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Temporal Dysfunction Archives 

Welcome to Temporal Dysfunction, a place for news. Nothing more. Nothing less. You won't get anything groundbreaking. Hell, some of it may even be old to you. What can be promised is that it won't be the same old same old. Think of it as your mini dose of the SDM ezine. Still concentrated, but just not so much of it. We're always open for new talent, so if you think you can hack out something for this bit of nothingness, drop something here.

12.30.97
ESPN2 is the place for the real athlete. Why wouldn't they? Not only do they host chess, but know they allow me to see Magic: The Gathering Tournament. Since I was a loser at school, this will help me fit in with my crowd of ONE at the closet I live in at home. Just when watching ESPN1 was about to get me off of my lazy ass and play some basketball, ESPN2 comes along and lets me know that it's okay to be a freak. I feel much better now. Thank goodness for that.

12.29.97
Just recently there were a couple of vigils that transpired to commemorate the death of JonBenet Ramsey, the child model-turned-dead. While it would be tasteless and perhaps pointless to commentate over such a pathetic event, one has to wonder why. First the people of the town where Mork from Ork lived complained because the media coverage was ruining the town and making it difficult to solve the case. Naturally, incompetence was never thought of, but think of it this way. Why in the hell would they pimp themselves out if they hate the media. Advertising for a vigil, be it deliberate or coincidental, they should play wise media whores and bleed this sucker for all its worth.

BTW, the Oranguatan is endangered. Keep on Earth, a few more species and we'll be all that left! Keep on killing!


12.26.97
It's almost over. New Year's will be here and then what? Nothing. Not at all. Nothing will change. There will be now renewed values on life. Your lives will be just as pathetic then as they are now. A higher number does nothing for your life. It's as pointless as it ever was.

If this was a newsflash to you then know this: It won't get any better.


12.25.97
G'Day, the slavery is almost over. One more real shopping day to go and you are finished... for now. Then comes Valentine's Day. Either you're alone or you're wanted. Society is great. Here go some words from Max.

Today is Christmas. Hope it's good! Once again, I want to ask you to do something good. It doesn't have to be anything major, just put a smile on someone's face. I hope that you all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Wishing you the best, Max Reagan.

In case you haven't been told, many old people decide to die during this time of year. Suicides are prevalent. Something about being alone during the holidays. Usually, that's the best part. I would relish the the peace and quiet.

Since this is the Xmas time, why don't you click here and get a viewing of that Santa interview. Anything to get you out of the mood.


12.24.97
Busy for the court system. Not only was Terry Nichols(sp?) found guilty on various counts of illegal activity, but so was Carlos "The Jackal". Since it is Xmas, and surely the families have gone through enough media whoredom with books, movie, and the picture of that dead baby turning into everything from a t-shirt to a commemorative ceramic plate to a snow globe. It's possible.

In other news, it's Xmas Eve. Count on SDM to be a complete waste of time if you want to sincerely celebrate in the true spirit of Xmas. For the most part, we at SDM believe it to be a complete waste of time.


12.23.97
New year wish list: Puff Daddy goes bankrupt. Mariah Carey loses her voice. Graham Chapman rises from the dead. No more lame ass horror movies. Hanson breaks up. Spice Girls are the cause. Master P gets amnesia. The Wu-Tang Clan puts out an album on time, or at least 6 months near there. Kenny G, John Tesh, and Yanni become disillusioned by the music world and become reclusive. Bob Saget begins unemployment. An Oz marathon, once a month. Santa Claus gets rabies from the Easter Bunny. G. Nih Ton gets pneumonia, arthritis, laryngitis, AND mono... for starters. Pop culture realizes that SDM is not an ally (we are not cool, kewl, or cute).

Those were not predictions, but if anything comes true, I was at home the whole time.

Your enemy, Armchair.


12.22.97
It has been reported that the percentage of those who don't doubt God has risen. How convenient. Considering that this is the week of Christmas and next week is the alleged end of the world, would you expect the number to decrease? Of course not. If these statistic mongers wanted to get a more candid number, why didn't they take the poll the first week of the new year. Not only would you find people not satisfied with life anymore, but you would also find that there is no need to bullshit due to the gift giving nonsense. It's just that simple.


12.16.97
Before we go any further, the lady on the MTV commercial has stated that it is alright to be yourself. You can breathe easily now.

A big piece of news happened over the weekend. The great Louis Farrakhan travelled to the middle east and to my surprise, and probably yours, he was not greeted by the shiny, happy faces of Israel. I was shocked.

It has been approximately 5 days since the last whore dujour sighting. This could mean that america is sick of children again. Good. Princess Die, however, is still alive and dead. And on an even darker note, Elton John may be VH-1's artist of the year. You can blame that on DIe as well.

Let's end this on a happy note. Charlie Sheen hasn't had a blockbuster since before Mighty Ducks. Go party.


12.15.97
Let's do something different today. This is a chance to boost something going on at the site. It's Christmas time, so in keeping with the holiday spirit, we have something planned. An interview with Santa Claus. We still have him hostage at our "base," so if you can think of any questions, send them here. Any questions at all will be asked. Any questions at all will be answered. We hope.


12.12.97
It's no secret that many of us here at SDM are in absolute awe of Jim Carroll. Which is why we should do our part to issue a piss off to those associate the movie, The Basketball Diaries, with the Prayer People Slaughter that occurred sometime last week. It's utter bullshit. So he shoots a priest. So? That was a dream. The conditions were completely different. On the other hand, it means that Jim Carroll can take his rightful place up there with J.D. Salinger as a person who psychos use as a reference in their deeds. If I were him, I would be honored.


12.11.97
While wasting away my brain cells by watching the devil's tool known as television, guess what should pollute my vision. A movie. No, not another Charlie Sheen classic-to-be. Worse. Much worse. Leanne Rhimes is starring in a movie with Bernadette Peters. Yes, times are tough and she has been reduced to playing second fiddle to Leanne Rhimes. Nothing sarcastic to say about it. The fact that it exists in reality is a problem enough. All I can say is boycott the movie and the network. It shouldn't be hard. When was the last time ABC had something worth watching?


12.10.97
over the past few weeks and months, i'm sure we've all heard a lot about the alleged "clinton campaign contributions" which are taking up so much of the media's attention reporting it, and so much of our time having to listen to it.

it seems that the white house released further documents concerning the alleged "money coffees," in which clinton allegedly took money from alleged investors, despite the alleged fact that congress allegedly subpoenaed these alleged documents. allegedly, of course.*

now, i for one would like to clear some things up right this second: i don't care. who outside of washington, d.c. gives a flying purple elephant leaping fuck where the national democratic party gets their money? i don't. and i don't think any of you do, either. some of you would ask why i'm wasting your time (not to mention mine) writing this at all. to those people, i say "goosnark", not because it means anything, but because it feels nice. (try it. you'll find yourself saying goosnark often and liking it.)

i hope that clears a few things up.

*it'll make a lot more sense if you try to think like a media whore.


12.9.97
In Phoenix, a grave tragedy has taken place. According to the true source of all things important, Hard Copy, a Charlie Sheen movie was being filmed and during a planned explosion, "hundreds" of pigeons went up with the flames. I, personally, find such an act reprehensible. For years, we "normal" people have had to stand idly by while these fools make such careless mistakes. Hopefully this time they will learn.

To recap, another Charlie Sheen movie has made, and I am in utter shock.

On a brighter note for all you car owners in Phoenix area out there, you won't have to put up with so many pigeon droppings.

You see, we can find the bright side of things.


12.8.97
You know what? It'll never be over. Princess Die will never die. That was the bad news. The good news is that because of this traumatic conclusion we have something to write about. First, it was the interview with one of the little girls who carried the back of the dress for her wedding to The Royalty Formerly Known As Prince Chuck. It was nice to avoid watching the trauma she experienced upon learning that a woman she hadn't seen in over 10 years had died. I watched the wedding on tv and guess what. I was pissed because I thought the accident was the best damned SNL skit to ever air.

Now, as I open up my paper, what do I see? They have interviewed the stewardess aboard the yacht where Princecess Die and Dodie fell in love. The barrell is empty, so they had to dig underneath the rocks to find a story. BTW, if this wasn't a Doris Day movie already, guess how they bit the bug. It was a food fight. That's right, the quintessence of British maturity fell in love over a food fight. I believe we are now socially deranged by this act of dysfunction.


12.5.97
We could just rebuke the talk of the day and discuss something not affiliated with Latrell Sprewell. It has been three days since I last saw the septuptlets or relatives or others trying to cash in on the baby craze polluting my paper. It has been eleven hours since I last saw that dead lady on the cover of a magazine. It has been -35 seconds since the media decided to exploit another naive fool. No time has passed since the last insult dished out by an SDM affiliate. It has probably been a few hours since someone made you laugh. It is 1:05 a.m. Do you know where your dreams are?

In other news, SDM has undergone some slight changes. It would be a lie to say we hope you enjoyed it all. It doesn't really matter. Within a few weeks time, you won't even recognize us. Mum's the word, and so is Pee Wee Herman.


12.4.97
What haven't we hit upon in our abscence from the world? How about the Septuplets? Well, not them, but the life they will be leading... as poster children for no cause whatsoever. Rather than turn this into an editorial, we could point out past instances. Sure, when they need money, the talk show circuit will come calling. They talk about all the money that will be needed in order for this family to live. Well, that's a load of crap! This family is being sponsored by almost anything recognized in the world of infant materialism. A van, a house, diapers, baby food, and lots, lots more. You know what, when I get tired of working for my family to live, I'm going to knock my wife up with OCTtetlets, shoot her up with fertility drugs, and pimp my children to the general public. Not only will I beat the current record, but I will be able to market my family as media whores with mucho payback.


12.3.97
Sometime today, the long awaited new issue of SDM will go up. Hell is still hot and we are still happy.


12.2.97
Let this be a lesson. It was inside, they weren't Y-clobbers and chances are he was a psycho and not a nice, quiet kid. Any previous reports to the contrary have now been retracted. We promise that it may happen again. May no one shoot us for the truth as told to us by the media. If you wanted funny, you should've gone elsewhere.


12.1.97
Once again, we are back, and guess what? We're ignorant. Somewhere in the USA, a kid got 5 guns into a high school and killed at least three students who happened to be "praying at the pole." Yeah, you know what kind I'm talking about. Y-Club members. They come at you from all sides so that you'll pray with them. If anything, this lesson can teach us all that you shouldn't wake up a few minutes earlier for the sole purpose of worshipping the american flag. I'm not saying murder's right, I'm just implying that those Y-Clobbers can be persistent. I doubt they got killed for it, but it brings back memories when they attempted to get me to "pray at the pole."