The Lewis Show

You Belong in 1967 If you scored... 1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in! 1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too. 1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all! 1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. 1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good! What Year Do You Belong In?

It’s never been proven that friendship is a vital part of life such as breathing or having a heartbeat, but I can honestly say that without my friends, I would be completely lost, if not dead on the inside. Kat and I have had a rotten month, my job transfer is still yet to happen, temp agencies are yet to call me back, even the job that I applied for with Capital One…nothing. It’s like I am personally smashing the dreams of the dearest person in my life. I can’t think of a lower point at any time in my life. My friends have been my glue. The words of encouragement, their optimism, their faith in me is really keeping me alive. I wish I could say I was overstating things. Thank you my friends. I could never repay you in a million lifetimes. Words at this point are all I can afford and I hope I can make a good down payment to show my appreciation.

October 20th 

I do it every season...I put up the links to the venues here in Virginia. It's very important to support your bands when they come to town. Looking at some of these schedules, there's no way you will not find something worth going to. So get your friends together and rock out. It's imperative (big word meaning you gotta do it). Alley Katz Norva Cattle Annie's Canal Club Jaxx 930 Club Rechter Theatre

Time and time again we hear that the real reason for the RIAA's scare tactics and lobbying is the welfare of the artists they employ and represent. Here's a breakdown where a band not only isn't paid much but actually ends up owing money. read more  |  digg story

Yep, when all else fails, it's time for random thoughts: We have pretty much completed our move. All I think we have to do now is throw away all those boxes that we've broken down that were used to carry all our stuff. The interview went well today. I hope things can progress so I can finally start working! I have another interview Monday so everyone shouldn't uncross their fingers or stop saying prayers just yet. I'm starting to be able to navigate my way around town just a little bit more. I still can get lost at the drop of a hat, and I have a feeling the same thing would happen to 3/4's of this population. The potholes are killing me though. I think I've lost 4 teeth since I got here from having them rattle from my jaw! Topaz is adjusting to her new digs, but she is deathly afraid of ceiling fans. I have to leave the one in the kitchen off for fear of her not going in there and thus using our bed as her toilet. Not good. She does seem a lot more

I made it! I’m now in Richmond, almost 100% officially. Kat and I had a billion things to do just to get moved: We will have the gas on tomorrow so that we can finally take a hot shower. That has been the roughest part of all. The phone was turned on today, I reactivated my AOL until I can decide which broadband service to use, we both have been unpacking from a mountain of boxes, arranged for the interview for work on Friday, and we even did a little grocery shopping. Kat’s been going to school all week and she just left for Lynchburg to pick Topaz up. The neighborhood is ok. I kinda expected for an apartment that hooked us up with little security deposit and bad credit approval for it to be a little ghetto. But it’s not really that bad. The neighbors are actually fun. The biggest crackheads among ‘em are the white kids. Go figure. I do have an interesting time getting out of our parking lot at night. There has to be 20 kids playing football in the driveway. I wonder how many I can r

I grabbed this from her LJ account and I figured what better way to say TTFN than with this: 1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. Tigger cuz yer so bouncy, n stuff. 2. Am I lovable? You are probably the most loveable, sweetest person I know. 3. How long have you known me? A little over 5 years..maybe 5 1/2 years? 4. How did we meet? At JCrew. I'm the guy that let you go home early all the time:) 5. What was your first impression? I love her hair. 6. Do you still think that way about me now? Your hair still rocks. 7. What do you think my weakness is? Skinny marines and gay elves. 8. Do you think I'll get married? nah, you'll shack up with that eskimo forever;) 9. What makes me happy? Giving you points for your superb metal knowlege. 10. What makes me sad? Anyone that would hurt a cat or your friends. 11. What reminds you of me? Mudvayne - Happy. Damn you! heh 12. If you could give me anything what would it be? The money to pay your bills and get tattoos. 13.

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Bob Denver, a staple in popular culture passed away last Friday. Rest in Peace.

I have not sat here for a long time and poured my soul out. Tonight won't be that night, but I will post some random thoughts. I know you all love it. The move is progressing. We got an apartment, finally. We hit a rough spot trying to find something decent and someone who would give us enough credit to move. This place is on the bus line, they have a pool, and Kat has a chance to work for them on the weekends. Sounds almost too good to be true after the month we had. I made some changes to the blog. Lynchburg Underground naturally is suspended until I can get Shawn and Jessi up and running with broadband. I'm giving them the tools to continue if they feel its necessary. I'm going to see if I can DJ at one of the big net stations or broadcast for a massive IRC server like Efnet. Stay tuned! I also put a link to allow someone who hits my site to support The Red Cross. I know when I'm surfing I see it everywhere, but if someone sees it and decides to do it, the

Your Fortune Is Support bacteria -- it's the only culture some people have! The Wacky Fortune Cookie Generator

Testscores? Is that a word? I sure hope these testscores keep on going up before we all turn into a useless mass of brainwaste with no concept of speeling or grammer or parsing.