Below are the 6 most recent journal entries recorded in david's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, March 2nd, 2004
2:18 pm	a song my grandpa likes to sing Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies, Farwell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain; For we've received orders for to sail to old Scotland; But we hope in a short time to see you again. *We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas, Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England, From Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues. Then we hove our ship to with the wind at sou'west, boys, We hove our ship to, for to strike soundings clear; We got soundings in ninety-five fathom, and boldly Up the channel of old Ireland our course we did steer. Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman, Then, Ramshead off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and Wight; We passed by Beechy, by Fairleigh and Dungeness, And hove our ship to, off South Foreland Light. Then a signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor, All in the Downs, that night for to meet Then stand by your stoppers, let go your shank-painters, Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets. Now let every man drink off his full bumper Let every man toss off his full bowls; We'll drink and be jolly, and drown melancholy, So here's a good health to all true-hearted souls! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 15th, 2003
9:24 pm	greatest sunday ever Hey you animalistic pimping Italiens, It's the fucking sunday story, and now you will listen. Starting with saturday, I was supposed to work on a student film shoot on sunday, but wanted to move my time to saturday instead. Saturday, it was ok cause I went to work and was tipped for coat checking, except for the fact that my friend Joe lost his phone so i had no way of reaching the set while he was on the set, so i had no way of telling the DP (Jamieson) that i could not make it on sunday and i wanted to work saturday instead, and so i could get directions to where the set was. THen on sunday i thought, just like on saturday, i had to wake up at 6:00 and go the museum to work the children's festival and dress up like scooby doo. So i go up there, encountering all these little shity events like entering the subway station just as my sub is pulling away, and almost getting run over by cabs, etc. When i get to the museum there is no one there. I take the lonely ride up the elevator and get off on the office floor, and i see my boss. He asks me, what are you doing here so early? I say, what time is it? he says, 8:15 I say, am i not working at 8:30 He says, no that was only yesterday. I say, Bob you told me that i would be working this early all weekend. He says, no i didn't i say, yes you did He says, well i appologize that that was not clarrified, but i thought it was implied. So we argue for a while and then i have to call this producer guy from hollywood to cancel my working on his set, which is what i was supposed to be doing in the afternoon, which i why i wanted to work the student film on saturday, and my calling to cancel working did not look good so then i decide to go home and i leave the museum and start walking and because it's sunday, people are either in church or asleep, so I'm like all alone walking the streets. All of a sudden, this guy motions me down, looking like he's lost, not like a begger. So i stop and he says really quietly... do you know of a good pepoeopepsssssne? and i say, WHat? and he says louder, do you know of a good peep show around here? and i start to say, sorry dude i don't, but he interrupts half way through with, Because i want to give a blow job and i say, WHat and he says, i would really love to give a blow job and i say, sorry i'm not the guy to ask and i start to walk away, and i hear HEY and i turn around and he's waving a one hundred dollar bill and so I ignore this shit and keep walking… it is like 8:40 in the morning and look at all the shit I’ve had to deal with. So I go home and on the train ride back I sneeze in front of all these people and a huge snot ooze thing comes shooting out of my nose like a cannon firing a ball and chain…so I’m sitting in the sub car with my hand cupped around my nose and with all these people just staring…. Not laughing, not making comments or looking disgusted, just fucking staring. So I get of and squeeze the shit into my hand and walk home with it. When I get to my building I figure I’ll eat and wipe my hand in the dining hall but it was too early to be open so I was forced to use the main entrance. As I walk through I see my roommate pat talking to the security guards, and he’s completely and in every other way cronked. So the security guards made me chaperone until we could get him to go up stairs but he wouldn’t go…..so in short, I stood from the time I got home til the time I had to go to work in my dorm buildings lobby with pat as he talked about his life all the while with a big booogey in my hand. So I go back up to the museum and spend six hours in a hot smelly scooby doo outfit. One kid had me bend down to hug him and he hit me square in the nose, and so I cried inside the helmet. It sucked. Anyway all the while I keep having all those little missing the subway by three seconds ordeals. OH by the way did I tell you all that I left my charger at the director of the student film's new jersey house , so my phone died one night. I couldn’t call Joe, even though he didn’t have your phone, I couldn’t call jamieson because my phone was dead and I didn’t know scott or JJ or Falecia, or evette or elizabeth, or tommy, or klaus or inna, or jc, or sofia, or paul, or anybody's number by heart. Yeah That was not a good Sunday….but I look at it and think that it was almost funny,,,,,hahahahahhahahahah…ha ah aha h…..ha…..WHAHAHWHAAAAAAAAAAAA so how is everyone? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, September 15th, 2003
10:36 am	hahahhahahahahahahahah Sergent: 'ello! Mr. Hilton: ello Sergent: Mr. Hilton? Mr. Hilton: Ah yes Sergent: You are the sole proprietor and owner of the Wizzo Chocolate Company? Mr. Hilton: I am, yes. Sergent: Constable...Constable Clitoris and I are from the Agent Squadron, we'd like to 'ave a word with you about your box of chocolates entitled the Wizzo Quality assortment. Mr. Hilton: Ohhh yes. Sergent: If i may begin at the beginning....FIRST! there is the cherry fondue. Now this is extremly nasty, but we can't prosocute you for that... Mr. Hilton: Agreed Sergent: Then we have number four..number four: Crunchy Frog. Mr. Hilton: Uh yes. Sergent: Am I right in thinking that there's a real frog in here? Mr. Hilton: Ah yes, a little one. Sergent: What sort of frog? Mr. Hilton: Uh, a dead frog. Sergent: Is it cooked?!! Mr. Hilton: No. Sergent: What a RAW frog??!!! Mr. Hilton: Ah, we use only the finest baby frogs, dew-picked and flown from Iraq, cleansed in the finest quality spring water, litely killed, and sealed in a succulent Swiss smooth treble-milk chocolate envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose.. Sergent: That's as may be, but it's still a frog! Mr. Hilton: Well what else? Sergent: Well don't you even take the bones out?!! Mr. Hilton: If we took the bones out, it wouldn't be crunchy would it? Sergent: Constable Clitoris..Constable Clitoris ate one of those Constable Clitoris: Would you excuse me for a moment sir? Sergent: We have to protect the public, people arn't going to think there's a real frog in chocolate...Constable Clitoris thought it was an Almond wells, they're bound to think it's some kind of mock frog. Mr. Hilton: MOCK FROG!!!!!!! We use no artificial additives or preservatives of any kind! Sergent: Nevertheless, I advise you in future to replace the words crunchy frog, with the legend, "CRUNCHY, RAW, UN-BONED, REAL DEAD FROG" if you want to avoid prosecution! Mr. Hilton: Well what about our sales? Sergent: Fuck your sales! We've got to protect the public! Now what about this one, number five, it was number five wasn't it..Number Five: Ram's Bladder Cup. Now..now what kind of confection is that? Mr. Hilton: We use only the finest juicy chunks of fresh cornished ram's bladder, emptied, steamed, flavored with sesame seeds, whipped into a fondue, and garnished with larx vomit. Sergent: LARX VOMIT!!! Mr. Hilton: Correct. Sergent: IT DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING HERE ABOUT LARX VOMIT!! Mr. Hilton: Ahh, it does at the bottom of the label after monosodim gludamate. Sergent: I hardly think that's good enough! I think it more appropriate if the box wore a big red label WARNING LARX VOMIT!!! Mr. Hilton: Our sales would plummit!! Sergent: WELL WHY DON"T YOU MOVE INTO MORE CONVENTIONAL AREAS OF CONFECTIONRY!!!!..like pralin or lime cream, a very popular flavor I am led to understand, or..or rasberry lite? And what's this one, what's this one...here we are..Cockaroach Cluster...ANTHRAX RIPPLE.. Constable Clitoris: (Vommits into helmet. This is the longest continuous vomit seen on Broadway, since John Barrimore puked over Laertes in the second act of Hamlet in 1941) Sergent: And what's this one, Spring Suprise?! Mr. Hilton: Ahhh, that's one of our specialities. Covered in dark velvety chocolate, when you pop it in your mouth, stainless steel bolts spring out and plunge straight through both cheeks. Mr. Hilton: Well where's the pleasure in that??!!!!If people pop a nice little choccy in their mouths, they don't expect to get their cheeks pierced. In any case, it's an unadequette description of the sweetning, I'll have to ask for you to come with me to the station. Mr. Hilton: It's a fair cop. Sergent: And don't talk to the audience. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 10th, 2003
7:58 pm	stupid ass Jack White Recieved the new rolling stone from my parents..bless them..today in the mail only to be outraged. For some dumbass reason the bastards behind the Greatest Guitarists of all time list, saw Jack White as some sort of musical genius. They saw him as better than Angus Young, Bert Jansch, TOny Iommi, Randy Roads, Neil Young, David Gilmor, Adam Jones, Joni Mitchel, Eddie Van Halen, Pete Townshend, Frank Zappa, Brian May, Buddy Guy, and Stephen Stills. COmpared to these guys, men and women who have helped define rock and roll, people who have been around for decades, who have written mind blowing albums and songs, are beaten and ground into the dust by some pussy assed punk, in red, who's only been around for what? a year, and whose tunes, yeah, can be catchy, but they sure arn't special. It's bullshit. Jack White number 17 in the list of the 100 Greatest Guitarists of All TIme!!WHy? Why do we live in a world with all these damn hippies? (2 Comments |Comment on this)
7:38 pm	yadda yadda yadda So new york is growing on me. Forgive me if this disturbs anyone, but my roomate is making love right now....hahhahahahahhahaha syke. Anyway, Everybody wants me to write, but i really have nothing to say. So instead of me complaing about taxis drivers, giant gorillas, the family business, italian stallions, my roomate making love, and the leprechauns under my bed (it's true) i'll just dance for a moment.....and wasn't that fun. You know, Hook was not a great film, but its got one of the coolest soundtracks of all time. Can't get the song out of my head....hahahahahahahahhah hhooooohohohohohohohoh mmmmheememememememememe ahahhahahahaa ..still..could be worse...my nose could be gushing blood..hahahhahahahahahahahah..if anyone out there can tell where that line comes from, i will praise you......hey hey a man walks into a bar with a giraffe and sits down to drink..After afew rounds the giraffe falls over backwards onto the pub floor, the man finishes his brew and starts to leave...The bartender says, "Oy, can't leave that lyin' there!!"...and the man says, "'ts not a lion, that's a giraffe" hahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahhahahahahahahahah... so i'm sure you guys want to know what i'm doing, if you don't why the fuck are you reading this? anyway, I have classes monday through wednesday all day, from about 8:00am to 9:00 pm. So you;re probably wondering, "how can they do that to our david?" and i'll tell you. You see children they cram us with all this work so when the time comes we will have free days to make movies. For anybody who does not know, if you want to talk to me via AIM, do so on wednesday and thursday nights, cause i can talk all night. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, September 1st, 2003
8:54 pm	here he is... hey. My name is David Madison Brown, I'm from LA, and stuck in NY. I should be drunk, but instead i'm talking to people online that i can't get rid of. But seriously folks, i love them all. They should be here, with me. Now...if they have not already begun to leave they should seriously consider it....if they are not already in a car, on a plane, or riding a bus, prepare to meet my wrath...i can only wait a few more minutes....ok, you are all dead....i am actually sharpening the knife...i'm now speaking with an italien accent...and my face has become resemblent of gollum when he sees the ring..i am in the airport...i'm on the plane....i'm in your city...your neighborhood...i am outside your front door...do not turn around....the knife is above your head...it will be an easy death....i'm just kidding (6 Comments |Comment on this)