I’m so postmodernly postironically postal that I only post items

It says something funny and sad about me that when I have a drink or two I get all excited about compiling new versions of my software.

My grocery store had a 5 kg bar of Callebout chocolate for sale: $78.00 USD

I visited nickjb at the B&N tonight. The muzak was playing quietly inoffensive xmas stuff for a while, and then went into some French cabaret music. Nice 40s-style song. And then that song stayed on repeat. I think I heard it 15 times before I left. Hideous bananaphone experience.

Something is fucked with my government check and I haven’t got one since Nov. 8. I had to borrow money from my family; thank goodness they’re there.

I haven’t been able to read or write anything of substance for a while due to some odd ADD-like symptoms. Oddly I can read the new Pynchon; it just kind of flows through me pleasantly.

I turn 42 this week. Not much of interest there except my mom’s taking me to dinner at Pescadou on Friday. Mmm, Pescadou.

Outside the market tonight a madman was saying to another madman: “It’s like a lot of things in my life. I have these gifts, things like seeing into the future. And I have visions and realizations of a sexual nature. These things are hard for the others to understand.”

I think most of my problems could be solved with a bathtub of melted semi-sweet chocolate containing salome_st_john and a manatee. Make it so.

13 thoughts on “I’m so postmodernly postironically postal that I only post items

  1. Happy birthday !

    Outside the market tonight a madman was saying to another madman: “It’s like a lot of things in my life. I have these gifts, things like seeing into the future. And I have visions and realizations of a sexual nature. These things are hard for the others to understand.”

    Sounds like a pretty reasonable madman to me.

  2. The idea that there is now something that can be explained as a “hideous bananaphone experience” makes the world just a little more stupid than I can stand on a Wednesday morning before my coffee’s drunk.

  3. Manatee, Sweet Manatee
    It’s nice when family is there for you. My brothers and I agree on very little, but if I need someone to help me out, they are there. No questions asked. And my sister…well, they just don’t come any better.
    As Steve Purcell once wrote in his brilliant “Sam and Max: Freelance Police” comic:
    The Mermaid Chantey
    When I come up from round the Horn
    I found a gal what makes me beam
    She’d hold me in her supple flippers
    Darlin’ lady of my dreams!
    Manatee, sweet manatee
    How your mustache bristles tickle me
    In places no one ever sees
    My soft and lovin’ manatee!
    I found her bobbin’ in the surf
    Her briny smile enchanted me
    We hauled her up and gave her lovin’
    A buoyant lass you would agree!
    Manatee, sweet manatee
    My buxom bovine from the sea
    Oh won’t you come and marry me
    My warm and flaccid manatee!

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