourgeois soul pretty well, and Jars of Clay seemed like the perfect Christian-friendly power pop to play for a bunch of drunken college students who have heard of four new bands since high school.
When the bands were finally announced, it turned out to be Sugarcult, not Jars of Clay. I was wrong. Or was I?
Jars of Clay
Sugarcult
Sure, one is technically Christian pop while the other is corporate pop. If that distinction is meaningful for you, then there's really nothing I can do for you.
The other act is Talib Kwali, as an obsequious nod from the administration to our three or four black students. I've only heard Talib rap about how good he is at rapping a few times, but it always sounded like a shitload of production was involved. But I'm sure that it will sound just as good live...
Fuck it, just get Kevin's shitty band to play, we can pay him in semester credits. Kevin, did you fucking graduate or what, motherfucker? Rumors abound.
Man, that snarky shit was kinda fun. I might end up updating this more often. |
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[Apr. 5th, 2007|07:05 pm] |
The game Battlefield 2142 keeps extensive statistics on everyone who plays. It turns out someone in Germany has spent 73+ days playing so far, according to the leaderboards. Now, according to this, the game has only been out 169 days. That means that this German guy spends 43% of his time playing the game, or over 10 hours a day.
Holy shit, am I right?
The good news is that as long as this guy is out there, I am not a loser.
Allison and I at the Senior 50 days thing.
Sweeeet nectar.
Allison makes me a sandwhich. A rare photo. |
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| ISM Magazine for the win |
[Mar. 27th, 2007|02:53 am] |
| [ | Saviors of Rock |
| | Andrew Bird - Armchair Apocrypha | ] |
U2 has a certain status in the world of popular music that critics are now transferring to the Arcade Fire. I never considered the Arcade Fire to be similar to U2 until recently, when they released a new album and it sucked.
Then again, their first album, Funeral was an acquired taste. I might warm up to this new one's murky production and equally indistinct lyrics.
Stonehill College admissions no longer requires SAT scores for acceptance, saying that they seek to understand people on an individual level and not merely as numbers. At the same time, they refuse to do interviews. I confronted Katie Conboy on this for a Summit article: "Don't these two policies give the college less information about a student, when admissions is claiming to try and 'know' each applicant more and more?"
Her response: "You are right that the goal is to know the prospective student as well as possible. We will continue to monitor our practices to be sure that we meet this goal."
Stonewalled.
Sometimes I want Facebook back just so I can host and tag photos.
A hearty drink.
Games = rape. |
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[Mar. 13th, 2007|01:07 am] |
| [ | Saviors of Rock |
| | Deerhoof | ] |
My wireless headphones, a personal sanctuary, have been stolen. Since they only worked off my transmitter, the crime is all the more senseless and irritating. Then there's the fact that whoever stole it likely has more money than me and is considered a good catholic boy.
In response, I have vowed to become all the more anti-social. I will spend the rest of the semester in the dark of my dorm room, hoarding music and movies and quietly toiling over my own photography and writing. Actually, that's pretty much been the plan all along.
Photos from spring break:
Wild turkeys on my lawn.
The mounted deer wears a Remington Racing hat.
Allison dons the Adventure Hat. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2007|02:50 am] |
I'm only just beginning to realize what a Microsoft fanboy I am. A round-up: I use Word on a PC computer with Microsoft mouse, read Slate.com, have encarta dictionary tabbed, and am constantly playing someone's xbox 360.
I'm practically this guy.
My dad with a Maine tourist bobblehead on Christmas day. |
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| On the moon, nerds get their pants pulled down and they are spanked with moon rocks |
[Dec. 17th, 2006|02:10 am] |
| [ | Saviors of Rock |
| | Brazilian Girls | ] |
My roommate Sean is doing some coding, and I look over his shoulder.
"That looks like XML."
"Ha. PHP. Nice try, chump."
He is currently programming a backend to his content management system. Meanwhile, I am the only man on campus that the Anime Club fears in a game of Halo.
Together, we have the nerdiest dorm room in all of Stonehill. Granted, this is only a party school, but I feel like we'd be competitive against other schools, like WPI. Maybe not RPI.
Now, pictures of Allison:
Currently transmitting attitude.
"Look pissed."
Happy again.
Obligatory normal-looking picture.
Q: Why fill up my internet cache with all these pictures of your girlfriend, man?
A: Hush. |
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[Nov. 29th, 2006|12:38 am] |
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| | 1108 Thugz | ] |
"Dear Jenn Terranella, Editor-in-Chief,
I am currently working out (for my spring course, WRITING ABOUT VIOLENCE IN GOD’S NAME) a scale of pejoratives that define the various levels into which all instances of religious belittlement (Hindu, Muslim, Jewish, Christian, etc.) can be classified. I will include in my list Casey Labrack’s anonymous “invisible wizard in the sky” and her “Christian” conjurer’s perverse interest in students’ masterbatory activity (from her pejorative definition of “Christianity” that appears on page 8 of ROLLING STONEHILL, Vol. 4, Issue 1).
I am surprised that you (an editor at a Catholic college) would allow your publication (and student writers/peers) to get into deprecating any person’s religious tradition, not just a Christian’s.
Maybe you thought it was a joke? But to smile at such a joke, be amused by it – and worse, to permit the “appropriateness” of the pejorative designation or verbal cartoon to be published – which plants, as it were, a nail in a believing Christian’s heart, is to become chief actor or editor in the mischief. Or better yet, Ms. Labrack’s carrier-pigeon.
A few months ago a number of Iranians went to a museum in Tehran where 204 winning entries in the “Holocaust International Cartoon Contest” were on exhibit. One of the cartoons in the exhibition showed a caricature of a Jew with an egregiously long nose that impales an Arab figure. The nose was labeled “Holocaust.” One could simply regard it as a joke or as a shining supplement of Iranian anti-Semitism (i.e., hatred, contempt). At any rate, I found it repulsive, as now I find Casey Labrack’s equally offensive verbal cartoon of a Christian “wizard” god watching someone stripped bare, ejaculating, etc.
Hopefully, in the future you will know how to approve something (for inclusion in your publication) that is not so offensive to a person’s faith tradition, be it Hindu, Christian, Jewish or Muslim.
Sincerely,
Fr. James Chichetto, C.S.C.
Associate Professor of Communcations" |
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[Nov. 16th, 2006|06:22 pm] |
| [ | Saviors of Rock |
| | DJ Shadow | ] |
In the previous update I forgot one of the epicenters of good indie music right now: the Bay Area.
DJ Shadow
Blackalicious
Lateef and the Chief
Latryx
and pretty much anyone else in the Quannum Collective
Allison makes the best drinks |
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[Nov. 6th, 2006|01:25 am] |
| [ | Saviors of Rock |
| | Mae Shi - Terrorbird | ] |
I will listen to any band from Montreal, Canada
Wolf Parade
Arcade Fire
Final Fantasy (Owen Pallet)
Frog Eyes
or Bristol, UK
Massive Attack
Tricky
Portishead
However, I can logically justify both these seemly irrational preferences. All those bands I mentioned under Montreal intermingle or influence each other. Likewise, there is something called "the Bristol sound" which those artists embody.
What makes less sense is that the less money spent on a band/album, the more I like it. Terror Bird, by the Mae Shi, is 33 tracks, 42 minutes. Rumored to be recorded on borrowed equipment, in their kitchen, on less than $120. It's fantastic.
What's worse, I'm starting to like the Sun, a band which made videos for themselves but couldn't afford to release a double album, so everything--album and videos--is all on a single DVD. Even though they write songs called "We tried" which are transparently aimed at getting them laid, sheer indieness won't let me reject them.
This truly is indie pathology.
Welcome to America, Juan |
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| "Use your head for more than a hat rack" - Dad |
[Oct. 3rd, 2006|12:11 am] |
It is a fact that my SAT score is much higher than the current President's, even after adjusted for changes over the years. Yeah.
I didn't even study for the verbal, for christ's sake.
Oh, and Al Gore smoked him, too.
"What about John Kerry?"
"John fucking who?"
 I don't even remember what the fuck this place is called. Did I mention I'm smarter than the President? |
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[Sep. 25th, 2006|09:03 pm] |
During the development of the first atomic bombs there was significant concern by some scientists that a nuclear reaction might extend to the atmosphere, incinerating the planet.
The scientists just shrugged and pushed the button anyway.
"Well, if that happens at least there won't be any fucking communists left, either."
Inside the capital dome, where the relief reaches the Wright brothers flight and then loops back to precolonial history |
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[Sep. 6th, 2006|12:45 am] |
kyleb779: i just downloaded the dev kit for 360 games from microsoft
C LABRACK: so now you can make 360 games?
kyleb779: yup
kyleb779: cept you have to pay a subscription fee tobeable to put them on your 360
kyleb779: but i can still test them on the pc
C LABRACK: you have to pay them to play your own game?
kyleb779: yeah
C LABRACK: and they think you'll do that rather than just play it on your computer?
kyleb779: well the professional dev kit itself is crazy expensive
kyleb779: but the home version is now free
C LABRACK: if it works on your computer, why not just play it on your computer and say fuck the xbox, though?
C LABRACK: how powerful is this kit, anyway?
kyleb779: cause you might beable to sell it through the marketplace on xbl
kyleb779: its for xbl arcade games i think
kyleb779: so its not like ill be writing halo4
C LABRACK: so you're writing atari-level games with this?
kyleb779: well there are some arcade games more complicated than that
kyleb779: but i dont think ill be tackling anything like that for awhile
C LABRACK: man, I gotta say, m$ might be evil, but xbox is incredibly cool
kyleb779: yeah
C LABRACK: between single-handedly bringing back atari games, letting you design your own, and creating xbox live, I have a lot of respect for microsoft games.
kyleb779: yeah
kyleb779: pretty dam cool
kyleb779: got any ideas for me to work on
kyleb779: im think pong for starters
kyleb779: thinking
C LABRACK: you get through the basics while I concieve of the sweetest fucking game ever. we're going to have to make up a whole new genre for this thing.
C LABRACK: like stealth racing. yeah.
kyleb779: hrm
Oh shit yes.
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[Sep. 2nd, 2006|03:53 pm] |
There is Gold Bond all over this friggen school now.
An airsoft gun photoshopped to look like a real Walther pistol. Note the classy desaturation. |
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