Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

Archives for 2000

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Apparently some people were in a mad panic yesterday while i was taking my typical monday off from blogger because my last sunday post sounded like some sort of farewell. Of course, it was a farewell: it was a farewell to a blog-filled weekend. Meanwhile, while these people were aghast that i took a weekend off, none of them listened to this week’s trio. I realize not every week is as good as the the first one or the debut of “relief”, but come on – it’s my weekly feature, damnit. I don’t mind that people ignore the rest of my website, but at least you could humor me and listen to my bumbling around on guitar once a week.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1490425/

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I can only remember being killed in a dream one other time recently, and that time i woke up immediately because i had been abruptly cut out of the narrative of the dream. Don’t ask me how i managed to stick around this time … i think it was just the Benadryl keeping me drowsy. I woke up a few times in the middle and then dove right back in, as if coming up for air momentarily. I popped right up at 8am though, and even made it to class on time. Imagine that.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1490395/

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I saw Laurel on the way to class and we had a chat. She’s going down to Florida around Christmas as well, except she’s staying down all the way thru New Years. I suppose it’s only fair, since she’ll be with family and she already spent the Eve with friends at Drexel last year. Still, i couldn’t help but feel a little sad, since that means New Years won’t be a tradition like i was hoping it would be.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1490383/

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For those of you who had no idea, PowerBloggers will be down for the better part of this week for security reasons, as apparently someone had hacked into the server recently. Torrez assures me it’ll be back soon enough, so try not to panic.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1490363/

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It was about halfway into the night that i figured it all out; the management had paid them off to come and take us hostage and wave their guns around. I wasn’t sure if anyone was on the take or anything like that, but it all made sense. The women with her gun pointed at me confirmed it with her wide eyes as i laid out my supposition for her. Somehow the some of those hired goons got wind, though, and they pulled me away from the rest of the hostages. I thought they were gonna rough me up or something, but they just told me that i should take a bathroom break. I was pretty frightened by this, but they just lead me to the bathroom and waited as i entered the stall. I stood there for a second, breathing, and i heard a noise in the next stall over. I looked up, and one of the men was peering over the top of the wall at me. I saw his gun. The next thing i knew i was leaning up against the bathroom wall with blood running down the side of my face. Sortof funny how you can stand there and narrate through your own death scene, huh? The whole hostage ordeal ended a little while after, and they blew up the building. Blew it up. So, i never got a nice casket or anything. Of course, i had half the night left to play out, so i was forced to come back as a ghost. But that’s another story altogether.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1490344/