Revolution 101

Good morning, I'm glad you could join me in the revolution.

I'm currently trying to take over the world. And by take over the world I mean write a story. Lately, work has been sucking all of the creative thoughts behind all motive that my mind employs. It really sucks.

So to fill you in: brain-eating zombies do not always equal a good story.


Ok, time to take over the world. Join me.

Drink my face off

So it figures... I want to go out tonight and get shitty. Absolutely go crazy. Butttt no one is around and/or answering my calls. Looks like I'm hanging out alone tonight. Again. In 3 weeks that'll be over. I'll be 21 and there will be a lot more people to go out with. Gah! andddd here comes the depression again.

I want to get wasted Drank-faced tonight! Gah!

Fuck my life.


Oh! The lo-fidelity stickers came in so if you want some, comment or something I'll mail you some.

The late show isn't really that funny...

So today I ate a giant hot pocket. A Stromboli. It was magnificent.

I also thought about how uncomfortable viagra commercials make a room full of people feel.

Then I played ice hockey.

Basically what I'm saying is:

I read this guy's blog today and I realized how much work sucks all the creative juice out of my brain. It also takes all the energy I do have and it squeezes it until it pops like a balloon. Damn the man.

Anyway, I am off to bed because it's late. Murdaface needs his beauty rest.

Why is my pocket getting warmer?

I could really go for some Hot Pockets right now.

Soaked in all of their microwavable grease-infested glory.

Pet Rocks and References to Fight Club

I turn 21 in less than a month. Which is a good thing because it is killing me. I never have anything to do because all of my friends are 21 already, which means they all go out without me. Cool.

Who wants to be my friend?

I'm starting to get depressed again. So depressed I can't even write. I mean, I have all these cool ideas but I can't ever get them started.

I am Jack's wasted life.

Thank you, Mr. Palahniuk.

So I've been writing down the ideas, but the list just keeps getting longer because I can't ever start any of them.

... fuck my life.

I'm going to adopt a pet rock and name it Apathy. Just kidding, you thought I was going to go all emo on your asses, didn't you? HAHA! well the jokes on you.

I'm just gonna keep the depression to myself. Please refer to this poem for further detail.

I am the disease that infects your eldest son.

Lately, it has come to my attention that I have lost track of the days of the week. Being Sunday (I looked it up on the calendar in my shitty Motorola Razr) I decided to relax. I thought it was Monday, so I was frackin' out about some random stuff that I shouldn't have been.

Also, I've been way to lazy when it comes to... well... just about everything. I need to start taking initiative and getting my fat ass back in shape. And also write more. The article I had on Monkey Bicycle got me motivated and inspired, but when I sat down to write, I farted and walked away.

Translation: Glen stop being a whiny bitch.



End transmission.

Ultimate Sabotage

I'm going to start On the Road, by Kerouac today. I've never read that, as much of a fan I am of him.

I will also go play some ice hockey at the rink.


But sometimes I wonder why I can't help but sabotage every relationship I'm in. I'm like Dr. Cox on Scrubs, minus all the cool stuff.

Dear Journal

Okay, I apologize for being in a bad mood before. I feel much better now, so don't worry. I'm back to loving life again.

And ironically enough, it's dark and it looks like it will rain outside. Interesting...



Much Love,
-Murdaface

Is there anybody out there? Hello?

I like my coffee black just like my metal.
But only on occasion. Right now it's black because that's the mood I'm in. A black one. But sometimes I like it lighter. That way I can make light of the situation.

Right now, I want to punch walls.

Besides that I have nothing the utmost concern for my lack of incoming funds. I am failing at life. Help me?


However, I am going to the G-Store right now to get some porkroll egg and cheese. Because I need it. To quote Mr. German, 'eat when you are sad.'


UPDATE:: I'm not too sad anymore because I got published here. Monkey Bicycle likes my writing... I feel loved. I'm still gonna eat though. Kuz I love PorkRoll.

Depressed

Self-loathing asshole. Get the fuck away from me.
I hate you.



... if I died right now, I wonder how many people would think about me.

I'm depressed.

Murdaface vs. Nothing Boy

I am wearing an orange bandana.
I thought about getting dreadlocks.
But they are a lot of work. And money.
And I honestly only wanted them for like a month.
But from what I've been reading, they only start to look good after a month.
So what should I do?

!!!If you comment I'll write a blurb about you that you can use in your next book or song, or whatever!!!

Pros:
-Looking sweet
-Lots of girls will want on me
-I can't think of another

Cons:
-Lots of money and work to maintain
-They might start to smell
-It takes at least 4 hours to dread hair
-And more than one person


I DON'T KNOW.
I'm going for another bike ride today. This time to Belmar.
I washed my car. It looks nice.
I want some Surf Taco.

I hate html

I rode my bike today. It was awesome.

Lo-Fidelity is locally local but still nation-wide...

I would just like to make a quick announcement.

Lo-fidelity Issue 3 is well under way. The lay out is just about complete, and all that is really left is to print it up. Soon we will be mailing out copies to the contributors, as well as, leaving them in stores all over the place. We will be doing our best to spread them everywhere possible.

Issue 4's deadline is January 1st, 2009. So think about that.

Also: If you have some stuff layin around and would like to submit it to lo-fidelity's blog (on which we put some more work) you are more than welcome to. Email it to lowfidelitysubmit@gmail.com and make sure you write 'website/blog submission' in the subject line, so we don't get it mixed up.

That is all for now. Thank you. Keep local literature alive!

So Fresh and So Clean Clean

I have decided.

Likes:
-Money
-Life
-Beach

Dislikes:
-Working
-Death
-The opposite of beaches


No particular order. I like getting money. But I hate working to get the money. I just want to enjoy life. [on the beach]

Hello. Is there anybody out there?

Why do I constantly put myself into a situation where I fucking know that I'm going to be depressed afterwards? Why do facebook stalk the shit outta whatever it is I'm looking at until the point where I am sickened and don't want to talk to anyone?

Why do I continually take a rusty knife and stab myself in the neck with it?




Why do I take the knife and stab my chest until the ribs are separated from the constant grinding and turning and twisting?

Nothing Boy vs. The Echo Factor

Very cool title, courtesy of Gym Class Heroes.

Today I shall do nothing and enjoy the sun shining through the window into my eyes.

I will sit.
I will sit.
I will sit.
I might read.
I will sit.
I will lay down.
I will sit up.
I will sit.
I will eat.
I will text an absurd amount.
I will think about useless things.
I will realize this list thing I stole from Andrew.
I will sit.
I will go upstairs.
I will go to bed.

Tomorrow is Father's day. Do some yard-work for the ol' man.

Gettin' Educated Daily

Words from the Tyga man.

I made a hip hop ultra mix. It has 500+ songs. If you want it you can contact me and I'll hook you up. I accept paypal. Cheap cheap cheap. Like two dollars or less. If this works I'll shart myself.

glenbinger[at]gmail.com

Anyway...

Murdaface is trying to remix songs again. I know. I know. It's insane. This place is made of win.

He's also been writing a lot lately. I don't know if this is good or bad, mostly because I haven't really been getting accepted to many places lately. It's ok. My pride can take a beating. I'm working on my book series now actually. Hopefully it'll turn out cool.

Firepit Doom

I was tripping over a patch of grass and fell and scraped my knees on the concrete driveway between the street and the maroon Eurovan that was waiting to pick me up.

Slack-faced goner waiting to fight back.

Rise and shine. It's time for your first black sunrise.

First, I stole this from google image search. I forget what I typed in.

Second, ever wonder what it's like to be one of those people who refers to themselves in the third person? Well, Glen Binger does. Glen doesn't think of many interesting things often. That's why he does these ultra lame posts.

Third, I'm not wearing any underwear and I have decided to stop talking in the third person. It's annoying.

Fourth, I have come to terms with my lack of ability to motivate myself. Like today, I still have to call the windshield guy to fix a scratch before inspection. It's been like this for over a month. I am lazy. Fuck my life.

Also, I think I will work on the series I've been writing. I plan on putting it together as a full manuscript for hopeful publication somewhere. But you know, with the amount of suckage and the laziness that encircles my skull, it may never happen. If it does... I'll let you know.

I've got your face in my books.

Facebook is the devil's creative way to easily stalk the lives of people worldwide.

I just saw lightning. And then I heard thunder. So I'm turning off my laptop, but I just thought that you should know. It's important. Be careful what you post on the interwubs. It may just end up in some fat, bald, hairy guy's lap who happens to think that it's only gay if the balls touch.

I had a title, but I forgot it

It has recently occurred to me that the reason I forget things and don't do what I say I'll do sometimes is because of this really awful gene that runs in my father's side of the family. I constantly have so many things on my mind that I find myself trying to multi-task a thousand things at once. And I stop when in the middle of one to attend another, and forget about that one to do another.

It is quite possibly the worst feeling ever.

It's been like this my whole life. I hate it. My brother doesn't have it. Somehow I managed to obtain the bad genes from both sides of my family, where my brother just kind of got random genes. The lucky bitch.

Like right now, I forgot about my waffles. They got burned. So did my coffee. I have five things to do today, of which I can only remember two of them. Going to the bank and trying to get my car's windshield fixed. This is where to do lists come in handy.

But somehow I always manage to forget to write one.

So I end up like this. Depressed and pissed off because I am walking somewhere for the love of god I can't remember why.

MSI makes me want to dye my hair abnormal colors

My brother is listening to MSI. I like them.

The rise in gas prices makes me want to ride my bike everywhere. Which is totally possible if I really wanted. I haven't gone anywhere out of the county in a long time. My job is probably a 10 minute bike ride away. My girlfriend's house is probably a 20 minute bike ride away. My farthest friend lives about 25 minutes away by bike. So, it's entirely possible. It just kinda sucks because right now, I'm pretty much working... to drive. My paycheck goes to three things:

1. Car Insurance
-Because I'm a white male under the age of 25. Apparently this means I'm not good at driving. Which is complete bullshit. Next time you see an accident, look at the two drivers and tell me if there isn't at least one female involved. I'd be surprised. (Gasp! Glen, that's offensive!) I'm just speaking the truth.
2. Gas
-America is full of greedy business owners who don't know when to quit. Their faces are green and when they go to bed at night they pray to God because they know they are going to hell. Honestly, tell me if you've met one oil executive who isn't so into making a profit that they would probably sacrifice their own daughter.
3. Food
-Unfortunately, I need this to live. I wish I didn't sometimes. I'd save a lot of money.

Sometimes I wish I had enough time in my day to have three jobs. That way I could have money for, you know, myself. But nooooo. Sleeping has to exist.

Begin: rant

I hate money. I hate our shitty economical system that is spiraling down the drain thanks to Bush (who doesn't give a fuck because he's leaving office). I hate people who rub it in my face that they have money and I don't. And finally, I hate people who have so much money they don't know what to do with it, so they spend it on shit they don't need instead of helping those who do need it. Because if I had that much money, I'd live the exact same way I do now. I'd pay for the things that I need (like college debt, food, fixing my car - not buying a new one - etc) and help out those who really need it. Gah!

End: rant

Rednecks, Old Nascar Shirts and Imagining What It will be like to drop my dad off at the pysch ward

Have you ever seen a redneck run around in work boots, gym shorts and a ratty old nascar shirt, holding a beebee gun, shooting at the squirrels because he can't stand them?

If you haven't you should come over my house. Every morning before my dad goes to work around one or two, he runs around my yard shooting the squirrels. Not enough to kill them, just to sting them so they don't come back. But that's the thing... they don't run away. They keep coming back. I'll get a picture eventually and show you. For now just picture the description I gave you.

Today I will write, make art and finally get my blood work done. Also, I will drink coffee and read things. Most likely I will hang out all day because my back is killing me from wakeboarding.


I just heard this after a beebee was shot: "Hurts don't it?"

Now he's talking to them.
My dad is losing his mind.
I can't stop laughing.
Why can't I stop laughing?
I can't see straight.

Today I was depressed but saw this picture of Yoshi and it made me laugh

Today started off well. Heavy Drinking and girls in bikinis. But then once my friends and I tried to wakeboard I became depressed. Mostly because I could barely stand up on the fucking thing, which to me makes no bit of sense since I can snowboard, skateboard and surf but I for some reason can get up on a wakeboard. Anyway, after realizing how much I sucked and that two girls could do it but I couldn't, I got pissed off, which eventually led to me being depressed.

Then I had some really good pizza that a really cool girl paid for and I became less depressed. Then I came home napped with this really cool girl and became even less depressed. Then I saw this photo and stopped being depressed all together. I guess the fact that it was overcast all day only made it worse. Meh.

I don't see why weather influences mood, but it does for some reason. Whatever. Fuck my life. I'm incredibly tired as of right now, my arms won't go above my head and I can't stop thinking about that girl. I want to write. But I can't because the only thing that is coming out of my brain right now is stream of thought, which most of the time doesn't make for interesting writing. Unless I had a huge fan base. Then it would. But I don't. Because I suck.

*sigh* ... fuck my life.

I was thinking about being famous again but then TMZ made me want to punch kittens instead

Things on my list from yesterday which I didn't do which need to be done today.
1. bloodwork.
2. I don't remember the rest...

Last night TMZ was somehow on my television and I started yelling at it because I couldn't find the remote. In case you don't know, it's a show where a group of ignorant people sit around and discuss what celebrities are doing with their lives. For instance, the one segment I had one before I found the remote and changed the channel was this piece on Mary-Kate Olsen. They were sitting around talking about her clothes. That's it. How they didn't like the dress she wore to some event. Yeah, that is it. Now, why is this even considered news? Who the fuck knows? But go to their website and you'll find a bunch of other shit that no one gives a fuck about. They seem to forget that celebrities are people too. I mean just sit down and watch how they follow them around. It's disgusting.

Anyway, There's a Lo-fidelity meeting today. We are discussing which pieces are getting into issue 3. Other than that, nothing new today. It's raining out. I have to reread all the story pieces. Okay. I don't know. Sorry for the rant and waste of time.

Today I will do things and build a robot to do them for me

Today I will:

1. Get the bench down stairs so I can start lifting again.
2. Go to open hockey.
3. I need blood-work done?
4. Use up more oxygen than I'm worth.
5. Explain to my father how a printer works.
6. Read/write.



I have nothing to say. This post is worthless. Pointless. Stupid. Lame.
I'm ending it before I gauge my eyes out with the bottle cap that is sitting next to me.

Famous... but not really

I read Tao Lin's blog this morning and it made me want to become a famous writer. I thought that if people like my stuff I could publish a book or two. Then people would buy them. And I would make money doing that instead of having a real job. I'm pretty lazy. I don't think a real job and me would work out for a long period of time. Or maybe it will. Who knows.

A story that I wrote got accepted to Monkeybicycle yesterday. It's not up yet, but when it is I'll provide a link. No worries.

Maybe one day people will see my name and think "He's a good writer. I like him."

I would like that a lot.

It's very nice out today, so I think I'll ride my bike to the beach.

My dog was just chillin in the grass outside in the backyard and a fly flew by and he chomped it right out of mid-air. It was pretty rad.

Beach time.

Two in One Day?! WTF!

So I'm sorry about the second post, but I found an old poetry journal I've been keeping since high school. (oooooo lame emo poetry!) Wrong. Look at these two poems that I wanted to share. They are kinda lame but I think they are neat. I also posted them here if you care. Take a gander:

The Force

If the New Hope wasn’t over
And The Empire was oppressed,
Then the chance of Return,
Ends with a simple
Control of fate.

The Force Pt. II (Control)

Strongly fate was felt. But
A Menace, the Phantom was.
Only made way for
An Attack of Clones
And Revenge so immense
That the lust of control
Conveys only to a new hope…

Sunny Days and Rap Rays

Sunday Morning. It's nice out. The sun is blooming. Birds are talking. My dog is in the grass chillin on his back.

And here I am inside writing in a blog about how depressed I am to be inside. Whatever.

I have decided that this blog will be my main and my other will be dedicated to literature which I feel can't be published anywhere professional. In case you were all wondering. But then again, maybe that is too much. If I wasn't so lazy, I'd just combine the two and keep one blog. But where's the fun in that?


I think I'm going to go listen to some Viktor Vaughn and write outside. Laptop's for lovers.

Also, if you are wondering where I get my alias, Murdaface, take a guess and leave some comments. Let's play a game. If you get it right I'll give you 15 cents through paypal. (Because that is really all I have on there). It's my hiphop/pen name if you were too lazy to read the title of this. EDIT: Unless you're Andrew. Because he knows. You sly fox, you.