Coign's Corner

07/05/04 Blah, blah. Yeah I know I am a slacker. But I hope no one is relying on this episodes to come out in a timely manner. Everything from a new car, to a new job to holidays conspire against me to finish them on time. So I will rephrase my earlier optimistic thinking of getting one done a week, and then every two weeks. Just be aware I am still working on them but I am moving really slow. So I will just post an update to the forums each time one is done.

Once again if you are going to collect these as they come out, be aware the index will change as I release each episode and add to the index. And one of these days I will actually make up a nice little grouping of them so you do not have to scroll through the page archives to get the earlier groupings. Just don't ask me when.

Index
Episode III - Dropping Acid

06/08/04 So I haven't been working much on the site. I got a new project car and I have been trying to get that up and running. I have to move my demo of the Afternow site to mirror over here or maybe I will just set up my own page in this format of my transcribing. So what is my transcribing again you ask?

I am transcribing the radio show Tales of the Afternow. I go the first two episodes done in a week and the 3rd episode has taken me 2 weeks and is still not done. But it is close. Like I have ranted before, I am the type of person that will start 100 things and finish 2. But I did say if Cimm did not have the first 2 episodes and index I sent him up last week that I would post them. So in no pretty fashion here are the links to the current index and first two episodes.

Now if you are going to collect these as they come out, be aware the index will change as I release each episode and add to the index.

Index
Episode I - Stream Jack
Episode II - Little Rocks

And for the radio show itself go to www.theafternow.com and pull it from one of their mirrors.

5/05/04 Well I am still working on details and format for this site in the back ground. The biggest change is that I am removing the Wog Army label and slowing converting this section of the site into a Think for Yourself site. The Wog Army and what they stand for hold to many connotations that I do not want to get into. That and I am not entirely sure what they do stand for and if that changes I may be unwilling to go along with that change.

I am currently setting up a Blogger manager and I want to eventually get this page converted to a template format that Blogger will recognize. Then I can post some cool code and anybody can just pull the template and instantly create their own rant site to pass on information, news, and opinions of how we can stand up for our rights.

4/23/2004 As you can see this site is not very complete. I am going to use this as a bouncing board to put up information that I do not think should be buried in archives. And I will put up shit that I think should be buried in archives. Like the transcribed rant below. You will eventually not see that on the main page.

Hell I am not really sure what I want this page to consist of yet, but when I do; well you will be the last to know as I will just change the page to suit my needs.

Sean Kennedy - Speech From The Desk

Life should be chaos. It should be alive. It should strut and pose and scream. Not shuffle along starring at its feet. We must always strive for the extremes forever pushing the boundaries of acceptance, because without that, we have no method for evolution. No way to surpass our social limits, no way to be a freak, a noble freaks. It will be the freaks and weirdos that through the wisdom of their mutual suffering will strive to make the world a better place for everyone. It's true that no one person is any more important than any other, but the actions that one person takes can influence an entire world. We must as individuals recognize the tremendous power that this gives us, the unbelievable strength of self-realization. The power that comes from this is not only the most important concept for a person to understand, it is vital to the whole of our species to survive. The real world, our world, is a beautiful terror to behold. It's a fantastic voyage of depravity,truth, wonder and ugliness. Each new day should be embraced with as glories of these surging battles. We must not seek to medicate ourselves into a pacified trance, true peace will only be found by the dead. We must not allow ourselves to be sedated by would be mothers and fathers of this bubble-child nation. As they have done with me, they would seek to drug you, make you a "normal" or "well-adjusted corpse" without the passions and depressions of a living being. You must not allow this, do not let their silence overtake you. Life should be symphony, it should be a thrash concert, not black deadly silence. I pray to what ever gods exist, hear me now. Give me the extreme rising peaks of excitement and the desperate low dregs of depression, and forever make me deaf to the hum of mediocrity so that when I die, I can say I knew what it really was to be alive.