Poseur, *cough* poseur. I'd hate to be such a little bitch, I'd hate to be such a little bitch... To act like I am something I wasn't five minutes ago, to act like I am such a little bitch. I'd hate to be such a little bitch.

@ 10:18:52 AM By Stuy Parker

There will come a day when I will murder any and all that displease me, including people in my past. That means... be nice to me, or watch your back. Bwahahahahaha <-- that's my evil laugh, you'd better like it!

@ 9:20:23 PM By Dan Crum

Friday, November 24, 2000

One day, I will have sex with all your slave women. Hehehahaha.

@ 10:24:46 PM By Brad R

I got five Kid A promo posters, and then all these nifty cool folded display things... From my chick friend who works at Blockbuster Music and can get me all the really tight dope shit.

Yeah, huh? Who's the better fan, now, Mark? Huh, bitch?

@ 11:42:27 PM By Stuy Parker

Thursday, November 23, 2000

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Now go to hell! You go to hell, and you die!

@ 2:46:43 PM By Brad R

Shit! I almost forgot... Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday electric biscuit, happy birthday to you! Now buy it something!

@ 2:52:24 PM By Brad R

Numb my mind with a fantasy. Watching people live and die on screen. Where are you? You're not with me... I love you, wherever you are. You know it, though, so why do I bother telling? No reason, no reason at all. I'd just like to make sure I'm trying my hardest. I try, I try so hard some times, I'd just like you to understand. Please...

@ 6:31:08 PM By Brad R

Wow, EB is back. Happy birthday to EB, as well. Though you know, people should only buy Brad presents if they bought presents for me when it was my birthday. Though going by that rule, only Dan can buy him one. Speaking of Dan, did he and I ever make our announcement on here?

@ 9:57:50 PM By Alli Coe

Wednesday, November 22, 2000

I'm not really here, right now. I'm over there, but I'll be around here. Who knows what'll happen. Stranger things have happened.

@ 8:17:21 PM By Brad R

I woke up today, swung my legs over the bed. I looked at the carpet for a while, and gradually got angrier and angrier at myself. I kicked my feet across the floor, swore, and then tried to stumble after them on bloodied ankles, like some comedic pirate with two peg legs.

It really wasn't fun, if you were in my lack of shoes.

I finally got back to them, and stitch them back on. Splashed some cheap whiskey over the wounds, and all was better again. I opened the front door, caught the newspaper in my teeth. Stepped out onto the porch, and got the mail. Bills, bills, and more bills. Which is funny because I haven't paid them from months.

I make some coffee over the camp fire in the middle of my living room. Why pay for an electric bill, when you have heater and light all in one? The carpet is all burned away, but my trusty slippers protect my feet against the harsh California winds. Just enough holes in them to remind me of the value of the parts without holes when the cold touches my skin.

My coffee ends up being just hot water. Despite what your priests used to tell you, no matter how hard you pray for something, coffee does not just appear out of thin air. Sorry, I hate to throw epiphanies at unaware people, but occasionally I have to.

I step to the rear of the house, and hop out the window that has been broken for a few years. I whup my camel a few times, my morning work out. Winded, I walk back inside and sit down on the floor, near the fire. I rub my hands together, and breathe between them. Like I'm the star of "Alive."

Sometimes I dream that I am the star of some movie like that. I'd like to play a crazy guy. Brad Pitt in 12 Monkeys comes to mind. I love his role. He's so great, and so crazy! It makes me wonder about his true sanity some times, but I try not to think about it too much.

The thought of Brad Pitt actually being crazy frightens me. Even as I nibble at my month old, dry bread, the idea chills me to the bones. No, wait, let me throw another paper bag into the fire. Ahh! There, much better. The chill is all gone. I am still miserable, though. Oh, well. I think I'm going to have to whup my camel some more.

@ 8:46:54 PM By Brad R

For those of us who are unaware: ElectricBiscuit's One Year Anniversary, the entire site, before blog and all, is tomorrow. November 23rd. Yes, no bells and whistles. Just a declaration that if you've loved ElectricBiscuit at all, you really should get your humble webmaster, Brad Root/Stuy Parker something on his Amazon Wishlist. You don't have to, but it's the right thing to do. Right? Probably not.

@ 8:57:22 PM By Stuy Parker

The Biscuit! She lives! Oh what a wonderful day this is! Electric Biscuit has gone through a rebirth and like the phoenix risen from her ashes, and PlasticRocket's new design nears completion. Oh what a joyous day this is.

@ 9:53:32 PM By Dan Crum