This is where I take on the world and punch anyone who disagrees with me.
seems like a case of writing block was in place for almost a year but here's a run down of things I cared for in the past 11 months...
Joe Lieberman is a disgrace to democrats, politicians, Jewish folks, and not to mention men in general for being a two faced bitch. How can any self-respecting democratic VP candidate end up kissing republican's ass is beyond me!
Joe Lieberman and the punk ass from Arkansas Mark Pryor can both eat a fat iraqi dick for voting againt the iraqi pullout deadline, Joe Lieberman can also suck a log of turd outa my hairy iranian ass for having hawkish desires againt my people, but it's all good thou, let him drum up more war fantasies, you live by the gun you get it stuck up your ass sooner or later...
My computer was infected with a pesky Trojan recently wich thanks to this blog I got it fixed: http://ganellon.blogspot.com/2006/10/skills-of-former-employ.html
From today's CNN article http://www.cnn.com/2006/POLITICS/09/06/bush.speech/index.html
So I read in CNN today that John McCain's youngest son has joined the Marines which is an honorable thing to do amongst the spoiled and priviledged elite of this country, as much as i dislike the war machine and consider anyone who joins it somewhat nuts this guy is putting his money were his mouth is which is respectable...
Dear GBX staffer
Here's a lame little attempt to preserve the goodie two shoes image that is often portrayed of Israel in the US media:
Fuck Israel, fuck Hezbollah, fuck the war and the war machine producing defense sector, if you work for Lockheed Martin fuck you, if you're in the army, navy, etc. fuck you too, see how great your war toys are when nature strikes against y'all, fuck your tanks and your artillery, aint no match for a volcano, you fuck with earth and earth will fuck you up, throughly and comprehensively, you saw the tsunami, you saw the new orleans, your stupid human karma is catching up with you quick, learn to respect the planet and coexist fuckers.
Big up to my main man Cyrus Kar for taking the government's irresponsible ass to court.
alright, let me vent here for a second since this is insane, the link below is a story of how there's a legal battle going on to auction off ancient Iranian artifacts that is currently on display at a university so it can pay for a lawsuit brought upon by some greedy nimrods who got hurt while visiting Israel...
does your dj play watered down gurly trance?
alright, let it be known that i'm bitter and wont let it slide anymore, lessons in life repeat themselves till you learn them and i'll slap anyone trying to teach me new ones, relatively young hostile and capable on full on self-preservation mode, rather step than get stepped on so watch your toes and tails, mr nice guy with a razor blade smile passes by, you welcome...
Yes folks, after nearly 2 years in operation my http://www.deev.org site was finally blocked / censored by the islamic government in Iran so now the people in Iran cannot access my music anymore and I'm now officially an enemy of the state. This event is not a surprise to me at all, just a while back the wimps at PersianBlog.com took down my writing because they were deemed unislamic so this was just a matter of time so I'd like to say thank you Mr. Ahmadinejad (the newly appointed puppet president) becuase you've only made me more rabbid to bite harder and tear y'all to even finer shreds, we'll see in your four years how many kids will recite my rhymes line by line and how many will recite your doomed quran, just wait and see...
Reporting live from the head quarterz, properly eyerainified az de hed koo are terz in bear ache lee kaali for nia, ve der ank tea here, cheers
Rain had been pouring down for last 4 days in the land of the angeles but today its sunny, bono, the frontman, you too eh? I'm here to send my warmest regards to a man that made me laugh a great deal, Hunter S. Thompson, when I read Fear and Loathing I was glued to it till the last page and catching the movie one late night had me rolling too, he blazed his own trails and cheers to that, may he rest in peace once his ashes are shot out of a cannon, per his last wishes, gonzo has left the building...
It's official folks, I'm finally a thorn in Islamic Republic's censorship bureau's eyes as they took down the my Persian blog at http://deev.persianblog.com
Kill Bill was not a pile of crap as claimed previously! This post goes out to one of my homies who made me watch volume 2 and to my surprise the movie redeemed itself and wasn't a complete waste of time, however I'm still shook up from the violence in the first volume, why did he have to make it so stressful? In other news, I still punch people, more later...
And that's how we operate around here, with an iron fist!
So what was the cause of the mystery stink by my desk? two words, STINK PARTICLES!! Here's the deal, I have a 10 year old nephew who visits me once or twice a week. Upon his arrival he always sits on my chair and launches one of my downloaded Futurama episodes while I kick back on the bed and watch it with him. Last time we were watching an episode I noticed homeboy had his feet up on my desk, and being an active kid his feet stinks much like mine did when I was 10, so it turns out that the mystery smell was caused by the residue stink particles of his feet left on the surface of my desk. How about that, eh?
something has been smelling real foul and sour by my desk for the past 2 weeks. It smells like dirty socks and I can't figure out what it is because only a random whiff or two hits me every now and then and leaves me searching. At first I thought maybe it's me, I'd smell inside my shirt, socks, armpits, but nada...
This one goes out to the one I love...
Ever since I wrote that piece dissing the fundumentalist moslems the stupid ad on top of this page is for "Islamic Books & Music", i guess they're right when they says there's no bad publicity, stupid search-phrase-bots! And while I'm at it, stupid Flanders!
And all other not-money-maken activities for the time being, time to focus on da $ for a while, peace...
When going to a bookstore for reading is your idea of a good time, but then again, who wants to be a spring chicken of all things? Fortunately I live within walking distance of a large bookstore with nice comfy leather chairs and soul-crushing florescent lighting, but hey, no complaints about my free readings man, god bless them.
Saw the first Kill Bill, it was nicely done but too violent for my taste, kind of a reminder for why I don't watch movies much, I feel jipped if I don't like them, I don't like gambling either cuz I feel jipped when I lose, same with most video games, I feel jipped when I die, the jipping must stop.
Fundamentalism is like this, it's fun for da mental people, but a pain in the ass for others. Today I was talking to a friend of mine about the islamic fundamentalists whom rule my country with an iron fist, it's needless to say that I don't like them, but what I truly hate is the wuss-ass moslem fundamentalists who live in the western society, if the islamic system's so good then why are you living in the west and not Algeria? This is what makes me laugh that the staunchiest of all communists and moslems always live in the west where it's so easy to enjoy all the fruits of a free market economy and booz and sex drugs rock n roll life, but at the same time constantly blaber about the greatness of Lenin and Quranic rule. That same staunch communist would not last 6 months living in China or Cuba and the same pussy moslem wont last 6 weeks in Iran or Saudi Arabia either when they have their basic right of voicing their opinions rubbed away from them.
Sometimes when I hear/read/learn about some of the political issues in my country I truly want to choke some people with my bare hands, most likely to kill cuz at that time I don't have any respect or value for preserving a human life or forgiveness, which is exactly how the circle of intolerance and violence continues, so it's been such a challange to contain my feelings of revenge. Must start reading the Art of War, I need to learn better fighting techniques.
Today is a special day, it has nothing to with Hitler and them two crazy Colombine kids, it's special in a special way, kinda like you are my dear reader, can you say special? yes? so happy special day to you!
If you consult with my penis regarding that issue, it'll say right on at first, but most likely would change his mind after the 19th one. If you consult with the heart, it'll shiver at the prospects of having to maintain that number of bonds, and if you ask the mind it'll flip out at the required expense, management skills and headaches of such idea, but someone was living da life like Hugh Hefner way before him, in fact even more hard core than hef when he married a 9 year old at the ripe age of 58, way before Viagra was invented, and interestingly enough, over 1 Billion people call that man a prophet and literally worship the grounds he walked on, mental retardation seems to be a widespread epidemic, what can I do?
ASP makes me wanna direct my own rendition of Kill Bill. Let it be known that sites built on Microsoft's ASP are slower and break a lot easier than sites built by PHP particularly disscussion forum sites.
With the departure of my producer friend for a world trip I've been left with an aching hand clicking away endlessly at knobs and setting to draw the perfect bass line, find the perfect sound, just the right amount of reverb, the proper volume and all the other 172,000 settings available to me FL Studio. It's becoming a sort of addiction, a self imposed torture, hopefully it'll all is worth the effort...
Eye - don't watch movies
I hate Java, I really do, well, I should clarify that the concept is great but the implentation of it sucks. Here's the deal, back in a day when they first made java there was this huge hoopla about the programming language of the future and how it's gonna get embeded into anything from ur toster to ur nike shoes and it's platform independent and this and that until we saw it in action, slow and clunky! Later it got even crappier when Sun and MS got into the "proper java VM" battle with Sun revoking MS's license for breach of contract so MS stopped shipping its java VM altogether with their XP, so then if you the consumer wanted to say play a game on yahoo you couldn't, unless you installed the Sun VM, which of course is a huge pile of crap and the main reason behind this post. If you happen to visit a god-forsaken page that has some retarded java applet on it (in my case tonight it was a freakin java clock on a page, like I don't have a clock anywhere in my home) and all of a sudden the computer crawls for 30 seconds while the java VM loads. What's even funnier to me is that some companies back then (like Corel for instance) were planing to port all of their products to java so it could be "platform independent" and i wonder if they're still pretty thrilled about it. In conclusion I'd like to wish for both MS and Sun to go to hell.
Despite risking being labeled a blatant homosexual, I have to admit that I love "Da Cock Sauce"! Back in 1992 (wow, i'm ancient) I had an asian girlfriend who loved "Da Cock Sauce" and she used to eat it with everything, I mean everything, in fact she used to carry a small bottle in her purse and frankly, one time I took her to have Persian food and she had it with zereshk-polo, it was just too much. Who knew 12 years later I find a place in my heart for "Da Cock Sauce", I don't carry it cuz I don't have a purse, but I admit that I dig it.
It was around 7pm by the time we got on the road and our destination was about 3 hours away. The two friends that I was going with had both participated in a medicine ceremony before but this was going to be my first. We drove most of the way without a hitch but about an hour before our destination we hit heavy snow fall on the freeway and had to greatly reduce our speed making us even more late than we already were but at the same time providing a good excuse for our tardiness. We also had a hard time finding our destination, some 10 miles into the reservation land, as snow had made it hard to recognize the visual landmarks my two friends were looking for.
Rage Against the Machine's Zack de la Rocha is still by far the coolest and the baddest lead singer alive, followed closely by Bono, David Gahan and Sting. Of the dead people, Hendrix is da man, may he rest in peace. It's been a good five years I've been listening to Rage's last album and the songs still makes me wanna rage against some kinda machine!
Let it be known that song #3 from their Kid A album (titled "National Anthem") has the baddest bassline known to me at the current moment, and yes, i know it's old news, but i just listened to it again. The point of this post? if you haven't heard the song get it now!
So I went to another sweat lodge ceremony, and this time paid closer attention, the nice smelling stuff they sprinkle on the hot rocks is cedar, and not tobacco, they still offer the tobacco to the fire, but inside the lodge it's the cedar that smells great. Man, the after sweat dinner is like the icing on the cake, sooooo good (althou I'm never a big fan of the frostings on top of a cake, so darn sweet, but hey, figure of speech).
Tonight I had the fortune and previledge of experiencing my first sweat lodge ceremony. The ceremony is held at an older native american man's home every friday, we got there at around 5:30 pm and a nice big fire was already burning brightly with volcanic rocks burried underneath, after being introduced to everyone, shaking hands and small talks, the ceremony began by one of the elders burning some sweet smelling tobaco by the fire and sending prayers, we then stripped to our swim-trunks, each sent a prayer to the fire and went inside the iglo shaped lodge, kneeling, thru the small opening and sat down on the dirt ground one next to another tightly with knees bent upwards to the chest so that everyone, about 20 men, could all fit. The elders sent prayers, the man in charge of the fire brought 7 rocks in, 4 for each direction of the compass or the 4 stages of life, 1 for earth, one for the skies, and one for people, they put some of the sweet smelling tobaco over it and the lodge was filled with a nice tastey smoke, they brought in a metal bucket of water, or as they called it water of life, poured some over the rock and the drumming and chanting began, the elders chanted at first, but as it got hotter everyone participated, the chants were prayers in their languages and felt easy on the soul and the drumming was hypnotic. After the first round of songs they opened the small cloth door for fresh ait to come in, and elders spoke wise words about bringing about goodness through prayers, they brough more rocks in and so it went for four rounds, each round was hotter from the previous round with the accumulative heat of the combined rocks, the tip of my ears were burning but it felt good. The elders had a lot of wisdom in their talks during the airing breaks between rounds, this was a beautiful experience, I felt close to earth and all the different walks of people present there, from the elder natives, to the hispanics, to the white people and to myself, the iranian, amazing how simple it is for different people to come together and share one love, one spirit together with respect. After the ceremony we all went inside the house and had one of the tastiest home made meals, tortillas, stew, rice and beans and potatos, truly hit the spot, I think this is gonna become a new tradition for me, peace and respect goes to my native american friend who introduced me to this, I truly feel elated.
Danger Ball is a ball exactly size of a volyball but with the grippy texture of a basketball, like a mini-basketball, it's black in color, and the catch is that it weighs 10 pounds. Danger ball wasn't meant to be dangerous at all, in fact it is sold as "medicine ball" for people with joint problems to lift it as a way to get the exercises recommended by their physical therapists but when it's thrown at people intentionally it earns its nickname, danger ball.
excerpt taken from CNN.com at the time of the post:
time to update this B . I . H. as i'd been neglectful...
Last night I tagged along with my producer friend to go to a birthday party in the semi-ghetto part of the town, the pre-party party was already somethin' by itself to write about, but the actual party was amazing. 4 DJs in the kitchen mixing and spinning every good hip hop beat out there, 6 emcees battling, 6 breakdancers in the living room spinning on their hands and heads, and and a buncha graffiti artists in the yard tagging the walls, to make the long story short, it was like being in the eminem movie 8 mile! I bailed at 3:30 before the cops showed, but since my ride had taken off I walked through the hood and past the cemetary, thank god I'm a large person and not the likely target for getting picked on by men and ghosts alike. Took the two mile walk to the 24 hour joint by the university and ran into my friends there, had a burito, chai and fries, and for the first time in years I stayed up till 6 am. Now that's what I call an exciting night!
Alright Alright, so it's Friday night and I don't feel like going out tonight, no sign of will to debauch in me tonight, not in the mood to socialize and doesn't mean I'm in a bad mood either, I'm feeling content and prefer to spend the night quietly at home. Damn man, I just had some Akbar-Mashti Brand (TM) ice cream and it kicked ass. Been working on the lyrics for a 175 bpm drum'n'bass song and in fact, time to get back to it and oh yeah, it's my blog, I can be boring if I want to damn it!
You know it's a good party when...
So it only took a year to write the lyrics for this and two months to record it with the help of my producer friend, and i guess that's no big deal, but just in case you weren't sure if I could kick ass before, this will make it clear...
Gee, since x3me twisted my arm in the last post's comments I'm updating for his sake!
So among the more amusing things that happened to me this past weekend was having my ears on fire and letting a friend lite up his cigarrette using my ear! Lets make this clear that by ears on fire I don't mean the slang about when someone's talking behind your back, I'm talking about real flames and real ear! It started with a few friends on a porch talking about random things, I have no idea how the conversation came about but someone said there are these candles that are hollow inside and you stick one end in your ear and lite up the other end and the flame consumes the oxygen inside the hollow candle which in turn creates a vacume that sucks your ear wax out, sounds exciting? What was even more interesting was that the host had bought a couple of these things and had tried it before and still had one left! I thought what better thing to do on a Sat night at around 10pm than to stick a burning candle in my ear so I volenteered, and as fun and amusing as it was, I can tell you it really wasn't the most effective way to get rid of ear wax out, I'd still recommend a q-tip, but a friend lighting a ciggarette off my ear was priceless!
People sleep to (a) rest and (b) forget about their troubles but sometimes the one thing you count on to ease your mind turns against you. I hate having fight dreams, like all the butting heads with regular people during the day wasn't good enough that the subconscious feels the need to produce more of it in form of a dream, and you go to bed thinking you're gonna get some rest and it's all gonna be better but wake up mosre stressed, and that's how nature fucks with you!
They say WD-40 fixes everything, and if it doesn't, it pro'ly didn't need to be fixed to begin with.
See, this one or two measly readership trickling from Shadi's blog doesn't cut it for me, as a deev I'm used to unnaturaly large proportions, and the 7 foot walking stick needs 7000 devout readership, but what the heck, who am I kidding, this blog sucks, that's why I don't even advertise for it, I got my readers in the Persian one and lost my boner for writing exciting things in English and that's why it sucks! Hell, I even wrote this outa obligation, obligatory post so I my blog doesn't rust and grow those nasty mold u see in corner of ur tub. Ah faq it, it's no use...
Lately it's been very popular for rap songs to have a "Part 2", I think they're following the footsteps of cheesy Hollywood movies, and with that said, I'm jumping the band wagon. The whole point of the first Iron Fist post was to say that I plan to rule my blog with an Iron Fist so stay the fuck away, but as imagination took over I got carried away and didn't cover that delicate point at all, hence the follow up. I'm sick and tired of reading about people's problems, whinings and bullshit, even more so, I'm sick and tired of reading peoples poetry on their blogs. I think I'm sick and tired of reading in general, as Sir Butt-Head once said it best "if I wanted to read I'd go to school dumbass!". In this blog I plan to just simply attack eveything, like a rhino charging anything in his vicinity, the point is to rebel without a cause against rebeling without a cause, and if you don't like it I hope you choke on it.
This story is about billiards, if you don't care for the game or don't know its rules then this is gonna be a lame article for you...
It's self satisfaction as in "oooh, wow, everybody look at me, look what I write" and for that matter narcistic. It's "I love myself so much that you should too" kinda writing, self centered, self obssessed and masturbatory in its essence. I masturbate every now and then, hence I blog too, 'cept that much like when I first discovered masturbating back in a day, I blog very often now. And for you reader, you only read cause you're a wanker too and know the feeling. Case closed!
Sometimes I think that having iron fists would suck, as a kid you'd prob'ly break a lot of things and get bitch-slapped by your parents and angry shopkeepers a lot, you're never taken to your local Hallmark store for instance and the dish-and-glass-ware section of any department store is outa the question as well. Sentimental things could be particularly of danger to the kid with iron fists, say the urn holding granma's ashes, the 9 year old dried up roses your dad gave your mom the valentine's night he knocked her up with you, or the novelty clear glass toilet bowl invented by your uncle. If you break your wrist, or grow a tumor in your ass, forget about MRIs, you're simply shit outa luck there. It gets even worse, in a cold winter night after comming home at 2 in the morning you just can't warm up your hands in your microwave oven, you have to use that piece of shit conventional oven that takes 15 minutes to warm up.
Great, now that I got a link from Shadi I know I'm gonna get bothered by all sortsa freaky bastards comming here expecting to see real content and I either have to provide it or be blamed for being the bastard undeserving leach of valuable internet blog traffic! Either way work is required to a)write b)fend off the tough crowd with a 7 feet pole I always carry with me as a walking stick (for those not in the know, Deev the mythical monster of ancient persian mythology is blessed/cursed with unrealistic pissed-and-green-bruce-banner like stature). Well, with all that said, I welcome you to my humble, never mind modesty, BAD ASS place of mental drainage, leave a messege after the beep. beeeeeeeeeep!
Ok, first off, fucking blogger ate my first post, I pee on it! Secondly, I'm back, and pissed as ever, particularly now, and what's even worse is, during this past year I didn't have no comment's thingy to see who missed me, so eat dirt rate-your-music, I aint waking at 5am just to get a fucking comments crap, I pee on you too! Ahh, that's better, back and agitated as shit, life's great, I feel elated, bite me! =)
It's a wrong night. Who wnats a bar fight? Baseball bats? I got somthing for that. It goes rat-a-tat-tat (yeah, you know what that is)! Enough said, get the album "In search of" by N.E.R.D.
Hello world, from here is where I will launch my verbal assault on planet earth and other neighboring planets. Take cover as this is the first strike of the Deev. You shall see me tear a new asshole for any and all politicians, lawyers, members of the executive branch and generally anyone I can get my hands on. Don't like your local governor, neither do I, but the hell with them, and lemme assure you, they're all gonna die sooner or later and go kick it with the devil himself, but what will remain however, is the spirit of defiance, no matter what year it is and who is in charge. With that said, all the presidents/prime ministers/ monarchs in the world and their deputies can line up, kiss my ass and call it ice cream.
