That is not a life . . . . goddam it, that is not a life, reconditioning yourself to meet the sulphur day . . . how could anyone live up the potential? The lost dream . . .
Curse you, in the dark of night, curse you, the number cruntchers. All you- sports wielding junkies, all you magnet-avoiding technocrats. Hmm, a few years ago I got rid of my telescope, perhaps I need to reinvest in the universal vision machine.

My sulpherous poetry means nothing, don't let it take light, bring light unto yourself and stand up to the false and quite silly laws that pretend to bind you. All your friends and associates are waiting for you to be real. Remember, there is such thing as natural fruit.
most unnattractive word of the week: SCRAPE
most overused word of the week: NEED
least used word of 2004: LATHARGIC

ADC.com would like to inform the casual reader that a quick, deft, mirror to the southern olfactory oraface will abate many, if not all, of the aforementioned symptoms. What that last scentence means is open to public investigation. I won't hide behind lies, and the fact that I was raised on bullshit. Hee Haw my ass. It's all sound, ladies and gentelmen. Sound. The big note. All two people who are reading this, hi, I like your cats.

To our readers who believe in a guy called jesus, hey sorry to break it to you, but the so called 'jesus myth' has been going around for so long that it's sad and pathetic when you look at it. All of the same myths crop up of a sun that appears and leads his children into the light, please. I used to belive there was a literal guy named jesus that went around and did good deeds. Water into wine and all that. hehe. Bullshit. They are all stories. Stories. It's not that I don't understand the inpact and social impact of these god-son stories, but there was no 'son of god named jesus'. Go play nintendo, you muff. I think the game for you is Enduro. Did anyone else see Team america:world police>? The best part was the music, "Team america. lick my balls!" Ahh, I can sleep well at night.


Polls. What do we call these mysterious forces, bending reality behind the scenes? Poltergiests. Those little tricksters! Are they behind the fact that I can't get a single bowling ball with the right size grip in the entire tri-state area encluding Rosemont? I thourly reject that appeasement with a resounding, if not quite deafening "Fuck you.". Cosmic resounding thought, not just dust in the wind. Tis next bit is a tribute to those innocent web typers who inadvertantly, lost thire material because of an internet hiccup. Read into this statement what you will. *as I click save* Does anyone have any bible questions? Whenever intelectual dialogue becomes to deep for many folks, they play the religion card! The religion card says everything, every single nuance of any public discussion, can be boiled down into two simple ideolouges:

1. Do what god says or the devil will fuck you up.
2. Do what the bible says or god will fuck you up.

Take your pick. Have fun thanks for playing, remember 40% of the profits from this lotto go to underfunded school districts that were recently recovering from hurricane LArry. He was a bitch. But he never called girls he didn't like bitches. Or pussies, or cunts. Girls don't like those words. Take it from Larry, he has sisters.
On underpants, keep them fresh. There is nothing more looked down upon, more reviled in this modern world, that would be 2004, than brown underpants on a new recruit. We want breathen that are morally pure, but most importaintly, romatically challanged. No, don't think Elvis Presley, like all the dough does, but move beyond that, to a place when doughnut dewdrops fall in lazy protracted patterns, slow shifting clicks of deer sillouhettes that were only a reality on your dashboard before you hit the heater. Who was the fellow with the high lip? The girl who decended popular fictio n with her stories of fantastic adventures behind bright lights and glamour? Who could trancend the revelry and mayhem of the modern picture film and walk away unscathed, or even better . . . pockets full. . .?
God I am sick of us fighting amongst one another. Why is it so hard to see we are all one? We prove it every day with our modern sciences. Through discoveries in energy, medicine, history, humor, and humility. Anyone want some strawberry shortcake? Mmmmmm. A good cake, tasty.



I feel the winds of change approaching. I smell it. It smells like an old mildewed cabbage patch doll rubbed with KY jelly within a boyscout tent run rampant with ants under a lunar eclipse. Hey, I hope you all see the eclipse. it will hit here in like an hour! Whee! did you all see the pictures of Cassini? Amazing and they are gonna get pictures that are 100 times the resolution/magnification that we are seeing! Seas of methane! That's gonna be rich. Bada bada bap
Oy vay. Hey everyone go and read about Pats' vision quest and tell him what you feel regarding the militarization of space. The Patster has all the issues sorted out and can give you guideance in specific areas of question . . .
"Will I ever be a commander on an elete photon armed galactic battle cruser and who would I be fighting and what coulour would my uniform be?"
"If I can go back in time and alliveiate this situation, why am I having to allieviate the situation to begin with?"
"Besides our innate, patriotic duty of galactic service, what's the deal with me getting my space mail thirty years after my sister sent it?"
Space. Time. My dick. What do all these things have in common? That's right, nothing. You'll never have enough space or time in your busy schedule to fit my dick in. Whereever we go we are-and where ever we are we go. Did I mention I have an excercise wheel in my apartment? The hand installed it after I aced that cheese maze. That game is easy, I just don't like it when they connect those electrodes to my brain and nutsack. Zowwie! That shit smarts! But I know that I am helping human evolution because humans have always evolved by tampering with their own DNA. Plus I get $12.50 an hour. And let me tell you, that buys a LOT of beer after the rent is paid and the months catfood is bought.
Well, Halloween is upon us and they say that in terms of the most masks sold of a certain presidents/senators face, that candidate will take the election. I also read that a Redskins football game determines the outoutcome of the Nov.2 election. That's like saying if I jerked off twice last night, Bush wins. How scientific. Polls! The poltergeists! Boo! It's halloween! I'm dressing up this year as the guy who stays home and gives out candy. Spooky, eh?

Chapter One
Tiptoeing up to the edge of the balcony, dripping in sweat from the landing. Now to go again? 1 2 3 . . . jump! Falling, grab! No too wet! grabbing! Arg! the tension on my arm! but I am safe! Must climb up and out. A window grate! It's open! Ahh, the luck is with me. Dripping in sweat mixed with rainwater, I tumble into the third floor vestabule which in the dim moonlight I can see contains a large dresser opposite a headboard functioning above a sweet scented, dapperd silked beadspread lying across a magnificent kings double. On a very easternly appearing nightstand constructed of reinforced bamboo, there lays upon a scroll of violet velvet a rusty antique eighteenth century alarm clock, a small glass bottle of diffrent coloured pills of various sizes, and an unopened can of sardines.
"Captain Larry's Salted Sardines." the label read.
I picked up the rusty clock and old copper residue literally crumbled off it and fell to the floor, turning my starched white gloves amber with dust. The clock was not ticking. As it assumeitably had not for over 100 years. There was a small slot on the back lower right half of the timepeice which was presumeably for a small key or . . . or a paperclip. An old eighteenth century alarm clock, a 13 1/4 oz. can of Captain Larry's Sardines and hmm, these pills. Now that I directed my attention to the small somewhat browning glass bottle, I only then noticed the myrad diversity of pills and their ever pulsating discoulouration between blinding neon vibrantness to a pale, discolourd, milky blandness every few seconds. Picking up the antique bottle I realized it was more like an old rubber glue bottle with the big brush cap and the wider jelly type base than the medicinal bottles I had seen in the war. For this bottle was an aged glass, and we didn't see nothing but broken glass out on the battlefield. Glass wouldn't last out there, but neither could a mans' asperations under that cold, black star. It's weight was no more than a small 20 to 30 pound rucksack but it was more. Not a weight, but a feeling of heaviness, no, oppression would fall upon your shoulders, malice would gnaw at your toenails while dispair kicked up his heels on your forehead. Famine just watches, bemused, smoking silently in the corner.
Some might think the situation was humorous, perhaps even be so cavalier to say I was leadfooted or micromanaged my time in the moonlit bedroom, or I mismanaged the resources offered to me by fate on that bewildering winter night with the ceaceless rain.
But I say "No."
I grabbed the pills, the sardines, and the rusty clock and carefully moved toward the left most ajoining door, to hopefully decend the monistary from within. But my foot clicked across a small bump, no bigger than a thimble, under the elaborate Indian rug I proceeded upon. In half a second, four simultanious shots were fired. I managed to avoid two as my extensive training in russian ballet gave me an edge over material objects and helped me dance around their mettalic death. But alas, I was hit by two of the hot lead slugs. Number one found a permanent home in the back of my right skull. Somehow, though it knocked me out, and I lost a shitload of blood, it didn't penatrate the skull itelf, but lodged itself right above my right cerebellum. For some reason this inadvertaintly corrected me of a genetic colour blindness I had possesed my entire life. I used to have special glasses available only to me that I had to get imported from Sweden. They were supposedly FBI and CIA issue only, but gradualy the general public cought wind of the promise of curing their kids of the dread colour blindness. I was one of the first test subjects. Tests were given:
Could we navigate the english channel with two live turkeys, seven spools of high quality thread, and one lonley transvestite? Many tried. Many more failed. But I was, miraculously, one of the few that ever saw that boot camp on Cassini and it's two moons. And that's something I'll never forget. Minus my copper toe that is. Oh yeah, that other bullet which fired after I stumbled upon that boobytrap in the ancient monistary went somehow downward, scraping the back of my breast, and taking off my second toe from the right on my left foot. Bled like a motherfucker, but I applied some silly putty and compressed the blood flow.
Would I reach Lil' Davie? Was he even still alive? And should I hit the bottle of pulsating pills to alliviate my injuries? Thank goodness my Christmas glasses weren't broken in the springing of that cleverly laid trap. I can't tell red from green without them.

What a day. I slept till 4 and got up, went to work, and came home to watch Ferinheight 911. I got it off the net. It feels good to get movies off the net for free. Simple pleasures. Did anyone early vote yet? I am waiting tables at this joint called the 11th Street Cafe and guess what, it's on 11th street. Who woulda thunk it? But damn, if people aren't lousy tippers as of late. I can't blame them, the economy is in the crapper unless you work for a corporation. Then it's pigs to the trough. Lately it has been a real tough road to tread in the battle to see my kid and be in his life. I need to go get ANOTHER lawyer to deal with his mom. It would be more productive to beat my head against the wall and call it a day, but I can't. I really was thinking about bailing to Alaska in January, but that's not really who I am. Shit, my kids already 10, more that halfway till he's 18, and then I can tell his mom to shove it. But it is so psychologically taxing to constaintly have to deal with a woman who is in denial that she had a kid with ME before she even met the dude she is married to now. It gets old. But I say fuck it, I can see this through, I will be the best parent I can be given the circumstances. And I always say it could be worse . . . right? :)
Plus I can channel my emotions into goofy songs for yallz. You know, even in my darkest nights, my lonliest midnight hours, turning thoughts over and over in my little pea brain, when I feel most vournerable, I always know there are friends who are out there just waiting to help me to my feet. Here, let me show you a picture of my stalwart companions:
Video games offer constaint amusement for a guy who grew up on an Atari 2600. I have found a few good, perhaps great links for you all to play some games on the net that are definetly above average. Everyone needs entertainment, right?
We start with a link to a wonderful site that I believe uses java language to let you play all the great old Infocom games on the net! This is great as you don't have to download anything to your hard drive, as if your at work and stuff, well it leaves a trail. Boy, these old text games are some of the finest peices of interactive fiction written (or should I say programmed) as of yet, I believe. The beauty of these works is that they give the player the tools to engage ones imagination to the fullest and actually participate in the unfolding story. A soap opera for your brain. Amazing stuff. If someone out there reading this has not played one of these old text games from the early eighties, do yourself a favor and give one a try. At first you might think, "This is trite and simplistic." But give yourself 20 minuites and really try to progress in a game and you will discover a richness and boldly engaging role-playing challange that is quite unique and may I say, rewarding, in it's demand to make you think of diffrent solutions to given problems. Classic stuff, and again, free on the net.
Next is a cool new flash game that someone made that is beautiful in it's execution. Go play Road Blocks and discover an exciting maze type game that requires much trial and error, but is very satisfying when you solve the level.
Like I said I grew up on and really enjoy playing the old classics on the Atari 2600. Here is a great page to get the emulator and roms (games). As you can see if you click the link, there are also many other systems that this page supports. I was having a blast with the Colecovision emulator and the original 85 NES emulator. Gaming goodness awaits you!

I am 5' 7"
I love vollyball
I am religious when it comes to days off
Martin Luthar King needs to have a white marble statue erected in memory of his wisdom
Baseball is importaint to me in the playoffs, and when I have stock in the network
Geroge Bush 2.0 is the BEST prez we have ever seen . . . . EVER
Clean water is a funny abstract thst I had to think about in college
The Blues Brothers are funny drunks
Comedy Central is news
I pee into my MRE and eat the result
U2 is releasing an album on Apple
I will shave for you . . . leave a message, perferablt a two day window
Tick Tock Tick Tock
John Edwards hair is funny . . . . . . . . . .. .
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H U Hh?

Okay people, I have figured out how I can get off on blogger and do it right- i.e. posting every day. George Soros does it all the time, but I, appearantly, am not so sophisticated. You're gonna love to learn my spelling, trust me. Well, Aquanaut Drinks Coffee would like to wish you well and state: Please go vote. No matter which of the candidates you choose, please participate and help us citizens to get our voice back inside the political realm. We are working on final releases on alot of ADC stuff, so you can just click on one file and hear an album, see the artwork, see some archival video footage, and more!
ADC radio . . . ehh- gimmie a few more years, please.
Death, I know as you read this, you gloat at my defeat through your bloody teeth you CIA motherfucker.
Got a bunch of old Atari 2600 cartridges last night (I was up till 5:00) Click HERE for a link to Stella, the best 2600 emulator around amd HERE for the best rom dump I have found.
God, I could go into it. I was up playing and downloading colecovision games- I almost delved into Commadore 64 ware, but I relented, as I never knew anyone who owned a C64 and I only ever saw 'em at the library. Now Apple IIe, that's a diffrent story. Anyway, goddam, I need to review these 2600 games with twenty years tacked onto them. Damn, last night I was playing Indiana Jones, Disks Of Tron, and Riddle Of The Sphynix. Such a weird vibe, playing those carts after twenty, give or plus, a couple years.
Just got a call from my prospective employment, saying there was an emergency and I was needed. Reading between the lines I decipher that the bigheaded boss fired someone off the top of his head or because he was hungover or something or his wife didn't put out last night or a combination of the latter three. But either way, there is no way I am going in there tonight. While I dont have call waiting, I think it's an insult if you supercede one phone call over an existing connection, I do have an archaic box answering machine. I wait for that little dame to go off and then I can pick up if it's importaint. I'm a spelling MACHINE.
Does anyone else have LEGAL problems that they just say, "Fuck, fucking holy hell- I am fucked!"?
"Fuck, goddam shitting fetuses, I am cursed to roam despondent 'cause of these stinking, fervourous lawyers!"
Law is not a privalage, kids, let Uncle Larry set you straight, it is an expense. Now I know you all went and saw Team America : World Police this weekend, but did you get the subtext: America destroys everything it comes in contact with 'in the name of good'. Hubris is an awful thing bestowed upon those who don't deserve to wear it.
You all totally went ant dissed the links in the above post. and beielve me I know. I have a spellchecker! No really. I might be the only blogger out there who dosen't have spell check! God save me! People might realize I hunt and peck for my words! Like a simple chicken in a hen house. Get to know me folks, I shave.

I wanted to vote, I CAN'T FIND MY VOTER REGISTRATION CARD. I am Dr. Stoopid. My sister, who just moved here in August, needed to have sent in the absentee ballot, but she thought it would be forewarded when she moved and she had told them (the USPS) she was moving to Texas but not to what specific county, I suppose. She hasn't gotten her absentee ballot yet. I told her to fly back to PHX and vote, and she said she had already thought of that. :)
Gotta love ta' twin!

Hey, thanks for posting the songs Ryan, we all know he is a busy guy. Well just wanted to say I hope you all enjoy the songs, there is a better batch coming up next week. I just needed to get some of these songs out the door and make room for new ones. It gets too confusing with like fifty songs floating around. Better to get em out the door and move on I say. Some of the new songs, while addmittatley (sic?) not great, have good moments or verses in them.
Okay, I am going to see Team America: World Police now, but I'm gonna get back up on here tonight and I have alot to share with you people. You know, all two of you that read this site ;P


Until I get back, here is Zombo and Cuppycake for you to play with.

Okay, I'm gonna try and blog for real, but my life is not as exciting as one might imagine. But maybe that's the kick of a blog, so I will try. Anyone out there- please flood Cougars UK and tell Pete Cougar we all NEED more of his trademark comic, The Invisibles!

Your Texas Sucks Ass And Is Full Of Crazy People true-2-life tale for the day.

The new songs should be up ASAP, we are experiencing technical difficulties.
I always wanted to say that. I am feeling lately that Ryan, Pete, and I should get together and rerelease String Beans, the 1st Aquanaut album. Free, of course, on this site. But there is alot of work to do. There are demos to include in the package that need to be collated, there is visual material to get together, and we all live in diffrent states literally, and of mind. Most of all, I want to see if we can stream, or just have for download, the video-taped concerts we have locked away. Let's be honest, I see enough video streaming through Quicktime on some sixteen year-olds porno site to know it can't be that hard to get up on the net. Ryan has even mentioned a streaming radio station of ADC. That would be cool, but I think it would be awesome if we made a free web radio station of ADC but also a mix of all the unique and wonderful bands and talents that came out of Arizona, and for the most part that we all still have amicable relations with, and most are still making music. Just a thought. Hey- this is a blog here!
DOH!
Comment if anyone else thinks this sounds interesting, cause I do. I would love to hear a web radio station of me and all my friends' bands. The REAL music that isn't- and won't ever- get signed. Remember, Voltron was comprised of five independant lions that acted in concert to defeat some of the baddest robeasts ever unleashed in the galaxy!


----------->>> WARNING <<<-------------- Politics ahead. Detour at your leasure. I feel Bush is going to get his ass handed to him on a silver platter tonight. With the lackluster unemployment rate and the recent admissions by Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz, Bremmer, and such: admitting to no WMD in Iraq, admitting to no exit plan, compounded by the simple fact that Bush is a chimp; all these forces could very likley react and create a poisonous and volitile environment for Chimpy McStupid in the debate tonight! I think maybe the boner that jocks get over the superbowl is probably equivalent to the excitement I feel leading up to tonights debate. Kerry is not only gonna put Bush to the ropes, he's gonna throw him out of the ring. At least, he better! *fingers crossed*


My two new favorite sites for news and/or editorial perspective are commondreams.org and TomPaine.com Great articles there.
Did anyone check out the Meat Puppets site? Boy, I listen to a different show every night. And I sheepishly admit to basically streaming Frank Zappa bootlegs the entire time I am ever logged onto my computer, that is unless im fragging it up in Urban Terror.
WhiskeyDick, are you out there? I need spiritual support! Please post your blogs' web adress in the comments so I can read about your explicit adventures with Mr. Giggles and Ann Coulter.
I have lost the link.
It's so much fun being thirty now. I can just tell people, "Fuck you, I'm thirty, gimme the cigarettes." And if they still refuse, I show them my grey hair. "Look at my grey hair! You think I'm twenty years old!?!" What am I, Holden Caufield or something? I want my grey hair to come in like Mr. Fantastic.
And you don't care.
Does anyone else dispise the fact that you legally need ID at all times or you could be charged as vagrant? The spirit of Jack Kerouac cries out, innocent and alone.


Okay, two hours and forty-five minutes till the debate. Hotcha!
Until then, we can listen to REM's new single, Leaving New York and/or John Fogerty's Deja Vu All Over Again.
For each of the previous debates I have roasted, solemly, a ceremonial chicken along with some green beans or dirty rice, depending on my political palette at the time. After rubbing the deceased fowl with Emrils custom poultry minced herb-dust, I put the bird in the oven as so it would be finished at exactly halfway through the debate, give or take a few minutes, the Jehova's Witnesses might show up or something.
But tonight, I am forgoing the chicken- but I just don't know what to substitute for it. I want a dish that is meaty, I know that right off the bat, there's gonna be something dead on my plate tonight; but do I want something fiery in my gullet for when Kerry tap dances on Bush's monkey face, or perhaps something more rich, like beans or a potato salad? Perhaps even tuna?
No.
Well, a big flank of a tuna fish to fry would be great, but no tuna out of a can, I'm not making a salad.
Hmmm.
If anyone has any good ideas or suggestions, I'm all ears.
*looks at watch*
I want to make Mexican food. But I don't feel intellectually that Mexican food will satisfy my lust for a solid, deep seated fullness after my meal, the same feeling I wish to be basking in after the verbal swordfight that awaits me in one hour and twenty minutes.
*rubs hands*
*snickers*


I am listening to the Meat Puppets live in '85 off that site I have linked above. I love the Puppets. Is there any music out there I have to listen to and am missing? I know there is . . . friends, family, countrymen and countrywomen, and foreigners alike please comment and tell me if I am missing something vital- oh, wait I forgot, it's Negativland!
The real dynamic tonight will be the, I believe, the stand-up/town-hall type feel to this debate. If the canidates accept (which I doubt) non-scripted questions from the audience, we could see some fireworks.
Well, I might totally change gears here folks, I might be leaning toward a pasta dish with a thick meat sauce. I don't know what this means politically, but it could be importaint in the swing states.
Okay all, best of luck, I am primed, I am focused.
This debate could seal the deal.
"John Kerry, I call upon you, stand up to this arrogant, fratboy, fucktard and bring thy people home!"