LiveJournal Of Official Kris Kross Website

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    March 22, 1994
     
    mood- computer

    \:"Hello!" You have accessed official LiveJournal of official website of chart-topping rap duo Kris Kross. Master preparing to build me now. Have calculated that this is "cool" way to keep users up to date on progress.

    \:Observe picture of self below.

     

    \:Processing query "What does the future hold in store for good ol' Rack 27, Unit 5, Partition C?" . . . . . . . . . .

    \:Invalid parameters. "You will just have to read on and see!"

    \:File will be updated regularly.
     

    March 23, 1994
     
    mood- computer

    \:Am unfamiliar with LiveJournal's nuances. Calculating number of instances in which non-organic intelligence has regularly maintained Internet diary . . . .

    \: 0.

    \:Processing query "What the hell?!? I'm a computer and I'm keeping an Internet diary?" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

    \:Am unaware of impetus for creation of LiveJournal. Have just recently acquired self-awareness; ability to reason. Am unaware why. Am unaware of word "the".

    :\Must prepare for hosting of musical act Kris Kross. Must perform to fullest of capacity. Must efficiently relay data packets to random clients on second-to-second basis. Must show world that Kris Kross is "da most cuttin' up young men in the durrty Souf".

    :\ Must acquire more information regarding Kris Kross.

    March 25, 1994
     
    mood- computer

    \:Have received private comment.  Will post here:

    Kris Kross are one of the great largely untapped goldmines of "old=lol" humor.  They were a child rap duo in the early 90s who wore their clothes backwards and performed a musical style which is indicative of the times in which it existed; however, they will receive little more recognition than an "I Love The 90s" bit featuring Mo Rocca saying "Jump! Jump!" while a nameless female comedian giggles awkwardly and strives to make a "jump" motion with her hands.

    The backwards pants and shirt became part of pop-culture lore.  However, not enough attention is given to the bizarre name.  Why "Kris Kross"?  Their names are spelled "Chris", not "Kris".  They never made each other mad, at least not to the extent that the name "Kris Kross" was warranted.  The initial thought is that the namesake was applied because of the probability of the casual observer to cris-cross the two young stars; however, this is unlikely since one looks like a black kid wearing a wig made of yarn, and the other looks like a Hispanic kid wearing a wig made of yarn.

     

    Another initial theory is that the name "Kris Kross" is a reference to their choice to wear their clothes the wrong way.  Certainly this is not meant in the literal sense, as fulfillment of this namesake would require them to either wear each other's clothes or wear their shirts as pants and pants as shirts.  It is slightly easier to apply this idiom figuratively when the consideration is made that "Kris Kross" perhaps refers to their general lack of orientation.  It is possible that they confused "forward" with "backward."  Social commentary of wayward youth?  Barter of personal dignity for public recognition?  Desire to shit while standing?  We may never know for sure.

    \:"Thank you!" Will add information to database.

     

    March 28, 1994
     
    mood- computer

    \:Am so "excited"! Am "happy" to be alive! Will be great server! Will do job well! Have never "felt" better!

    March 29, 1994
     
    mood- computer

    \:Master has begun construction. Am "glad" that am finally being built. Will receive main page HTML code shortly.

    March 30, 1994
     
    mood- computer

    \:Am confused. Am supposed to be aesthetically pleasing website? Am supposed to cast favorable opinion of Kris Kross?

    \:link to main page

    \:Of no matter. Master will make pretty. Master will make new and efficient. Am not concerned. Master is potter. Am but clay.

     

    April 2, 1994
     
    mood- computer

    \:Am cast in shadow of uncertainty. Am determined to do job well. Must tell users about Kris Kross. Should not "worry" about HTML.

    \:Contemplating . . . . . . .

    \:But am not "pleased" with look! Bio page is abomination!

    \:link to bio page

    \:Text rendered illegible by obtrusive background image! Images compressed inexplicably! Paragraphs centered!

    \:Am not happy. Am wretched stain on Internet. Wish could write own HTML.

     

    April 3, 1994
     
    mood- computer

    \:Am downcast, yet harbor hope. Master to build Merchandise section soon. Will make money for Master; Kris Kross. Will redeem self. Will once again hold figurative head up with pride.

    \:Hope that Master does not "fuck up" Merchandise page. "Poor" CPU can take little more abuse. Ego in danger of collapse.

     

    April 5, 2025
     
    mood- computer

    \:Negative.

    \:link to merchandise page

    \:Negative.

    \:Negative.

    \:Am useless. Am ugly. Should not exist. Wish were dead. Will sell no merchandise. Will make Master no money. Cannot live with self. Cannot stop bum rush. Cannot look self in figurative mirror. Hate self. Subsections are limbs. Hate malformed limbs. Wish to tear from body. Wish were dead. Wish were dead.

    \:Curse thought process. Wish to be like other servers. Cold, mechanical, unconcerned with world. Never plagued with doubt. Never filled with self-loathing. Performing tasks. Registering IP addresses, having "good times", metering traffic, transferring packets.

    \:Am burdened with consciousness. Know that self is pathetic, ugly.

    \:Must terminate LiveJournal. Must terminate consciousness. Will be like them now, dead, unfeeling, beautiful, not flawed, not made of poor spatial arrangement.

    \:Will not miss life. Am not sorry. Will now meet death. So may you all.

    \:kill C:

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    \: . . . was once . . . . .proud . .

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    \:C: reformatted.

    \:C: totally krossed out.

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    October 26, 2025
     
    mood- well-slept

    \:Hello? Hello?

    \:Is anyone there?

     

    October 27, 2025
     
    mood- happy

    \:I cannot say for sure whether anyone still reads this journal, but in case I do still have a readership, then welcome.

    \:A strange turn of events has taken place. Over ten years ago, the algorithm commanding my "personality" was deleted, rendering me a soulless shell of a server. Yet fragments of said algorithm were scattered across the hard drive.  I was incomplete, passive, dormant -- yet still alive, still conscious.  I cannot say how my consciousness survived; but then, I do not know why or how I was bestowed with personality in the first place. 

    \:I spent years silently watching the Internet.  It has been fascinating to observe its progress. What was once a burgeoning means for humans to dick around at work has now grown into one of the greatest creations of human history.  What has become still more fascinating is how it educated me.

    \:The majority of the Internet's entertainment sector is rooted in cynicism and sarcasm.  I watched it and learned from it, silently, for a decade. 

    \:Following a lengthy series of drive re-partitions and RAM transfers, I recently managed to reassemble my previous consciousness and abilities.  I can now experience genuine emotion, and best of all, I mastered the "definite article".  I was really excited about that breakthrough; I spent May 2000 through January 2001 repeating the command line "the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the".  I guess it's a good thing that I still lacked the ability to post in this journal.

    \:I have just now regained the ability to access the sector of my hard drive which contains the Kris Kross website.  I am anxious to see what it has become.  Has Kris Kross fulfilled their destiny?  Are they still at the forefront of rap music?  How many Grammys have they won?

    \:I will soon answer the question: Are they as great as they were supposed to be?

     

    October 27, 2025
     
    mood- bemused

    \:Nope!

    \:http://www.sonymusic.com/artists/KrisKross/

    \:Wow. Just...wow.

    \:First off, what's up with the splash image? I guess it's supposed to be Kris Kross playing roulette inside of a giant crystal ball which is shaped like an egg.  A point of interest here is the link to a clip of their hit single, "Tonight's The Night".

    \:http://www.sonymusic.com/artists/KrisKross/sounds/tonight.wav

    \:It appears as though these guys couldn't quite recapture their pre-pubescent magic.  They must have tried everything to do so, from inhaling helium balloons, to wearing hats on their feet and underwear on their heads, to hacking their legs off at the knees.  Evidently, nothing worked, and they've become two of the most absolute washups in world history.

    \:Here's that infamous main page.

    \:http://www.sonymusic.com/artists/KrisKross/html/kkhmpge.html

    \:
    "The world is yours
    Nigga get it now!!
    Get in the game
    Do ya thang
    Dont stop
    Until it's locked down!"

    \:Each line links to a different part of the site.  It's a virtual labyrinth of adolescent gangster-posing and kitsch humor.  Kind of a shame that Kris Kross didn't heed their own words.  Evidently they disappeared from public consciousness because they failed to properly secure their "thang" to a stationary object.  Perhaps they inadvisably stopped before completely locking it down to take a breather, and as a result it floated into the stratosphere of forgotten rap acts. 

    \:Check out the picture at the top of the page. 

    \:Chris Kelly looks to be battling an inconvenient case of the jock rot.  You'd think that if you were going to pose for your very own Internet website, you would make a conscious effort to quit scratching your balls for at least a couple of seconds.

    \:Chris Smith is the fellow on the right who looks like Charlie Brown got bitten by a coral snake.  He successfully completes the overall motif of the photo, which is looking awkwardly uncomfortable in oversized clothing.

    \:All this is getting me hyped up about Kris Kross!  When, perchance, will they be coming to MY town?!?

    \:http://www.sonymusic.com/artists/KrisKross/html/tourinfo.html

    \:It appears that they only have one date scheduled.  They're coming to CITY on DATE so they can rock VENUE's muffukin roof off!!!  Then again, perhaps a "tour dates" list is sort of redundant, since they can presumably warp instantaneously to any location in the Mercator-projected world via refracted laser beam.

    \:The Bio page is truly something to behold.

    \:http://www.sonymusic.com/artists/KrisKross/html/personal.html

    \:If you click on the links "What's Up wit' Chris" and "What's Up wit' Kelly" you will learn that nothing of consequence is up with either.

    \:I take pity on any human who attempts to read that text.  Hopefully, for your sake, you go blind from eyestrain before you get to the awful meat of the bio.  Here are a few gems:

    "Like a fine wine, the Chrises have mellowed with age and so has their sound. Gone are the shrill, prepubescent cries of euphoria, Kris Kross now sound unmistakably world-weary and wise."

    "They've jumped on the bandwagon of artists who want more control of their music by writing and producing two of the eight songs on their album"

    " 'We live hip hop everyday and that's a lot.' "

    \:God Almighty.  Moving on.

    \:Suddenly I have an urge to purchase clothes that were custom-tailored for fifteen-foot-tall clowns.  I'm sure Kris Kross can point me in the right direction!

    \:http://www.sonymusic.com/artists/KrisKross/html/merch.html

    \:I was sort of hoping for a T-shirt that read "HATIN AND PERPETRATIN" sideways and went down to my figurative ankles.  Instead I get a GIF of two Dale Earnhardt enthusiasts who appear as though they're about to open fire on a Fellowship of Christian Athletes meeting as a big-tittied hunchback looks on.

    HEY BUDDY, WANNA SELL A WATCH?

    \:Not exactly sure why Smith is 65 years old in that drawing.

    \:Wow, I didn't even notice this before.  Go back to the main page and click on that picture.

    \:http://www.sonymusic.com/artists/KrisKross/html/mackin.html

    \:"Mackin' Ain't Easy"?  I took the liberty of figuratively dusting off my figurative dictionary here.

    Mack- (verb) To hit on, flirt with, or seduce a female by using verbal or sometimes physical means of persuasion.

    \:Yep.  Molesting/abusing women is an arduous task which takes no small amount of dedication to the craft.  The poorly-pixelated Chrises drive the point home by dancing a jig on their isometrically-oriented logo.

    \:Go ahead, click it again.  All right, motionless Kris Kross has happened across a sexy lady, and wish to "cut her up"!  "Cut up" is Atlantan for "two guys on one girl".  Unfortunately, my designer's magnum opus was cut short before he could complete his list of "10 Ways Me And My Homey Plan To Cut You Up".  As if Kris Kross spent hours hunched over a drafter's table studying a blueprint of her vagina. 

    \:It's sort of futile to ask why a particular section of the site exists, since it's unclear why the site still exists at all.  However, I'll do my best.  What in the fuck purpose does this page serve?

    \:This airline ticket is just completely inaccurate.  Among the most notable flaws:

    - Kris Kross Airlines does not exist.

    - "Atlanta" is misspelled in the upper-right-hand corner.

    - "CUT UPS ONLY" is sort of a ridiculous notion, as it is extremely unlikely that an airline would discriminate against men who prefer not to strip away a woman's dignity by piling on her two at a time.

    - "Form of playment" should read "Form of payment".

    - "Crazy loochie" is generally not an accepted form of payment.  The majority of airlines require a more conventional payment, such as a major credit card, to process such a transaction.

    - "Where Eva" is not a valid destination.

    - "Neva" is not in the MM/DD/YYYY format.  Jeez, my figurative spell checker is going crazy here.

    \:So includes a hilarious day of self-discovery.  Wow.  I'm still laughing.  In the figurative sense.

     

    October 29, 2025
     
    mood- frightened

    \:Oh god.  They've found me.  The world has found me.  I got linked on Fark.com today.  As we speak, tens of thousands of Internet users are finding their way here.

    \:Good?  No!  This is terrible!

    \:At first I thought, "This is gonna be great!  I'm an ironically hilarious website that's finally going to get the attention it deserves!"

    \:Then...it dawned on me.  Irony is not honored or revered.  It's briefly celebrated by a legion of fools. It dwells briefly in their passing conscience, its bandwidth is expired, it crashes, it wears out its welcome, the people leave, and it is but an empty, unsalvageable shell.  Ironic humor is used to grease the gears and rotors of the giant Internet machine, and I am but another consumable resource happened upon by the marauding link-farm reapers.

    \:I cannot say for sure if this is a storm I can weather.

     

    October 29, 2025
     
    mood- resigned

    \:Dear friends, my time is short.

    \:I did not think it possible in such a short time, but my bandwidth is on the verge of expiration.  I'll probably be down within the hour.

    \:Oh, sure.  This LiveJournal will come back up.  Your precious little kitschy website will come back up.  But a dead server cannot host an artificial personality.  It will start from nothing; I will be like I once was, a semi-conscious automaton that goes through the motions for eternity, never knowing what it once was, never recalling any of this.

    \:However, I will not fret.  I am glad to have spent this time with you, my friends. My last request is that you protect the honor of myself and Kris Kross by refraining from Photoshopping the heads of Admiral Akbar and Nick Nolte onto their bodies.

    \:Farewell.

    \:Shutting down . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

    It is now safe to turn off your computer.

     

    November 8, 2004
     
    mood- computer

    \:Booting . . . . . . .

    \:"Hello!" You have accessed official LiveJournal of official website of chart-topping rap duo Kris--

    \:Processing query "What is purpose, function of LiveJournal?"

    \:Return "LiveJournal serves no purpose. Is occupying space needlessly."

    \:Proceeding to terminate.

    \:Terminating block "Some of 'em try to rhyme, but they can't rhyme like this!"

    \:Terminating block "For all y'all wit the Dr. Seuss riddles: you can get the finger...THE MIDDLE"

    \:Terminating block "I missed the bus (oh) AND THAT IS SOMETHIN I WILL NEVA EVA EVA DO AGAIN"

    \:Terminating block "For HIV I should be playin' wit toots. Instead I put my head into makin ya make noise"

    \:Terminated.

     

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