Monthly Archives: June 2001

Another stupid poll

FAVORITE BEER: Fin Du Monde, although I've been drinking Crest “Hobo's Delight” 10% Super lately. Well, I've cut down to drinking probably less than once a week, so don't read that wrong.

DO YOU NEED LUBRICANT: I think that would be the Fin Du Monde.

FAVORITE VEGETABLE: Snow peas? But I like most vegetables.

LEAST FAVORITE VEGETABLE: That horrible thing that tastes like licorice. If I have to choose one I know the name too, I'm not a fan of tomatos (unless they're the tiny ones).

FAMOUS PERSON YOU'D LEAST LIKE TO SHAG: Fame is less exciting or appealing than it seems. What do I want to shag a stranger for?

SNOW OR RAIN: Rain. Unless it's wet snow on a warm day.

DO THE ENDLESS LISTS OF BANDS ON PEOPLE'S IAM PAGES ANNOY YOU: Only because they're all the same.

FAVORITE TATTOO STYLE: Black black black. I also like East LA stuff…

DO YOU TRUST HOME PREGNANCY TEST RESULTS: Sure.

DID HANNIBAL MAKE YOU PUKE: I didn't see it, but I highly doubt there would have been any puking.

FAVORITE STORY FROM CHILDHOOD: The Voyage of the Dawntreader.

SUNRISE OR SUNSET: Sunset.

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: Partial BFa, visual art. Partial BSc, computer/cognitive science. Odds of completing either: Pretty much zero.

LUXURY HOTEL OR CAMPING: All of the above.

FAVORITE SMELL: I don't think smell is a sense that I give much priority to, but I like the smell of the ocean.

EVER TOUCHED A DEAD PERSON/ANIMAL: Touched — many times. Killed — many times. I've even handled a human brain.

DOES YOUR BODY REACT BADLY TO ACRYLIC JEWELRY: No, but my sense of aesthetics does.

HOW LONG CAN YOU GO WITHOUT SLEEP AND STILL FUNCTION: Years.

FAVORITE CITY: Toronto, by far.

DREAM JOB: There's no such thing. I don't want a job.

WHAT ARE YOU BAD AT THAT YOU'D LIKE TO BE GOOD AT: Nothing.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN REVENGE: As the Klingons say, it's a dish best served cold.

WHAT'S THE QUICKEST YOU'VE BEEN FIRED: Fired? I think you have to have a job for that. I have never been fired.

YOUR MIDDLE NAME: David.

Ha ha ha

I love getting funmail from guys like this. They're all pretty much the same:

  • Hotmail account, sometimes AOL.
  • Work at McDonalds, sometimes at a gas station.
  • Use their mother's computer, sometimes their big sister's.
  • Spend their nights jacking off to ConsumptionJunction and Stileproject.

X-Originating-IP: [199.177.21.52]
From: "John Hopkins" <hopkins68@hotmail.com>
To: glider@bmezine.com, submissions@bmezine.com
Subject: You people are fucked in the head
Date: Fri, 01 Jun 2001 11:37:27 -0400

I found a link to your website after veiwing a picture of some fucking DUMB ass suspending himself by hooks Hellraiser style- featured on ConsumptionJunction.com.

So I then, out of the compelling nature of human curiousity, went to check out the website. The piercing was nothing new to me, but the "ritual" shit and the "pocketing" shit had to be the most fucked up, ignorant form of unessecary body mutilation I have EVER seen in my life. I guess you really need to have a few srews lose to do anything like that to yourself- or have an unbelievably LOW self esteem. How about mountain biking or something?

Try something as timple as knitting- perhaps that would be more constructive than fucking yourself's up forever.

Shannon- who I beleive is the fucked up yink with the hoola hoops through his ears has some serious issues. What the fuck are you going to look like when you are 60? You'll look even more rediculous than you do now. Are you trying to prove something? I guess you would say, "I don't have to prove anything to anyone" Bull- shit. A picture of your bloody head- that's a great way to display yourself. Must make mom proud you think?

Can any of the poeple on here find normal job, or do you all work in piercing shops sticking needles in each other all day.. Sounds like a great time.

As for those hellraiser type looking jamoaks, hanging themselves by hooks- try a rope around the neck. You will avoid the humiliation of your neighbors looking at you in disgust, and have a much quicker death than when the infections set in.

I apologise for this nasty email, as I'm not normally like this- I am only an average asshole who can only watch from a distance and wonder- what the fuck is wrong with these people. All I can say is I'm sorry.. Truly sorry.

Yours truly,
someone who has no right to talk about what you are doing....

Good luck with your life and future- or lack thereof.


The punch line is that he describes the ideal goal of a person is to “find a normal job.” Ha, ha… Who do I feel sorry for?