Go Marc!

NO.

I have just turned 40. I do not wish to embrace a lifestyle and/or lifestyle magazine brought to me by Sylvester Stallone.

Someone make him go back and charge helicopters on a horse in Afghanistan, please.

Among the advertisers taking a chance on Sly is Alberto-Culver’s Consort line of men’s hair-care products. “There’s really nothing out there that talks to this man—not just about health and fitness, but his personal life,” said Pam Levine, Carat USA’s senior vp, group client director, who handles the account.

Sloth version of the Misfits: http://www.misfats.com/

I’VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY! I ATE SOME BUTTER TODAY!

Some waste of space got my CC number and tried to buy an HP laptop with it. Transaction went through (almost $1400) but then HP caught it, reversed it, and called me. Thank you, HP. Bank also had flagged it as suspicious was on their way to the phone so to speak.

So now I have to change my CC# and a million other things but it looks like I’m not out $1400, which is pretty cool since there wasn’t that much in the account anyway.

What no one can tell me is what to do if I want law enforcement to hunt this creature down and kill it. I guess I’ll start with the local police.

They’re wise not to give me the contact information for Mr. Loser, though. There are some things worse than being arrested for credit card fraud.

Martin Amis visits the hell of the Cali barrios.

I remember seeing 9 to 12-year-old armed gang members in L.A. in the 1990s and not handling it too well. I can’t imagine this too clearly.

http://www.5minutestolive.com/quicktime/quickvideos.html

Site sells DVD-R of movies that only nickjb or xtreme_pr0k or I would like.

These are previews.

Special love to Hervé Villechaize, as always.

Is hepkitten‘s kid:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/hepkitten/396009.html?style=mine

The Elizabeth Clare Prophet Cult Preambles it Up (mp3)

Ghostbusters movie and fires of hell and evil spaceships also considered harmful.

Although I’m smack in the middle of life I have an overwhelming sensation that I’m at the end of a long parabola, like a cannon ball flying out of the air to bury itself in mud. Looking back out of the hole I can see the vapor trail of my flight; ascent, apex, fall, and eventual landing. But where am I, and what next? Gah, there’s a bug on my nose.

It was Cognitive Slips Weekend as I carefully told stories to the people who’d originally told them, put frozen food in the cupboard, tripped over the cat, and forgot to pay important bills. I didn’t have to croc wrestle servers during the Super Bowl since we mostly solved those problems and my boss was on the job. I managed to cook a good dinner. Tip: the sweet smoked Spanish paprika is really good stuff. It gives a pleasant warm smoky flavor without much spicy heat.

We live as we dream, alone.