Malathion, wherever you may be, thanks for the Peggy Nadrima quote on 10/8/2000. It's timeless.  

At one point in my life I had the impression that Courtnee and I were at least somewhat friends. Ever since the day Courtnee has left Baltimore, I have only once heard the sound of her voice. That was through a telephone conversation that I initiated.

Was I wrong to think that giving a friend blind support was a gesture of good will? Who knows. The link said rant, I decided to rant.

Who has Courtnee become? How did she evolve there? How did a Jersey Wall crashing wallflower become who she is today? I guess only she knows that.

To me Courtnee has always been an artsy person, wether her art was appreciated or not is to each their own. But what is art without an audience? Art.  

First post of 2004! And Nee is bald.  

visit #suicide2 allready  

Nee,
I watch you while you sleep.

Just kidding! Eat At Joe's!  

Just want to say hi and see how you are doing  

Oh god, I just had the worst experience ever. You know how sometimes you can get your hopes up about something, and I mean really high, like past the sky high mark, only to have them fall with a sickenly resonating thud? That was the last few hours of my life. The way I'm feeling right now is how I imagine a can feels like when it's crushed against someone's forehead. I feel physically ill; I think that if I were old enough to drink I'd be in the beginning stages of a three-day binge. Life REALLY SUCKS sometimes! People suck most of the time, but there are moments when they transcend the suckyness to arrive at a higher level of cruelty. I mean, has anyone ever given thought to sparing someone else's feelings and not being so damn self-centered all the time? Would it kill someone to be nice in the face of an awkward situation?


I am scum.  

hey I couldn't get the guestbook to open, dead link maybe but I just wanted to say that your site is v. interesting and entertaining! :) You are inspirational in subtle ways, it's great! I hope your life stays beautiful for the rest of its current consciousness cuz it's nice to read people who live their lives colourfully (forgive the spelling, I'm from the UK). Have a great day nee! =)

.j.  

its kindabad you gave it this name but i think its really cool.  

i want to get admin and be an admin with my own clan and server...how do i get started?  

/ pio  

hey!
just checkin out Diuturnity... very nice (as usual ;)
very glad to hear you still using that beautiful voice of yours!
hope all is well...
take care.  

Lottie dottie I hope you like to party
because sooner or later ill have your body!  

wretched in pain
release appear
induced by voice
inspired by fear
in debt to pain
searching release
an angel sings
to find her peace
the voice it yearns
for a return
to the place
before the burn
to the place
before the fear
that long ago
made her appear


nee, thank you for being you  

"Nee", you bitch way too much and you have a stupid nickname that you stole from Johnny The Homicidal Maniac. NNY. I'm sure you bestowed it upon yourself. You dumb whining cunt. No wonder you're all alone and think the world hates you. IT DOES. Life is cruel, so get over it.  

Interesting site - you're very talented.  

you know people only love you because you are
hot, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, demonic, angelic, intelligent powerfull and seductive.

but it's not your fault though...
people will dive bomb right into the light
like a nat...

that's what you make me feel like sometimes...

like a burnt nat...

but it's ok...
it's not your fault......

i am sure you are happy with the love that you
get from your self and as well as others.

i still can't figure out as to why it is
that a pretty girl like you can also have
this powerfull dark side.

you must be very high on the genetic chain of
dominance....

it's puzzling that we have not yet meat,
but i bet you would not like to do that.....

I might hurt you or something..

I also am high on this genetic ladder..
I have something different that allmost as sexy
as your eye, though it feels like your eye looks...

hmm.... i wonder what thoughts i can feel from your mind...

 

I once had a dream about the inner workings of my penis...

it was verry interesting.... kinda freeky
but in a powerfull way.

if you would like to hear about it....
i would love to share it with you.  

I like your rag..... it looks like my own.  

Don't take a shit if you don't know how to use toilet paper...  

Wow, looking back at your guestbook, it looks like I've been spamming it.. until I check the dates. Come on people, write stuff here! Don't leave me all alone =P  

what is the one thing you wish you could have done before you died?  

/me steals Nee and runs away to the Bahamas  

you are one cool chick.  

"Do you know how long a year takes when it's going away?" Dunbar repeated to Clevinger. "This long." He snapped his fingers. "A second ago you were stepping into college with your lungs full of fresh air. Today you're an old man."

"Old?" asked Clevinger with surprise. "What are you talking about?"

"Old."

"I'm not old."

"You're inches away from death every time you go on a mission. How much older can you be at your age? A half minute before that you were stepping into high school, and an unhooked brassiere was as close as you ever hoped to get to Paradise. Only a fifth of a second before that you were a small kid with a ten-week summer vacation that lasted a hundred thousand years and still ended too soon. Zip! They go rocketing by so fast. How the hell else are you ever going to slow down?" Dunbar was almost angry when he finished.

"Well, maybe it is true," Clevinger conceded unwillingly in a subdued tone. "Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it's to seem long. But in that event, who wants one?"

"I do," Dunbar told him.

"Why?" Clevinger asked.

"What else is there?"  

hope next year is better than the last. nice reads here.

pen  

Hey.. just saying hi.  

I'm sure harry potter was boring. Recipe for boring shit: Base a movie on a boring fucking book.

Theoretically, the Lord of the Rings could kick a lot of ass. At least they'll be working with the greatest story ever told, rather than goddamn hogwarts.  

http://www.redmondchamber.org/Members_Only/update3.asp?MembershipID=5785

Didn't try it to see if it works because I was laughing so hard at the fact that a simple Google search found it.  

I recently spent five or so days in Pennsylvania at the funeral of my uncle, Tom Delaney, the brother of my father. Tom was 53 when he was diagnosed with stomach cancer and we all had a good ten months to watch it eat him alive.. and that it did. Tom looked like a concentration camp victim, starved, bald and pale with disease, despite the best efforts of Pennsylvania's Finest Funeral Home. His lips were contorted and pressed unnaturally togeether (I suspect with some kind of adhesive).

I remember when I came to Pennsylvania for my grandfathers funeral, even my grandmother was not horribly broken up about it. He was well into his 70's and everyone agreed it was his time. The father of six, Edward Francis Delaney II (my father is the third) quietly shuffled off the mortal coil. Now, my uncle Tom, with two children still living in the house with his second wife (born to the first), lay in the same position as my grandfather had.. and the disease ravaging him had left him looking old and frail, with the same tired expression of a weary old man that my grandfather had worn in his casket.

Matt Delaney, his eighteen year old son and (of course) my cousin, is something of an artist. Tom was a computer programmer (I guess it runs in my family) but Matt's work with them is far different; he has a hobby of creating artwork with computers, from corporate art to 3d animations and stills. He received a full scholarship to more than one art school for his work, and everyone around him cheers him on constantly and supports him whenever he needs it.

He seemed to be dealing with his loss as well as anyone could. The family had rented several resort apartments as they commonly do for get-togethers, and when I went into his room I said "What are you all doing?" Matt, with a big grin on his face, pointed at me and yelled "YOUR MOM!" and almost fell out of his chair laughing. Stunned, I could only stare at my feet in embarassment. But partly, I was smiling, glad to see him so happy if only for a moment that everyone else spent close to tears.

Matt accepted condolences at the viewing with smiles and generous thank yous, hand shakes, and hugs dealt out evenly among relatives as they passed by in what appeared to be an endless conga line.

"I think," said my father Ed to him, "that family is the most important thing in situations like that," referring to Tom's ordeal of waiting almost a year for an inevitable death.

"Yeah, its really great that you came out and got to see him," replied Matt with the faintest of smiles and a nod.

In all this, Allison Delaney (Ally, as everyone calls her), Matt's fifteen year old sister, stands motionless staring off into space. I imagine her loss to be far different from Matt's. Matt is practically an independant adult; as my aunt Maureen would say, "Matt and Ally have lost a great cheerleader." But she forgot that Ally had also lost a role model, a big brother who fought her battles for her, a security blanket and her very best friend, all at once. She still depended on him to be there even after he was gone, in the way only a young child can.

Three years earlier, when Ally was 12 and I was 15, there had been a similar gathering of Delaney's at my grandmothers house in Hawley, Pennsylvania. Ally had, apparently, liked me somewhat. "He's cute," she said to my uncle Dick. Today, Ally was dressed up in something like a womans business suit, her straight long hair neatly combed and cascading down to the middle of her back. She will obviously be an incredibly beautiful woman. She acted like a woman, too, but certainly didn't feel like one, growing more and more empty and alone with each "I'm sorry," and "It's nice to see you, sorry about the circumstances" her friends and relatives delivered with such formality and repetitiveness that they seemed to be enacting a tired routine, as if they were reading it from a script.

I never said anything like that to either of them. I am not proud of it. I think I just couldn't find it in me, despite all the prompting from my parents ("It would be really nice if you could say you're sorry"), to try to console someone for a loss so enormous I may never understand it. I think I would rather run from the flood than impotently attempt to dam it with a single brick.. and that's what makes me a coward.

Years from now I'll regret what I did. But instead of saying that, I taught my cousins how to play card games. To my shock and great chagrin, they didn't know how to play ANY of these games: draw, stud and hold-em poker, hearts, spades, or euchre.

Matt seemed to dislike poker, particularly since everyone else insisted on playing draw poker (easily the worst kind, in my opinion) and all we had to bet with were Ritz crackers. The salt and crumbs were getting all over the place, plus Ally kept stealing his and eating them when he wasn't looking. Matt caught her taking one, and in retaliation tossed a cracker like a skipping stone directly into her face.. and naturally, a huge foodfight ensued. Everyone in the room (kids only) started grabbing crackers -- or anything they could get ahold of, for that matter -- and started hurling them at each other. Ally dove into the bathroom with an handful of Ritz and waited in ambush while Matt tossed a bunch of saltines at me.

Ally saw her chance, and stepping out of the bathroom, fired a cracker with all her might like a cannon directly on target for Matt's head across the room. Unfortunately for my cousin David, who had just ducked into the bathroom for cover, the cracker struck him directly in the ear and shattered pieces of Ritz all over his face. He immediately yelled "Augh!" and began slapping the side of his head repeatedly in a vain attempt to shake the crumbs from out his ear.

Of course, the spectacle of my thirteen year old cousin slapping his cheek repeatedly while yelling "augh! augh!" brought the whole event to a screeching halt as the rest of us collapsed to the floor, whooping with laughter at his poor misfortune.

When it was all over, we noticed the mess we had made, and set about attempting to collect the broken up Ritz and saltine crumbs that were permanently ground into the carpet. The meager amount we could pick out from behind chairs and under beds we took turns flushing, tossing, and trashing until there was no obvious evidence of the bloody battle that had taken place here.

We retired downstairs to play euchre, which Matt and David seemed to like very much, while Ally alternated between watching japanime on cartoon network and spectating our game. My partner, David, seemed to have a propensity for calling spades even if he didn't have any ("I was just hoping you had them," he told me later) and we lost miserably, but it passed time, about which no one could complain.

Inevitably, after watching several episodes of Courage the Cowardly Dog, we all crashed around the place randomly. Ally went upstairs, presumably to sleep on the bed with all the cracker crumbs. Daniel and I slept on a fold-out bed, Christine comatose on a couch, and David apparently slept on the floor. Matt wandered off into another room.

Earlier that day at Tom's service, Matt tried (and admirably succeeded) to keep himself together. Ally wept lightly. And I stared at the ceiling, listening to a priest talk about Tom and the months he had spent with him before his death. Tom loved Tolkien's books; The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings.

The priest said, "I think the lessons of those books is like the lesson of Tom's life. Life, as they say, is a journey. It is not a destination.. and the things that happen along the way are so much more important than what happens at the end.

"The ancient Celts [the whole Delaney family is Irish] had a word for a place in the forest, or anywhere in the world, so beautiful, so perfect, that you could see right through it into the next world. They called it a 'thin' place. I think when Tom went out hiking as he so often loved to do, he was always looking for that thin place out in the forest. As Tolkien said, not all who wander are lost. And now Tom is wandering off.. he's just stepping on out. Goodbye, Tom."

If you sit and think hard enough about life and death, and what it means to be here or there, maybe your life will flash before your eyes even though you aren't really dying.

This has all meant something greater to me than losing an uncle, or a friend, or watching a tragic story unfold. I can look back on Tom's life and see all the great things he did, the people he loved and the lives he changed, and that means more than anything I could say or think or feel.

to be continued...  

"i am ten thousand dollars in debt over stupid material shit, and dont even have a working car or the means to purchase one. i waste my life away sitting in front of the fucking computer ..."

geez.. sounds like we're in the same boat... broke and in debt.
fun isn't it? *sigh.
...at least we have our music ;)

.miQ
http://noize.i.am
 

wonderful exposure on the news, nee;)
you look as about excited as i am in those cam shots... hehe..
when i get out west we should plan some parties blahblahblah...

.miQ
http://i.am/noize
http://www.death-force.com
http://www.nwhrdkore.com/main.html
http://www.dtrashrecords.com
http://mediacore.org/
i think it'd be quite interesting;)  

btw, according to babelfish.altavista.com, menglefs post translates roughly to this:

high courtnee, I am bored, therefore I will sign it guestbook and will insert it into German, therefore you must translate it i-hope that everything probably is and that you converted not into freemasonry.  

hohes courtnee, werde ich gebohrt, also werde ich Ihr guestbook unterzeichnen und es in Deutsches einsetzen, also müssen Sie es übersetzen i-Hoffnung, daß alle wohl ist und daß Sie nicht in freemasonry umgewandelt haben.  

Hey, its been awhile since I dropped by here, but I was just poking around and I noticed that I originally left a paragraph out of the post on your frontpage by Peggy Nadramia. I dont know if I left it out on purpose or by accident, but its inserted between the first and second paragraphs of what you have now.. anyway here goes.. whether you want to include it is up to you.

---------------------------------

...This is why I can hate so purely, so irrevocably, anything that wastes my precious time, energy and attention.

Along with Me, I love He Who Is Not Me, my husband. He is, for one thing, the consciousness in which I can see a wonderful reflection of my own God, myself. His love for me qualifies him with the very best of taste and discernment, after all; he obviously knows what’s good for him. My cells respond to his pheromones, and being around him gives me a heightened feeling of happiness, contentment and well-being. The shape of his face is the dearest sight in the world to me. He is my mentor, my master, my very best friend; I have placed with him my perfect trust, and he accepts it as only a real man can. His hopes, dreams, goals are mine; his disappointments are mine, too, and thusly I hate whatever distresses him or gets in his way. This hate, too, is black and pure, like gunpowder; it can burn as brightly and as feverishly as my love.

Next, I love my tribe, my folk, those who are like as me...
 

I came, I saw, I thought the site was pretty cool. Peace.
 

Wow. Every time I come here it gets better and better! Just thought I would pop in and say hi, and I see everything has been changed and looks really cool! Keep up the good work Nee!! Love you!!!  

People are actually interested in this shit? Your "rants" are boring and played out. Do you think your thoughts are intesesting and original? Do you honestly think they are worthy of their own domain space? You can read this type of drivel on any angst-filled teen's geocities site. Your color scheme looks like a high-school gym uniform. Viral euthanasia's letters are the only saving grace found here. Congrats to him/her...  

These people who sent you these hatemails reveal their fetish; you. They need you. You dont need them. Otherwise, they would turn on their heel and refuse to subject themselves to that which they need not.

Conceited/self-centered or not, conceit being a positive characteristic or not, I'd say that gives you a lot of power over them. You are certainly more important to them than they are to you.  

I'm glad you appreciated it as much, if not more, than I did. If you're curious, or just want to credit the author, the name of the woman who wrote it is Peggy Nadrima. Enjoy.  

being the self indulgent fuck i am, i appreciate that last post more than any other on the page simply for being the one i can most relate to. it is comforting to know that someone other than me wrote such a thing, and someone who reads up on me thought to post it. im sure the stupid fuck who set me one of the lamest cheap-shot hate mails on the face of the planet the other day will very much enjoy it as well. thank you.  

A wiser person than myself once said: "Firstly, necessarily, I love myself. I'm my own God, after all, and I put no Gods before Me. I'm uppermost in my mind; I always bring me flowers. Sometimes I realize I could have done something better; sometimes I make mistakes. It's wonderful how I learnfrom these things; it's exciting to have an opportunity to be an even better Me. Even when I deny myself something, withhold gratification, it's always in order to enjoy something even more fulfilling and worthwhile down the road. This is why I can hate so purely, so irrevocably, anything that wastes my precious time, energy and attention...

Next, I love my tribe, my folk, those who are like as me. They can be friends or family, but in my heart they are simply my tribe ... They light my days and bring me joy through their achievements and antics; they make the world a more interesting place. Sometimes they are close enough to share food or warmth or simply company; sometimes they are far away, voices on phone lines, words on a page. But they're always in here, part of me, my folk. I cannot feel indifferent toward those who would distress my tribe. He who attacks them attacks Me; he who places obstacles in their way earns my ire, my enmity, my hate.

I love everything that belongs to me, all my stuff. I love my books, my music, my pretty china, my coffee machine, my raincoat, my old, soft green blouse. I hate anybody who would steal, destroy or disorder my precious stuff; why wouldn't I? What value could such a creep have that would exceed that of my heavy stoneware mug, my perfect leather bag?

Contingent on all of this, I love the world. It's so beautiful, so perfect a setting for my God, Me. I love mountains, the sea, acres of trees without a single house, rows of houses all antiqueand charming, museums, fog, delicious nourishment, quiet afternoons, star-filled nights. If only there weren't all these anti-life bastards who want to fuck it all up, who hate themselves so much they have to destroy the source of their own sustenance. I hate them. Only in the depths of the black flame in my heart is it known how much I hate them and what they've done to the world, these library-burners, these child-molesters, these people who, as Charlie said, kill things that are better than they are. When they ask why we hate them, can they ever really understand the answer unless they love as we do, love with the dark love of life and self?"  

Your site is quite impressive-nuf sed.  

nee,

Sorry it's taken me so long to get here and check everything out. Rowr. Half-naked nee pics eh? You're a walking advertisement for gorgeous :) Maybe I'll make it up to Seattle sometime soon, been promising Wrl and yt for months. Anyhow, back to being sick.

Take care,
kel

"I may be a bad woman, but I'm awfully good company."
- Fanny Brice
 

You're still a jealous fucked up little baby courtnee.

Keep writing about me, I love hearing my name mentioned!  

any chance you could listen to my remix of mystere? I sent you an email about it. I'd like to do something with the song rather than it sit in a netdrive account.

spiders are the universal beauty, that's why so many people are afraid of them. It's deep in the mind that we're so far away from being beautiful to anyone but ourselves. Venus is a BlackWidow  

hey nee.
dont make it bad
take a sad song and make it better.
remember to let her into your heart.
than you can start to make it better
hey jude,
dont be afraid
ypu were made to go out and get her
the minute you let her under your skin,
then you begin to make it better
but any time you feel the pain
hey jude refrain, dont carry the world upon your
shoulder,
for well you know im just a fool, who plays it cool by making his world a little colder.
da da da yeah
Hey nee
dont let me down,
you have found her, now go and get her
the minute you let it in to your heart
than you can start to make it better.

so let it out and let it in, hey nee begin,
your waiting for some one too perform with,
but dont you know its just you?
hey jude youll do, the movement you need is on
ur shoulder.

la da da de da da
hey...




 

I always thought that part of the book was so that the person quoting it could amuse himself, watching people try to understand it, failing, and declaring the book meaningless. I am entertained to no end that a book written in such plain English continuously confounds people.  

Nee-
i have a couple of thoughts.
1--fuck Stiles Goldberg.
2--thanks for the information on bartolin cysts. i found your website trying to find information on them.
3--The Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy will never be considered classic literature, but people will no doubt continue to quote it as if it actually meant a gawddamn thing.
4--having known Puce.com for a while, but only recently stumbling on your site, i am refreshed. Is your music available @ mp3.com?

 

There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizzare and inexplicable.

There is another theory which states this has already happened.  

lots of adoration for you .. adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore adore .. had enough yet?  

nocturnal...
releived of my post-trauma tension built beyond the need for more explanations...
the rush of paranoia no longer affects me. (i'm in denial) but at least i can admit it.
what am i doing here?
sane thoughts are nasty little buggers to pin down these days...this daze...lack of nicotine of too much computer screen?
i filter my thoughts , but in physical speech i don't have the comfort of the backspace button.

rock on nee.  

I leave Seattle, and theres always some reason i have to come back. Damn town, never liked it much.  

ha, looks like you had fun skating. Just out of curiosity, is that skate king? I used to live in the northwest and it looks familiar.
Anyway great site.

 

if only courtnee was my wife, my life would be much easier, no more searching for the right person. how do i know shes the one? i dont, im just guessing. maybe its lust  

Just thought that I would say that you have an AWESOME site and That you also seem very Awesome!!
Although I am sure that you know this already.  

guestbook is back up now. unfortunately i have very poor backup skills and lost a big chunk of entries in the database. so fill the thing up again with cool stuff, cause i get a lot of comments on the entries in here. mostly good. :)  

oh my god... courtnee needs to be my wife...  

Just found your site today, looks very nice/cool. Your also a bit of a babe too, you see mlike a very interesting person. You can check my site out if you want to. I have pretty much writen my life story there fr the last 5 months or something. Anyway keep up the good effort, maybe speak to you later.

Chris  

chrome....CHROME? That will be interesting to see. Ever let whitey cut ur hair? THAT shows alot o' trust!
Is it just my decrepid monitor or are the straps an ur tank top missing on shot 2&3 of ur 3 shot pic? Did it fall off? That happened to the shirt i made back in home Ec. a few years ago. :)
After all, U did say that the most we'll see is some shoulder blade....just wasnt expexting NEKKID shoulder blade! Does ur father know about this smutty children porn ur putting on ur site?!? j/k
 

you know i checked out this site from the stileproject and i must say the msuic and some of the art issome of the best ive ever heard and seen ever. i really dig the low eerieish voice in the music.  

great, excellent page...the writing was very good, & also liked the pictures (i also had a cat named boots when i was a kid; got a kick out of that). anyway, keep up the good work & other such parting inanities...i plan to stop by again...swing by my page if you get the chance  

Anyone have a Interesting new years eve? We went to beale Street in Memphis....never had so many ppl grab my crotch/butt in one night..guess thats what i get for being amongst 50000 inebriated ppl in a three block radius! what was everyone doin at midnight? cowering in ur shelters? passed out in the street? Sexing up the the top of the hour? Or....did u guys; get drunk, have sex and pass out in ur shelter?

Nee, any of ur cats male? Mine is starting to spray i believe...stinks like hell. maybe he just pee'ed* on m jacket as a hint to change his litter box!  

everyone in the office is enraptured, even the Freemasons. [and they're a bunch of assholes.]

 

happy new year everyone. be safe and dont do anything stupid. i am just going to sit around and home witnessing the havoc on tv.

cheers,
-nee  

very have a good New Year! Plz B safe and for fucking Christ's sake, dont go drinking and drivin' cause i have to clean U and the ppl u hit up off the road.
Nee, ONE resolution u need to make iz to get ur CHAT up!  

You have a good site here. I hope to see some more stuff soon. You have a pretty creative head on your shoulders. Don't let it go to waste.  

*DROOL* Never wanted to be a drumsstick B4 courtnee, but u make it look like fun! I've imagined what it would b like to be a little pussy (kittty) B4 but u make that look like heaven also!
btw, ive got my stupid litle "raving" bro turned onto ur music. He somehow hooked it up with some psycadelic, trippy app. that he dl'ed. Its fucking awesome....suggest u get iy(u prob already have it being the wonderful womanthat u r)


P.S. someone tell me y the fuck cats love to tear up christmas tree's? my little ashton wreaked havoc on ours! just wonderin'  

Hey,
Nice page layout. Cheer up, you're a beautiful, talented and smart woman. Ever need a percussionist let me know.
/me goes back to being jealous of whitey
 

Really man, where do I find chicks like you? All the hot girls I come by are retards and the cool ones are butt! Anyway, your site is buttah. Great Links, they are the eyes to the Webmistresses soul.  

judging by http://www.antipathy.org/~courtnee/family/thanksgiving3.jpg you are perfect.. why cant they make more people like you?
stoned, meat, hot..

*drool*  

...i think my mouse just called me
'bitch'.

have at you foul device compliant with
one...nay many gui's! terrible wired plague of
crooked joints and carpal hands. what right
have you to call me bitch? two-buttoned
mouse, 1 wired fence, a single revolving
ball to crawl like insect upon the ground.
wicked wench of instrument, foul plastic
oval of might. i could smash you in a
breath...yet you try me and cry bitch.

i fear the drugs postpone our drinks for tonight.

desperate tool of desktop appliance, i care little for your ills, or dust which settles
in tight...corners. yet you call me bitch? and why! merciless piece of wanton desire, what
could you care if thou had heart and soul!?! you
have nothing, but a rotted platic hole.

i've seen the future, and there are few rooms for such primative controller.

double-clicking satisfaction, scroll wheel laughing, angerily taunting, hellspawn of anti-fashion!!! *lay & clam down* ...but i sit...and cry...and listen to your word... a cold cruel fantasy of wheeled mouse pleasure. would the single button derelict of mac fare me any better?

what was that? bitch. you die.
NOW I AM LAUGHING FUCKER  

so like when are you gonna put up some nude pics of you doing your laundry or something? ;]  

Really like "my brave heart". Matter fact i like nearly all, but "my brave heart" is m fav. Make more that i can move to(has a beat)while in tha car and i WILL by a cd(you get royalties dont ya?).  

I'm baaaack. Nothing like a late night foray into courtnee's domain! These damn comp's dont have speakers so i havent been able to listen to ANY of ur musack. Still readain through ur stuff and is more interesting with every paragraph.(rave)

what do youhave if u combine 1000 lesbians with 1000 politicans?

2000 ppl that dont do dick.
HAHAHA...sic  

I don't know how the hell I found your page but I'm glad I did. It looks like something I've been trying to drum up for the past fucking how long, I don.t know~!@$$$!@#% Nevertheless it rocks. This is the type of stuffs that I love to see on this web. There is not enough real hardcore like this. Big Ups and respect to all involved/.(brilliant)
Love from a passionate Greek guy in Sydney who cant get enough of good mdma or good mda for that matter.
 

how are parking spaces and men alike?


All the good ones are taken and the ones that r left r handicapped. :)
 

I tremendously enjoy ur site. Found it through stileproject, and am now destined to be a regular visitor. U have an ingenuitive layout, and u r a very beautiful woman(gorgeous eyes). Plz keep updating and writing more songs.  

Nice page, ill have to check out your tunes
at mp3.com
and remember...every one loves kung foo fighting

 

Genius knows its limitations, and I certainly don't know mine. That's why I listen to Ravi Shankar, master sitar guru. I recommend a listen...it should be the dog's bullocks.  

Hello. I got linked from stileproject.com and must say it sure is interesting reading about other people though I suppose we do it more as an escape from our own lives. I hope to setup a website someday but I am a victim of procrastination. This page is cool, I am truly impressed.. very commendable HTML skills.. for a girl.. muhahahahaha. uhh, peace out.

-sarkos

 

Hello there.
I was just going through your site here, and you have a nice, crisp design. I just listened to Infinite Reality - you have a beautiful, haunting voice. I'm downloading Threshold right now.
Please remind me about your tattoo in mid-December; that's when I have my winter break.  

boo, hi nee.

Thanx a ton for putting this stuff up. I've spent the last night and morning reading through everything, and just remembering things about my childhood, and how the world works, and other such jazz. Its so neet how you express so much of this stuff so openly, i mean, some people dont even know how to express it to themselves.

Your strong, nee.

-t12  

Dood u've got the nicest fuckin eyes i've ever seen!!! And like, thats it, thats all i wanted to say, oh and kudos on this godly page, jazzy layout and such. ciao!
P.S.Yer eyes make me melt, not literally, but they're superawesome hehe  

im thinking i might get rid of this. no one ever posts anymore and its just another thing to maintain. so, ill most likely be taking it down early december if you people dont start making use out of it. :)  

Nee: For the playlist for moodradio, make the new window scrollable - at the moment you can't see anywhere near the entire thing, and your javascript to create the new window forbids scrollbars...  

Courtnee: new look is nice, but remember - it's not always Netscapes fault, sometimes it's the HTML author's fault :)

Otherwise, wicked site. I'm glad you took me up on the offer to host the site here...  

new look. comments welcome.  

Praise Praise! Holy Holy!

He says I'm anal retentive, well what a surprise.  

I swear I had something to say... But I can't remember. Damn.

Is there any other possible use for branch never?  

Listening to nee's streaming 80's tunes brings back memories of those high school dances... where I used to sit in the corner, alone and afraid.

I went home a few weeks ago... and saw some of the so-called 'cool' people from high school working in the local bar for minimum wage + tips.

Look who's laughing now you dumb fuqs. I dropped outta college so I could make 50k+ a year and own my own home.
 

Why can't you find pages of women jokes?

Because any man who might compile them is (rightfully) afraid that a hoard of angry grrls will descend from Valhalla and beat the shit out of him.  

actually ive had my eye out for pages with women jokes also, but i havent had them given to me as readily as the man jokes. you should write up a 'really means' page for chicks, that was actually pretty funny. hey, did you know i can flip people off with my feet? :)

-nee  

"I really think I'm falling for you" really means "You're fun to hang out with because you're not my boring lathargic husband. The minute _you_ want anything out of this relationship, I'm going to find someone else to occupy my time and tell my brother and mother that I think you're trying to hit on me, and I'm uncomfortable with that because I'm married."

Women do it to.

Now pardon me while I go get drunk. :)  

I have intestinal worms.

Having looked up potential medical reasons for my recent waste-system troubles I came upon that ugly possibility and being a fan of ugly possibilities I looked into it.

There the buggers were. Little white spaghetti maggots wiggling around in the shit left on my toilet paper. Well.. all the information I've found says they're supposed to go away in a couple of weeks... flushed out of the system by the body and ordinary processes.

Only I've been having these same problems for months. So either the worms are unrelated, an effect rather than a cause, or they're here to stay and breeding at a rate unusual.

I don't like any of those, and I've got this delightful smile on my face because I realize that I decided to stop paying for medical insurance because it was "Too expensive and, seriously, when will I ever need the stuff? I'm ALWAYS healthy!" So it's into the home remedies and cheap drugstore pill aisles.

For an appropriate picture see:

http://www.devin.com/TURN/turn.wade3.jpeg

NOT for the faint of heart.  

(almost there...)

Thought I'd mention that your site wasn't (of course) included in the wooden nickel category... :)  

Heya nee,

I got home from work this morning after a rather long night of lovely outages and tool problems and customers ranting about where their friggin books were. Was going to go to bed and sleep before I came over to see you, but, your site was still up from last night so I finished reading it. I thinkI have read 99% of it(cept the lovely javaerror stuff I can't). Very insightful and I like the classy design of the place. I must say my page looks dorky in comparison but yer more experienced at it(and I dont bother with mine much). I'm still pissed at bill for not saying anything, here we could have been babbling and getting to know each other for a few months...I'm gonna beat that boy when I go down to Phx. He's been promised it for years....and now it's time to pay up. I think yer bug is gonna be very nice when yer done. Did I ever tell you I got run over by a "bug" when I was 9ish? Very funny... Anyhow, I should crash for a little bit but I just wanted to ramble here for a bit. *squish* - Misty  

just checking to make sure this cgi sill works, after the di ip change things seemed to be acting a little funky and it looks like it missed someones entry (from kentucky?). btw fes, i resent your wooden nickle comment. :)  

(alright, I'm about to call the freakin' DNS people...)

You sit all day behind a keyboard at work punching buttons like a trained monkey. You specialize in delivering the impossible because you can, and screw the documentation. If they wanted that, they should have hired some frat-fuck and settled for some mediocre code and half-ass solutions.

You come home, and what do you do? Punch buttons like a trained monkey. 'Cause you _like_ it for some god-knows-why reason.

All that time you're thinking, "Damn it'd be nice to have a chick around again." But you don't leave your home. Home is safe. Home is countless streams of media straight to your living room couch. Sucking in that last tidbit from the net or your dish or whatever until your mind is pissed at your body for requiring sleep--how outdated.

Movies, though; there's a chance to get out. Or Sting, if you would ever go. But damn, why does it have to be _friday_ night and not saturday??? Xando is good, but the area it is in is not predominantly your orientation, so there aren't many single chicks. Of course there's bars. But a bar-girl is not the type of girl you want.

So it's another evening of wandering aimlessly, reading web pages whose content you wouldn't trade a wooden nickel for, thinking someday you'll realize that you made it to where you want to be.

But at least Clockwork Orange is on tonight. :)  

About the '73 Superbeetle, the reason the brakes might not feel very good is that the adjusters need to be moved out on the drum brakes. I've worked on several beetles that had brake problems and it was usually the adjusters. The adjusters make sure the brake pad is close to the drum so the brake take-up is quick. AFAIK, you have to manually turn the adjusters on beetles.
 

I can't believe how openly you share your life on your page. Reading into such personal stuff makes me feel like I'm reading your diary. I haven't looked through the entire site, but I'll be visiting again.  

(It still ain't up...)

What sucks about being an American is that we get everything explained for us. Movies--clearly the best example--don't leave anything to the imagination. (Fucking jar-jar) But what pisses me off is when you go to the bookstore and buy some book that's supposed to be by the Dalai Lama. Turns out it's _really_ a book by some psychologist who _interviewed_ the Dalai Lama. So you get like a paragraph of some cool stuff that the Dalai Lama said, and then a whole fucking chapter by this media whore shrink who thinks he's doing the world a service by analyzing everything and trying to relate it to what he blindly accepted in the zillion years it took him to get through school. Like, I don't want your interpretation, dude.

So clearly I've learned nothing from the book, otherwise I'd be more "understanding" of the guy as a "fellow human being." But geez.  

You remind me that no matter how hard things get
there is allwase someone who feels worse. ;P  

once upon a time there was a twisted little fucked up cunt named nee... now there's not.

instead we have a beautiful, talented, intelligent young woman.

funny how it all works out, huh?

stay in touch this time, babe.  

nEe this site (esp. the defcon review) had me rolling around in my server room in hysterics, you 0wn so hard.the graphixz rock, the foul language rocks and you in general and more specifically in specific rock. i need to make time for a trip up north so we can hang out sometime and run around and be mean to everyone together...ok i'm not really good at this guestbook stuph i'll have to get a boy to write my next response for me but i'm sure i'll see you soon...</endbadansweringmachinestyleentry>  

read your beratement of anonymous visitors . . . so I am saying hello.

Hello.

I will comment more later I suppose but for now . . . I enjoy your pages, the art/work, your perspectives . . . honest, intriguing in some fashion that I have not put my finger on.

eric or thor or myth or whoever the hell it is today  

(It ain't working yet... I'm still trying to get decent dns service)

Yo. And some of those logs are from me...

I had a near-nee experience at defcon. Unfortunately I was on my way out to catch a plane and didn't have the chance to meet the one on-line-personality that I track.

Greets, etc.  

All those hits on the log from aol.com are most likely me. I usually check on the site every so often to see what you two kids are up to.

later :)  

I just love your personal page. the picutre and your poem is just the shit!

Great job and great to see you agin.

ShadowLark  

i really hate forms.

but besides that, i thought you'd like to know that you forgot to close the table in start.html.

the background on me1999 looks really cool, keep that.

b y e  

few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will immediately panic and pull over to the side when he sees the big red lights behind him...and then we will start apologizing, begging for mercy.

This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop heart. The thing to do -- when you're running along about a hundred or so and you suddenly find a red-flashing CHP-tracker on your trail -- what you want to do then is accelerate. never pull over with the first siren howl. Mash it down and make the bastard chase you at speeds up to 120 all the way to the next exit. He will follow. But he won't know what to make of your blinker-signal that says you're about to turn right.

This is to let him know you're looking for a proper place to pull off and talk... keep signaling and hope for an off-ramp, one of those uphill side-loops with a sign saying "Max Speed 25"... and the trick, at this point is to suddenly leave the freeway and take him into the chute at no less than a hundred miles an hour.

He will lock his brakes about the same time you lock your, but it will take him a moment to realize that he's about to make a 180-degree turn at this speed... but you will be ready for it, braced for the Gs and the fast heel-toe work, and with any luck at all you will have come to a complete stop off the road at the top of the turn and be standing beside your automobile by the time he catches up.

He will not be reasonable at first... but no matter. Let him calm down.
- Hunter S. Thompson (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, the book)

nice page nee. i like this rant section.
-devilgrl  

I made this (work). Nee needs to improve her perl reading skills, and learn never to trust a README file.  

Sometimes I feel like a nut, sometimes I don't.
Almond Joy has nuts.
Mounds don't.

So sometimes you feel likes a [DING]
Sometimes you [BONG]  

Wizz..  

i'm just writing stuff here cuz i think that this is neat.  

ok, i think i finally have it looking the way i want to. special thanks to velkro for helping me make this fucking thing work (dont always trust readme files) and neb for finding this guestbook for me.

cheers,
-nee