That obnoxicant not only makes more sense than most people I read every day, but has musical taste just about identical to mine, despite being 25 years younger. I hereby give her five gold stars. You rule, brainiac’s daughter!

Not too many people showed at D’s tonight, probably due to temperatures in the fifties with a brisk breeze. Too bad; the Gypsies were back (Pasíon Gitana) and they were really good as usual. The band has dwindled over the years from 7 or so people with a lead singer and lots of drum equipment to two guys and a woman who drums on a bongo and a box. Surprisingly they’re still captivating, especially the lead guitarist. As Jared pointed out, he’ll occasionally do something amazing on the guitar as a kind of afterthought while trotting through a flamenco number.

At one point Deanna turned toward me with her adorable innocent face wrapped in her jacket hood and asked me if dogs had a lifetime warranty. I had a good 30 seconds of what the hey before I realized she was saying “Docs” and referring to Dr. Martens boots. Mishearing things is fun.

They’re having a tsunami benefit at Detroit Bar and it’s comedy. And holy crap, they got David Cross and Patton Oswalt. Who woulda thunk it? February 20. Details here or elsewhere at detroitbar.com if that blows up. So that’s two Detroit events I’ll be attending in a month! How odd for me. But Jonathan Richman and David Cross aren’t regular visitors to west Costa Mesa.

I’m on an 80s California punk kick tonight.

Blood stains
Speed kills
Fast cars
Cheap thrills
Rich girls
Fine wine
I lost my sense I lost control I lost my mind!
AAAAAAA

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/4216431.stm

Let’s all sing the Doom Song!

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So annoying. I should just drop my internet service and steal the neighbors’ at this point. I’m the only one who tries to secure at all!

weev pointed out something that’s been bugging me today also. First boingboing and then Slashdot have carried the “story” that some guy was arrested and led off in chains “for using Lynx”.

For those not in the geek way, Lynx is a text-only web browser that’s often used on a text console, especially by administrators and others who need a nongraphical view of a website.

The story as reported by the websites is that our hero was just viewing this site using Lynx and then was arrested for being a hacker! Because the “user agent” information that’s sent to the site tells you which browser you’re using, and that isn’t a standard one. Or something.

This cannot be. Anyone who’s run a well-trafficked website will tell you that weird-ass user agents clog your logs all the time. Not only do you see lots of variations on every known browser and several programming languages’ web routines, but anyone can submit any user agent, so programs with names like SpoogeMonkey-ItalianDinner-0.003a and UrMomHawHaw-43-Kmart go by all day.

I have no idea what this guy was doing, but no one kicks down your door for having a weird user agent.

What a load of ignorant crap. Even for boingboing and Slashdot this is terrible.

I heisted one of my mother’s Skelaxin to make my shoulder stop spasming and hurting. It worked. Hurray for drugs! Today was a bizarre experience. After both eating some wrong food and having too much alcohol last night, I kept napping and waking up again today. I also managed somehow to walk into a pole at full speed while stone cold sober coming out of the Tower Records so I had this ow on my left side. Then I kept making brainos and hearing things wrong all day. I was careful only to drive about a mile.

This whole neck tendon out of whack, cervical spine wiggling, arm in spasm, shoulder in spasm, butt hurting on one side thing is just for the birds. It’s not likely to get much worse or kill me or anything, but it’s like a toothache. Takes a bit of the zest outa life, you know.

On the plus side I made a very good tomato+chicken curry tonight. And with a tremendous amount of water and coffee during the day I managed to stop feeling like I was jet lagged and mildly tubercular. When I went to Tower and walked into the pole I was purchasing The Unheard Music, the movie about X, which made me very happy to have. I haven’t seen it since it came out and it’s one of my favorite music documentaries.

Someone left the cake out in the rain.

See, pizza is good. We all like it! It has a crust with tasty fatty salty things on it. Mmm. But it’s not quite enough. We need it to have more fatty salty things on it! Maybe we could make Pizza Ice Cream! Or a Pizzuccino Mocha.

No, I’ve got it!

We’ll make Dippin’ Strips so you can dip the pizza in other things!

Mmm. Pepperoni pizza dipped in ranch dressing. Can I get that bacon-wrapped?

Not too many people could say they helped create America’s space program, worshipped Satan, partied with L. Ron Hubbard, and got investigated by the FBI in one lifetime. Jack Parsons did, and then he died in a mysterious mad science explosion at his house.

Modest Mouse is on “Kidz Bop 7”.

HAW HAW HAW