Would anyone like to come to FBX and buy at least 100 men's sherpa hoodies? [No, that would be helping him out, and he's a chump.]

Would anyone like to come to FBX and choke a stupid skank bitch?
[No, it's not her fault, she's married.]

...I'm jealous. :/

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Hello Everyone! I just joined!
My name is Melisa and I'm 27, from upstate NY. I'm considering moving to Las Vegas next fall. I'm currently trying to do research on jobs and apartments and such. I have no idea what's a good area to live or anything like that. I'll be moving with a couple of friends if everything goes as planned. can anyone tell me what areas are good, or what areas to avoid?

Another question, I'm a huge fan of Jrock! I'm wondering how many Jrock lovers are around the Las Vegas area?I'd love to make some new friends interested in what I'm interested in.

The HOA at my apartment complex sent me a letter that point blank and directly accused me of theft and vandalism.

I have some stepping stones in my porch area. I've had them in plain view for the duration of the two years that I've lived here. They have never been a problem before, security is aware of them, no one has ever mentioned if they could be a violation of HOA guideline, HOA has inspected my patio before multiple times.... You get the idea.

But the letter directly states that I have "stolen" these stones from one of the common areas, damaging and vandalizing the property's grounds. Bear in mind that if I had removed heavy stones, there should be some indentions from the rocks in the heavy ground, and considering the shapes, they should fit into any holes like a puzzle piece. But there's nothing, obviously, since I never stole anything from the property in the first place like they claim. Also of note, the stones on my patio look NOTHING like any of the rock types found around the complex. Mine are a completely different type.

They added more to it by saying that they are likely going to need to assess the damage that they think I caused, and bill my account for it. Again, my stones have been on my porch for two years, and there's nothing changed in the common area. The security manager knows I'm telling the truth, and offered to vouch/testify on my behalf if it comes to that.

Considering that they've committed libel against me with false accusations, and are trying to act against me over some imaginary crime, is there someone that I can report my HOA to? I'm not screaming "lawyer" or anything, but this sort of behavior is unacceptable, and I'm not going to tolerate being called a "thief", especially when their service to the property over the two years I've been here has been utterly sub-standard. And that's being polite in describing it.

Bottom line: The need to stop and get their facts straight before the let their imaginations run wild and jump to conclusions.

Any advice on some local organization I can talk to about my complex's batmess crazy HOA? I'm around the Summerlin area.

(the consequences of keeping quiet)

(the impossibility of shaking what shakes you)

(the sex pistols have always been the soundtrack of my finest moments)

(rudy cant lose)

(grape juice and lime chips)

(how to live forever)

(knives away for a night)

(broken promises to real life monsters)

(battle plans and survival manuals)

(59 and 83rd)


17.11.09. 8pm. australian time.

on the off chance you havent been keeping up with the to-dos of my life, well let me tell you about how im putting out a new book next month. NEXT MONTH! this is crazy-talk, chris. well its true. but heres the catch. there will only be 150 of them printed. evar. it will be hardcover and yes, expensive.
but let me tell you how stoked i am on this book. but chris, arent you stoked on all of your books? well, sure. each one is like an illegitimate love-child that i get to share with the world. wait.
anywho, when i meet people and have to have the 'oh, so what do you do?' talk, i say im a writer. to which their immediate response is, "oh, can i have/buy one of your books?" nice that they're interested but i dont really have a book that truly represents the short-story style that im most happy writing.
ok, yes, my first two books (on the upswing, which is sold out and a life deliberate) are that style but they're older and i feel that i am a much better writer than i was back then. dont get me wrong, i love the stories, i just feel that i could have told them better. (but dont let that discourage you from buying one of the last remaining 100 copies of a life deliberate over at deadxstop.com, kisses).
my 3rd book, notes from the deep end is sold out as well, my 4th book, selected works 2004-2008 is awesome and all but its all LJ rants and my newest endeavor, REMNANTS is my proudest yet but i only have one story in the damn thing.
so...
i wanted to write something that i can hand someone without excuses. without having to say, "well, this isnt exactly what i usually do," or, "its sold out," or, "well, this book is like my demo tape."

i cant say the title just yet because i have to make sure i can use this image first because it would work so perfectly with what im looking to do that if the artist wont give me permission im going to change the title of the book. yes, im a nerd. but i will tell you it is 10 stories in the style of my first two books and it will go on pre-sale on my birfday, november 17th.


- and now i will leave you with a video of me running game on some marsupials:

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This week was all about political branding -- and the effect that a certain national political brand may or may not have had on certain local political brands. What did the Twitterati have to say about President Obama, Jon Corzine, and Bob McDonnell?

If you guys don't have anything to do at 4pm today and are on the east'ish side of town, LMFAO are going to be at Zia performing and signing autographs.

we talked about the old apartment today. me and boo. simple talk about playing video games all night. we laughed until i felt the familiar sting of nostalgia come on. i never saw that place as anything more than a transition hole between where i grew up and where i landed in chicago, yet we lived there together for 6 years.
second floor, above the roaches and drug dealers and addicts. mashed potatoes on the ceiling and vomit on the couches. filthy. but today i missed it.

some day i will look back at these moments lying in this bed as a memorable time. the nights of pizza and video games here will hold warm memories and i will wonder whatever became of so and so despite spending hours talking with them into the early morning hours. i will forget names and faces. people and addresses will slowly fade from my memory and i will be living another chapter.

its sad, really. people rust. they evaporate. they slowly erase. and we wonder what happened. was it our fault or theirs? did we neglect the friendship or did they no longer need what we had to give? the boys, the girls. one day their names will begin with, "you know, whats her name."
its tough when you realize that the nature of relationships is constantly evolving, despite every attempt you make to make it last. to live in love. to freeze people in memory.

the rest of my life will be a continuous series of beginnings. of handshakes and text avoidance.

someone freeze me.

I discovered the Brahma shrine outside Caesar's Palace a week or so ago and it's got me thinking... Do any of you all know of any spiritual places in Vegas? Not churches... But like... Temples and shrines and whatnot?

Thank you for any information. ^^

---Leah

More future guest news!

The indescribably lovely Gareth Malone of The Choir fame just posted a twitter/facebook link to a picture of his Buzzcocks dressing room door; he's gonna be on the show!

(Perhaps it won't be seen as quite as epic as the Who-fest we're getting later on, but AJSJFKH; GARETH MALONE. Is anyone else head-over-heels in love with him?)

I'm terrible at linking, sorry!

yars revenge:

when atari was in its heyday, yars revenge spearheaded my obsession. it was clean and simple, not jerky and awkward unlike its lost in translation arcade cartridge counterparts like donkey kong, pac-man or frogger. yars revenge was simple yet addicting. your little ship had to eat away at the orange shield all while the little flashing dot was trying to get up in your ass. as simple as pong, as brilliant as snake and almost as hard to advance like ET for atari. the great thing about atari controllers was they were durable as a mofucker and my ass was throwing em like it was my job. say all you want about early video games being aesthetically unappealing, those games were goddamn impossible.




mortal kombat 2:

while the original MK and MK3 were awesome, nothing really sank its claws into me like MK2. this was what spawned my arcade mid-90s revival. sometimes we would have to bring extra shirts because of how much we would sweat while dropping tokens and wanting to strangle the buster who kept doing that damn mileena roll over and over. many nights were wasted and many controllers were broken playing this for the SNES. while one tour last summer i stayed at a friends house. he had an MK2 and when we started playing i immediately got that "imma bite the shit out of this controller" feeling back, so much so i had to put it down and walk away. because it was always the controllers fault. ps. flips were for pussies.




galaga:

the original allowance stealer. this game dominated 80s arcades more than any weed dealing burnout ever could. i remember seeing it for the first time and all the quarters the kids in the iron maiden shirts had lined up along the screen waiting to get "next". it took weeks before i found any down time to sneak in a game. i fell in love so hard that i almost came in my pants when in the winter of 96 my exgf bought me the actual arcade game for my birfday. it still adorns my living room and plays just as well as it did in 1982. sometimes i just sit and stare at it like it is a 200 pound piece of art.




robotron 2084:

you want to know what intensity is, play this fucking game. if the screen shot below is an indicator of how much of mess this game is you have no fucking clue the world of insanity a quarter would buy you in the 80s. no game before or since shreds like this mofucker. none. by time you press start on the game you've got about 18 seconds to slay your way through a never-ending onslaught of robots. its pure fucking anarchy. no skill or tactics are involved because you dont have enough time to even think. by time the phrase, "holy fuck this game is insane" comes out of your mouth the screen is already reading 'game over'. if los crudos and minor threat were a video game, this is what you would mosh dive to.




call of duty:

since the late 70s i have been a boy fixated on video games. i remember when pac-man was the new national obsession, when frogger was cutting edge, when dragons lair was next level, when NHL 93 still had blood, when NBA jam was the jam, when golden eye for N64 made you want to fight your friends, when silent scope was brilliant and when guitar hero made kids never want to play a real guitar again. what im saying is that having been there and played it all, the call of duty series (modern warfare/world at war) is so truly life-enveloping that it feels like you're killing actual nazis. so much so that a rabbi credited it with him getting over his fear of them. modern warfare is the best selling first person game of all time for a reason. and watching fruity get so mad that hes on the verge of tears might be one of the greatest sights of all time.





what are yours?

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i'm mad and i feel sorry for my future shrink.

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mark twain is so smart.

like, jeopardy smart.

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Imagine, dear reader, you are in the future -- say, 2012 -- and living in a world where news is no longer free ...

  Title: Learning Curve: Chapters Thirty-Three & Thirty-Four

Author: copycatgirl 
Warning: Mpreg!
Rating: R for slash, language, mpreg and sexual implications.
Pairing: Russell Brand/Noel Fielding, Matt Morgan/Dee Plume, Morrissey/Billy Mackenzie
Status: Unfinished
Disclaimer: Russell Brand, Noel Fielding, Dee Plume, Matt Morgan, Sharon Smith, Morrissey, Johnny Marr and Billy Mackenzie are all real people. No offence is meant by this story.

Chapter thirty-three
Chapter thirty-four

alright, i suppose i can make a "proper" update now that ive been home for a couple days.
well first off, let me give you what i flew half way across the world to get for you:



- you would think that now that im home indefinitely i would just be able to chill but nooooo... i leave again on monday to go hang in minneapolis for a few days on bidness. i like hearing, "oh, no, its for business," fall out of my mouth. i sound so official. but i have sent off the first round of edits for the upcoming book so lets keep our fingers crossed that everything goes according to schedule. because if so, i may be able to have a brand new hardcover book in 150 of your paws by the celebration of our lord and savior jesus christ. who was not white.

- soooo last night i went to an S&M party (google it). i expected to see some interesting things; whipping, boobs maybe a little blood. and while all of those components were there i think it was when a dominatrix put her cigarette out on a slaves tongue then spit in his mouth did i know that i may have been in for more than i expected. i wouldnt want to scar too many of you youngin's or ruin a potential story for my next book but lets just say the evening ended right around the time i saw a guy get fisted. and this happened...


*i made two out of three, tyvm.

- i have a handful of amazing cat shirts left. i am too lazy to put them on ebay and i dont know when i will do another batch so if you want one for $15ppd, email me (deadxstop@aol.com), tell me your size and ill let you know if you were quick enough to snag one. ill give you my paypal info but make sure to get my okay before you send the loot, also, i have no more smalls in the 'unbreakable' shirt.


SOLD OUT.

- you should also know that it is officially my birthday month which will culminate on the 17th when the sun will shine, birds will sing and only 150 copies of my upcoming book will go on pre-sale.

pretty random question but, my boyfriend is from Texas where he had a 24 hour taco bell within feet of his place. now that he lives here i get to hear him complain all the time about the lack of 24 hour taco bells and how much he hates del taco (i know right?). anyway, does anyone know of any 24 taco bells? drive thru or maybe a 24 hour dining room on the strip?

Does anyone know if casinos or check cashing places will cash handwritten checks from a company bank account? My friend says he can't do it at a bank because he doesn't have an account.

Thanks!