Monday, February 10, 2003

ok, grandma, things in the last week didn't turn out exactly as i planned. but then again, when does my life ever follow a "plan."

fuck off, never.

currently listening to: boards of canada "sunshine recorder"

which makes perfect sense.

the dell dude got busted for buying pot in NYC. that is pretty stupid.
buying pot on the street? come on man. you can't afford to get some from a friend?
on the other hand, everybody really hates that kid, and people like to see celebs suffer, no matter what sort of celeb they are.

fucking bullshit i tell ya.

so i'm working again.
can you believe it?
i can.
because i am.
hardee har har.

does anybody remember burger Chef, a small and i'm guessing regional chain in the midwest in the 1970s?? somebody must know something, darn it!
i never say darn it out loud.
puto. now i'm enjoying some seefeel.

this is a friendly reminder to myself and to the 5-6 people who may be reading this right now (shouldn't you be procreating right now? remember, we've all got to do our part!!! fuck for jesus! fuck for america. don't use birth control. come inside. don't pull out. if you pull out, you're against america. and you better not be against america. satan hates america because we are such a god-fearing law-abiding fair nation for all. seriously. i'm seriously serious. right??? eh?? ok, maybe a bit of fibbing there.
i'm sure there are more than 5-6 people reading this right now. there's actually more like 30 to 999.3.
i'd love to be the .3) that i need to write about the night of the Santas and the following day and the pant story, as well as the jane's addiction evening. the halloween night. hmmm, buncho. see how this all worked out for us?

remember when things were different?
isn't it wonderful?
yes, it is.
heterosexual party tonight, all right!

exclamation points make the world go round.
not people.
people slow it down.
good thing we humans MUST procreate, so we can have MORE MORE MORE of us overrunning the earth and its dwindling natural resources.
see, i'm a fucking scientist.
how could you not believe me? plus, it's in print, which means something, ok?
it's not just fucking Handwritten.

so yeah, spent much of the weekend hanging with a different crew. i've been doing that more of late. my pals nannette, pew and such.
they will pay.
not really.
back to england i suppose.
as cheech and chong once said, things are tough all over.
and we want to go to war.
fucking imbeciles.

back to england.
but yeah....we were at the art openings on friday.
the luggage store on market near 6th, always an enjoyable neighborhood. cracker ass crackers for me. hmmm, then down to mission for another opening, smaller.
then, that bar, not kilowatt...what was that place? shizen. we went to kilowatt third, after attempting to get into casanova but that was too packed. it was on 16th too., i believe.
saturday was spent hangin low then hitting the town night on the town.
culture cache, culture cache that was interesting....ol' tom thewes was there, keeping time, and such.
we can all be thankful for that.
that was odd. actually. the whole reference to carol marvin.
but it was a fine evening nonetheless because we tried going to bottom o tha hill but it was sold out, i tell ya. so we drove down 17th and happen to zip by monique on the street, following her dance performance at the right spot. total random luck.
the name? The Rite Spot.
piano bar. i'd go back. cool. met some cool peeps too. to be honest, that part of it was a blur. here's to the vague blur.

when you're lost, i know how to change your mood.
when i'm down, you breathe life on me.

the great unknown.
not good. not mediocre. i love the way "mediocre' is spelled. it's neat with the "i" and the "o" and the grouping of "c" "r" and "e." nice combo.
thanks mr. webster.
we love you.

maybe my problem with my blog, besides the fact that it's incredibly self-referential, sometimes a reminder sheet for me as much as it is a diary, commentary, music updates and various drivel AND not updated regularly enough to sustain a substantial readership...besides all that shit, maybe the real problem is that it needs a cool, kick-ass name that's both topical AND funny AND features writing EVERY DAY and in little bite-size nuggets the whole smirking populace can enjoy.
how about "besmirch me bitch!"
nah, nobody knows about noah and that shit.
funny, i brought up ol' noah randomly last night in conversation whilst (see, i'm getting more british already) somebody mentioned 40 days or some shit about something that happened. the detail is not as important as what i have to say, ok?

yeah, so fucking noah, people were shocked, amazed and aghast at my biblical knowledge i was kicking and they shoved me around the room like a rag doll at an aerosmith concert in 1987. so later, watching yet another brilliant episode of the simpsons, it happened to be about homer suing the church after falling into a construction hole on their property and he went to court. they awarded him the church and he had a mega-day party there. it was awesome. culiminating, after incurring god's wrath with the desecration of the holiest of holy spaces ~~~yeah, it's a building but it's been BLESSED~~~~~~
with a huge flood, wherein all the partiers were forced up onto the roof of the church whilst a noah-looking fellow was cruising by, living large with all that hot animal love and the wives and concubines of all of noah's sons and shit.
man, there must have been all kinds of incestuous love on that ark.
shit, and it must have stunk too...well, they probably shat out the side.
god knows the king james version doesn't talk about what they did with the whole defecation issue. you'd think the bible would touch as much on everyday suggestions and problems like defecation, man-love, incest love, murdering of others because they like to dance around a fucking golden calf. man. leave them alone already.

maybe the israelites had a chip on their shoulder, they thought they were better than the rest. getting all pushy and shit.
also, why is it that jesus was a jew? and yet, christianity says now that judaism isn't right.
it's all weird.
i'd sure like to know the real story of jesus.
it's probably sooooo different.
not that it matters.

back to the ark - see, i'm convinced

i am an amazing driver.

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