A few years later...

My god, I've abandoned you, blog. Years of my life, lost without their record. I was married in that time, experienced many different aspects of that world. I got a job working for the state, moved into a great apartment with my friend Vince. So where do i start to post again? Now? In this moment?

I'm in my room, typing this. Cody is downstairs playing Nazi Zombies. I need to arrange a new cast for the sidebar... and perhaps leave the old cast there for those who read the archives.

You know, i'm afraid to read those archives.

Update post:

I've been blogless for some time now, and have been blogging on Facebook instead. Here is a recap of what i've posted there recently. I suggest you don't take the time to read it all, but its all here.


Stain
5:31am Wednesday, Mar 28

My night almost went perfect.

I walked to work from my house, and enjoyed it. It was warm, i had my iPod, there was a breeze.

I got to work, and had a great team of people there with which to work. Not great in the efficient sense, great in the people sense. We laughed, we joked, and i enjoyed it.

The truck driver who brought our every-other-day shipment was new, mostly retarded, and made my life difficult. But, i twiddled through my normal responsibilities without much problem. I wouldn't say i enjoyed it, but i was ok.

I took my break outside, in the cool evening air, and i enjoyed that too.

I took out the cardboard, and enjoyed the outdoors once again.

I stayed two and a half extra hours at work, just for the hell of it.

At 2:30am, i began my walk home, which was arguably the best walk home i ever had. I looked out over the town of Lititz from the road leading where i was headed, and listened to the beautifully orchestrated music of Massive Attack, from the film Danny the Dog. I can't recall ever being so at peace as i was, there on the road, watching the smoke from my cigarette float off into the field adjacent to me.

All the way to my computer desk, i enjoyed it.

I laid in bed after, and read for two and a half hours or so. Again, i enjoyed it. I could feel my day wrapping up, finishing, slowly coming to rest.

I decided to breifly check my life-via-internet stuff, and almost, almost made it all the way through before my nice peaceful evening ended.

Nothing is quite as jarring as the stab, unexpected and unannounced, of memory. I fucking hate it. I hate not being able to sleep because of some stupid fucking memory. I hate the acrid taste this stupid, foul, irrevocably senseless memory leaves in my mouth. I despise the utter foolishness, the bullheaded stubborn mindset, the uncalculated, childish, pointless nature that surrounds it.

I want it to die, to leave, to evaporate, to vanish.

If i could reach out and press a button, or pull a lever, or invoke some incantation to remove it all from my head i would, without hesitation, do so.

I wish more than a thin veneer of my mind buried it.

I wish it would go away when i wanted to fucking sleep.

And you know what, i know you probably have no idea what i'm talking about, and this post reads quite melodramatically, and it mirrors posts flowing from so many person of angst. Fuck them. Simply because they rant thier bullshit distastefully, prolifically, doesn't mean i can't ellude to my perfectly legitimate and current situation in such a clandestine manner.

109 of the movies on the list, which is extremely incomplete
3:51pm Monday, Feb 26

Dude, this list is waaaay incomplete. Where's the prestige, v for vendetta, layer cake, cast away, tears of the sun, mortal kombat 1 and 2, national lampoons christmas/vacation etc, wallace and grommit, the batman movies, the superman movies, the star trek movies, casablanca, the passion of the christ, total recall, crouching tiger hidden dragon, ferris beullers day off, tron, the exorcist, a scanner darkly, a beautiful mind, hackers, the x files movie, toy story 1 2 and 3, all the disney movies, minority report, mission impossible movies, the james bond films, the blair with project, etc etc etc... but man, they missed some big ones.


() Grease
(X) Pirates of the Caribbean
(X) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest
(X) Boondock Saints
(X) Fight Club
() Starsky and Hutch
(X) Neverending Story
(X)Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events
() Along Came Polly
(X) Deep Impact
() KingPin
() Never Been Kissed
() Meet The Parents
() Meet the Fockers
() Eight Crazy Nights
(X) Joe Dirt
(X) King Kong

9

(X) A Cinderella Story
(X) The Terminal
() The Lizzie McGuire Movie
() Passport to Paris
(X) Dumb & Dumber
(X) Dumber & Dumberer
() Final Destination
() Final Destination 2
() Final Destination 3
() Halloween
(X) The Ring
(X) The Ring 2
() Surviving Christmas
(X) Flubber

7

(X) Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle
() Practical Magic
() Chicago
() Ghost Ship
(X) From Hell
() Man of the House
() The New World
() Casanova
(X) Oliver Twist
() The Da Vinci Code
() Happy Feet
() Casino Royale
() Borat
() The Departed

3

(X) The Day After Tomorrow
() Ten Things I Hate About You
() Just Married
(x) Gothika
(x) Nightmare on Elm Street
() Sixteen Candles
() Remember the Titans
() Coach Carter
() The Grudge
() The Grudge 2
(X) The Mask
() Son Of The Mask

4

(X) Bad Boys
(X) Bad Boys 2
() Joy Ride
(X) Lucky Number Sleven
(X) Ocean's Eleven
() Ocean's Twelve
(X) Bourne Identity
(X) Bourne Supremecy
() The Fog
() Ice Age
() Ice Age 2: The Meltdown
() Curious George

6

() Christine
(X) E.T.
(X) Children of the Corn
() My Boss' Daughter
(X) Maid in Manhattan
() War of the Worlds
(X) Rush Hour
(X) Rush Hour 2

5

() Best Bet
() How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
() She's All That
() Calendar Girls
() Sideways
() Mars Attacks
(X) Event Horizon
(X) Ever After
(X) Wizard of Oz
() Forrest Gump
() Big Trouble in Little China
(X) The Terminator
(X) Terminator 2
(X) Terminator 3

6

(X) X-Men
(X) X2
(X) X-Men: The Last Stand
(X) Spider-Man
(X) Spider-Man 2
(X) Sky High
(X) Catch Me If You Can
(X) The Little Mermaid
(x) Freaky Friday
(x) Reign of Fire
() The Skulls
() Cruel Intentions
() Cruel Intentions 2
() The Hot Chick
(X) Shrek
(X) Shrek 2

12

(X) Miracle on 34th Street
(X) Old School
() The Notebook
() K-Pax
() Kippendorf's Tribe
() A Walk to Remember
() Ice Castles
(x) Boogeyman
() Halloweentown
() Wedding Crashers
(X) Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
(X) Finding Nemo
() Sponge Bob Square Pants Movie
() Madagascar
(X) Mr. and Mrs. Smith

6

(X) Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring
(X) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
(X) Lord of the Rings: Return Of the King
(X) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark
(X) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
(X) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

6

(x) House of 1000 Corpses
(x) Devils Rejects
(X) Elf
() Mothman Prophecies
(X) American History X
() Three
() Crash
(x) Tim Burton's Corpse Bride
() Kicking and Screaming
(X) Munich
() The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
() Bride and Prejudice
(x) House of Wax
() Cursed

7

() The Jacket
(x) Kung Fu Hustle
(x) Shaolin Soccer
() Night Watch
(X) Monsters Inc.
() Titanic
(x) Monty Python and the Holy Grail
(X) Shaun Of the Dead
() Willard
() Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
() Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
() Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
() Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

5

() High Tension
() Club Dread
(X) Hulk
() Dawn Of the Dead
(X) Hook
(X) Chronicles Of Narnia The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe
() 28 Days Later
() Orgazmo
() Phantasm
(X) Waterworld

4

(X) Mortal Kombat
() Wolf Creek
() Kingdom of Heaven
() the Hills Have Eyes
() I Spit on Your Grave aka the Day of the Woman
() The Last House on the Left
() Re-Animator
() Army of Darkness

1

(X) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace
(X) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones
(X) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith
(X) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope
(X) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back
(X) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi
() Ewoks Caravan Of Courage
() Ewoks The Battle For Endor

6


(X) The Matrix
(X) The Matrix Reloaded
(X) The Matrix Revolutions
(x) Animatrix
() Evil Dead
() Evil Dead 2
(x) Team America: World Police
(X) Red Dragon
(X) Silence of the Lambs
(X) Hannibal

8

(X) Batman Begins
(X) Hitch
(x) Fantastic Four
(X) Chicken Little
() The Pacifier
(X) The 40-Year-Old Virgin
(X) Saw
(X) Saw II
(X) Saw III
() Scream
() Scream II
() Scream III

8

() Cheaper by the Dozen
() Cheaper by the Dozen 2
() The Dukes of Hazzard
(x) The Exorcism of Emily Rose
(X) Sin City
(X) Herbie: Fully Loaded
() Jarhead
(X) Cinderella Man

4

() Scary Movie
() Scary Movie II
() Scary Movie III
() Scary Movie 4
() Failure to Launch
() The Pink Panther
(X) The Santa Clause
(x) The Santa Clause 2
() The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause

2

() World Trade Center
() Step Up
() Miami Vice
() Flushed Away
() The Shaggy Dog
() The Benchwarmers
() The Guardian
() Nanny McPhee
() Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning
() The Illusionist
() Snakes on a Plane
()She's the Man
() The Wicker Man
()The Covenant
() The Black Dahlia
() Flyboys


Boy am i stupid. Now you can see.
7:42am Monday, Feb 19

Yeah, i did it. I joined youtube. After watching enough videos of people talking about pointless shit, i thought to myself "hey, i talk about pointless shit all the time. Why not make an account?" so i did.

yeah, i see you rolling your eyes. but, regardless, here is my first youtube video, which is a story about what not to do when your house gets robbed. True story, too.



Steve r, you know who this is about. A bald military guy, if you'll recall.


I know i know, another one.
4:40am Friday, Feb 16

Steve W, scotty, Steve R, this one is for you. guys. you guys. nevermind...In this

Watch this, and tell me it isn't fucking sweet.
4:52am Thursday, Feb 15


because it is.

Holy fucking RPMC and Sheetz controlling my life...
4:42am Tuesday, Feb 13

Between sheetz and the RPM Challenge Kurt and i joined, i have no time to do anything without feeling guilty i should be doing something else.

Kurt and i officially have two weeks left to write, record, master, and cut eight more tracks, or 25 more minutes, of music. Whichever comes first.

We are on to something, though. We have three works in progress, all of which sound great, they just need some tweaking and mastering. Only one needs to be structured, the rest already passed that point. I hoped to put a sample up, but alas, i have been unable to. oh well.

Besides that, work is going well, so i'm happy. Funny how many people you meet working at sheetz. Sheetz does so many things, and is such a repeat joint, that i am getting to know most of my town really, really fast. And it helps that 50% of them are chics.

Anyways, off i go to pretend to sleep. yay.

For christs sake...
8:21am Thursday, Feb 1

I can not sleep. Not, hmm i wish i could sleep, or, gee, i sure had alot of coffee. I mean, sleep is a fucking myth and i can't have it. I can't.

I make genuine attempts to, i swear. Sorta. I lay here. With my laptop... and read things... and watch shit on YouTube... and write terrible music... and google sewing machines... and...

Damnit, if i could become TIRED then maybe i could sleep. I'm just trying to wear myself out, right? RIGHT?!

And god, has anyone noticed how terrible some people's facebook profile images are? Don't people typically put them up deliberately? I mean, they intend for themselves to look remotely attractive or decent, i think. However, i'm noticing a trend where people take a really terrible group photo they happen to be in, and crop everyone out but themselves. So now you have a photo of yourself with your arm wrapped proudly around the search bar to the left of the profile page. Not to mention the half-assed "boy do i love these people, golly gee" smile. Uh huh.

Even better are the ones where the person is toting a glass of presumably alcoholic
somethingorother and gesturing to the camera wildly. "Hey! Cheggidout man! Its like a freakin party or something! Woo! (insert cheap flight destination here) fuckin rocks!"

Whats worse is, i know some of these people, and they genuinely are NOT ugly or stupid. I suppose if you intend to ward off potential suitors, this technique of posting grossly misleading facebook images is fine. Or, you know, if you simply don't give a shit.

For example, Steve has a photograph of himself and one of the blue men rocking out at some unnamed party. Its cool. It is a pretty standard image of Steve, and all his friends see Steve being Steve with a blue man. Cool, no problem. This is a prime example of appropriate use of party photo.

The terrible photos to which i refer are the ones that are intended to be remotely serious or accurate images of ones self, and yet are... of you crammed between sally and bobby on the dance floor of jim-bobs-booze-kabab.

But like i said, most of you don't care. This isn't a personals page, as it were. So in retrospect, perhaps the photo of you standing on the deck furniture isn't so bad.

And currently, my image is basically a really terrible poster with me pointing the proverbial gun to my head.

So i have very little room to speak.

But, if you know me well, you know i need virtually no room to speak before i open my big mouth.

But hey, it makes a nice 8:20am insomniac rant.In this note: Steve Whiskeyman (notes)No comments | Add a commentI can't believe i'm doing this in here...Share
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My blog is down. My entire website, in fact. So, until i get my first paycheck and somehow slip past the ten bucks i need to start it all up again, i have to *sigh* post in here instead of mirror it from the .com.

Yeah, i see your eyes rolling.

Anyways, time for a post that no one will probably ever read, except maybe the other Joe Schell, and only with the most satirical of spectacles.

First off, is it not terribly stereotypical of the artist in me to stick something besides a photo of myself up as my nifty little profile image? Yup, i had to add some witty comments about foreign people, and then a little stab at those who don't like the relatively new open status of Facebook. *shrug*

Oh well. In other news...

I have discovered that there is virtually no comfortable way to sit in bed and work with my trusty laptop. Everything conspires against me to create a most uncomfortable and complicated event out of what could be a very simple one.

First, my laptop battery sucks. Maybe it'll last a half an hour, if the monitor is down and i'm only playing mp3's. So i have a nice long cable which extends from the upper right hand side of the keyboard to the surge protector on my floor, at the foot of my bed. Er, mattress. This cable usually feels the need to either A. unplug, or B. become hopelessly tangled in my headphone cables. Headphone cable*s* you ask? yes, i have two pairs. One pair is too treble biased and one is too bass biased, so i have to swap between them to write music even remotely balanced. Oh, and they help tangle everything up. I hate cables, fucking hate them. Hate. Them. And you know what the best part is? My primary set of headphones has something like a bazillion foot long cable. I sit about six inches from the headphone jack. I could twisty tie the copious cable into a nice neat little bundle, but we all know its only a matter of time before i remove it and twisty tie my index fingers together instead.

Tangled cables is pretty miserable. but then my cute, adorable, fucking retarded cat decides to lay down next to me (which she invariably does if i am in my bed). It isn't that simple, however. She has to first engage in a long, predetermined series of subtle attacks prior to actually laying the hell down. I have designed a clever flow chart to show exactly how the cat thinks during this process:

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As you can see from the chart, the only way to get the cat to lay down and stay there is to pet it. However, i'll be damned if i don't try every other method a few times first before i do succumb to petting.

Besides the cat, i also have simple physiology erring on the side of fucked up and pointless. You'd think a mattress would be relatively comfortable over time. This is not the case, however, for one with so bone laden an ass as my own. After some magical number of minutes i have yet to figure out, my ass becomes quite numb and equally achy, or "ache-ified" as i like to call it. Shifting solves the problem temporarily, however either the cat assault or the weight leaning on my (typically) left arm causes similar ache-ification in said extremity, and i move again. It sucks.

Despite all of this, i still manage to stay awake and plugged in from about two AM every night till nine AM every morning, which is about the time i make a valiant (albiet unsuccessful) attempt to sleep.

And right at this very moment, i think i will do just that.

after i grab some food.

and some milk.

and read some things on my rss feed.

and check deviantart, and organize my MP3 folder...

I are fanboy, hear me piss on your shit.

Ah yes, some nice little bits of happiness and joy for me, which i pass on to you:



As one of the innovators who created the first-person shooter genre 15 years ago, Carmack is widely recognized as one of the most talented programmers in the world. Monday evening, he became the first individual game designer to be awarded a technology and engineering Emmy in a ceremony at CES. As the programming whiz kid of id, Carmack did things with 286 processors that no one believed possible.

Carmack has worked with the new game consoles enough to deliver some expert commentary on each.

"The 360 is a fabulous machine to work on," he says. In particular, "graphics programming is a blast. Microsoft has done a great job with all of their developer-support tools." PlayStation 3 has "tons of power," but "is not as easy to develop for.... Sony's not as good at the developer-support part of things as Microsoft is. I know people in the office (who got) PS3 development kits and (said) they're twice as (expensive), but they're half as capable.

"It's not a bad console; it's certainly far better than everything else except maybe the Xbox 360. In an ideal world PlayStation 3 will be more powerful, but for the vast majority of the cases, you'll be able to effectively exploit more power from the 360."

From the article: WIRED News

Hate.

I hate the wind because i can't make it stop touching me.
I hate cables because they never stay uncomplicated.
I hate sunlight because the smoke is never as thick in it.
I hate money because it doesn't really exist.
I hate faithless people because they can't see themselves.
I hate dogs because they're loud.
I hate the slam bars on mall doors because there is no truly graceful way to pass them.
I hate television because it doesn't give any of what it takes.
I hate cigarettes that have no sentimental purpose.
I hate the five dollar rule.
I hate not having a good note to end on.

bleet deet deet deet blee deet deet doop

Ok, brief update for the masses. Perhaps brief. Maybe brief. We'll see.

Xmas went well, gifts exchanged, etc etc. yay.

I got a free Xbox360 from a friend of mine, along with a high definition TV. The 360's DVD drive had died, he bought a new 360, and gave me the "dead" one. Well, its up and running just fine, and all it needs now is a new DVD drive, which costs a mere $50. I already removed the old one and attempted to repair it (however, the drive's laser assembly is fucked up, and not within my resources to fix) so i know how to install the new one. Its actually remarkably simple, quite nearly all i have to do is plug it in and screw it down. Sweet.

The HD TV is also under the weather, but it just needs to be sent in for repairs.

So, pretty sweet.

Anything else? Well, not really. People are the same, life is the same.

The diner still has smoking, which is cool. I happen to enjoy my little sticks of death, and will also enjoy smoking them at that there diner.

and, as always,

FUCK.

Some interesting title.

I can't say half the shit i want to in here. In fact, lately, i can't say hardly anything in here. If i said what was in my head, people would be up in arms, or confused, or worried, or something. I can't just think into this blog anymore.

I sit and i type and a bang out some mildly amusing post, which is then read by six people (if i'm lucky). I have to make sure i don't mention this or that, and i can't really say how i feel about this thing or that thing, because then i'll be hung.

So i avoid the subjects, and i just post on kosher topics. You might know i'm discontent, but you won't know why.

Whenever i sit to talk to a human being about the shit that keeps me up at night, i'm at a loss as to what i should say. I usually begin sentences with "I dunno, man."

Because i guess i dunno, man.

Cue villian post.

Well, the world is up in arms over something i did/said/may have done/said.

Well, not the world, just a select few people.

And of course, Rachel CND called me unable to sleep, and i managed to fuck it all up and probably just piss her off. Her display name was something to the effect of i don't need a man, damnit. Sounds good eh? Well i wouldn't be operating in true joe form unless i managed to shoot my true joe form foot.

But you know what? Its ok. I talked with some folks on the phone, and they seem to not hate my guts.

[23:13] stevie p LVC: i'm a firm believer in karma
[23:13] stevie p LVC: you get out of the world what you put into it
[23:14] Saberone DC: yeah well, apparently i put shit in

I'd hate me too, but thats a bit too cliche and deadjournaly.

Apparently, i am not as hot as doppleganger. That was a nice thing to read when the day was going to shit. Unfortunately, its true. He is significantly better looking, i think. I'm sort of a cross between a Vangoh and an MC Escher painting.

So thank you, Rachel from doppleganger land, for the acute observation concerning our relative hotness.

I think i simply enjoy doing whatever the fuck i want at the time so much, that i just let the exhaust from my joemobile brain to taint the rest of the proverbial countryside. I can't point a finger at anyone and say "You! You stole my gerbil!" because i probably forgot to close the cage, or maybe i fed it too many steroids out of curiosity, and it broke free from its bonds and subsequently attacked japan.

Now i kinda wish i had a gerbil.

I know that when i begin work again, hopefully sometime close to monday if i can get my procrastinating ass to do it, i will feel better. Its a distraction combined with money, and it sounds nice.

Details of the other me

Mr. Schell Doppleganger (i have a feeling i butchered that word) has posted a clarifying bit of info concerning, uh, us. It is as follows:

Date: 11/29/06
I've been found out by the other Joe Schell. He posted about it a few days ago and i didn't notice until today. He noticed incoming traffic to his blog and through some internet-sleuth work he found this page. Hmmm. So hello to the potentially larger-than-normal audience. I'm a few years older than my namesake, and Rachel is not my significant other. (It's not that i'm embarassed to be around you Rachel (though i am :) but joe mistakingly mentioned you were my gf.) She's just a friend of mine. Do Joe and I have anything in common besides our names? I'm not so sure. I like videogames, but not shooters or action games so much. I don't own or think it would be enjoyable to own a gun. I don't own or take pride in my car. I don't have Joe's rebellious manner, instead I work for the government. I don't have Joe's easy way with girls, though I could be worse. What else. I live near DC and I am good at two things: drinking warm, cheap beer and not being bothered by it, and playing tekken. I emailed Joe, but other than having the same name (hopefully his middle name isn't Richard) I don't think we'll have much to talk about. I do enjoy his blog though. It's almost like watching a soap opera where the main character has your name. You'd watch that too, don't even try to deny it.

Apparently i have a way with girls. Funny, i don't seem to ever keep one, nor do they beat down my door to have at me. Which is plenty fine by me, seeing in as how i'm far to cranky in the morning to deal with women beating down the door that isn't actually on my room. I have caution tape stapled in strips which hang from the doorjamb.

He drinks beer, so do i. I stick to guinness though. He plays tekken, i play... well whatever really, but i suck at tekken.

We did e-mail each other, but as the Joe Schell indiginous to the northeastern united states has been known to display in the past, we are loners and do not travel in packs. We are merely mildly amused by each other's existance.

And typos. Which he has significantly less of than i.

I suppose my life sort of is a soap opera, but i cause most of it (deliberately and inadvertantly) so i can't complain.

And my middle name is Daniel.


Same phylum, different species i guess.

Or something like that.

What a pen artist does when he's handed a pencil.

Oh the things i want to stick in here file-wise and cannot. Why?

I left my power cable abroad, and so all of my nifty files, which i had intended to post, are not here. Brilliant eh?

SO, here we go on te brief and disoriented update:

Was at the diner with Steve Whiskeyman, his brother Scot, and the rest of the "lately" crew till about 3 or 4 am. Rocked. Sketched some shit i'd never attempted before, and it actually turned out well. Very cool.

Procrastinating on the job thing, which SUCKS, but i tend to fuck myself lately, so not a big surprise. Soon, reality will set in and the world will dissolve. sweet.

Music things are going well, spending time working on more barely-listenable junk. Yay.

Uh... what else...

not alot. Tomorrow, hopefully there is liquor and friends, and then more doodles and tunes. Who knows.

God damn i'm wired. Jesus i need to sleep...

auuugghh

fuck.

massive attack is EVERYWHERE!

Got this idea from Scot w-man

11.29.2006

Heh.

Here's something funny I found on my friend's facebook. Instructions are as follows:

"1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool...just type it in man!"

Opening credits:
Massive Attack - Dissolve Girl

Waking up:
Kruder and Dorfmeister - kieser-velten--dubolition (hilarious if you listen to it)

First day of school:
Kruder and Dorfmeister - Original Bedroom Rockers

Falling in love:
Massive Attack - Joy Luck Club (sounds vaugely appropriate)

Losing virginity (ha):
Massive Attack - Karmacoma (The Napoili Trip Remix) HAHAH

Fight song:
Hooverphonic - Tuna (haha)

Breaking up:
Tosca - Fuk Dub (haaksman Version)

Prom:
Massive Attack - Everywhen

Life:
Massive Attack - Risingson (Otherside Remix) (which kicks ass)

Mental breakdown:
Massive Attack - Man Next Door (which is hilarious, because i fucking hate this song)

Driving:
Kruder and Dorfmeister - Chocolate Elvis

Flashback:
Hooverphonic - The World is Mine

Getting back together:
Massive Attack - Unfinished Symphony Intsrumental (which is terribly ironic)

Wedding:
Massive Attack - Sly (Underdog Mix) (really bizzare choice)

Birth of child:
DORIS DAYS (Kruder & Dorfmeister Remix) - To Ulrik M

Final battle:
Massive Attack - Teardrop

Death scene:
Prodigy - Breathe (wtf? where was this track when the Final Battle came along?)

Funeral song:
Count Baic K and D Remix - Hide and Seek

End credits:
Thievery Corp - Air Batacuda


yeah, i have a SHITLOAD of massive attack on my hard drive. In fact, i have every original, every remix, every LP and EP, every live proformance recorded... i have alot.