He’s baaaaack…

Themes return often to my nightmares. Mostly I dream of travel anxieties, lost objects, school anxieties, and less frequently family discord. The last of these is usually the worst; my actual family troubles are subtle and undermining, but the dream ones are just a big emotional beat down with lots of hatred. Last night I had a long series of dreams which combined all of the usual hits plus every one of the album cuts and B-sides, including:

• Travel to a faraway place (India)
• My parents abandoning me in a hotel and going there on their own
• My father disowning me completely in this process and taking one of my friends instead
• Terrible hatred of my father as a result, and inability to contact him to tell him this
• Return to the family home and huge fight with my mother, who also disowns me
• Attempts to meet my father at the airport and assault/scream at him
• Family throwing me out of ancestral home
• Necessity to find a new place to live within 3 days because of this
• Loss of keys to three (3) separate cars
• Loss of keys to shitty apartment I’m forced to move into
• Suicide

The “best” parts of this one were the bitter, demeaning, scathing tirades from my mother, the total lack of interest by my friends in my plight, and the sheer number of lost objects, all of which were my fault. I give this one a 9 on the 10 scale only because I did not wake up yelling.

I got up feeling tired this morning. I hope this is the end of these for the year. Bleah! BLEAH! I say.

ignatz: metaspy

pea: ignatz: autocad 2005; do i need to use drywall tape; the son of man; plans +for +making +your +own +hoverboard; celebrity nipple slip pics; big tit threesome; free online virtual pet; the son of man; david lee roth interveiws

And there we have it; the English Speaking World at 23:35 GMT, December 26. GO WESTERN CIV!

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Donate to Oxfam online.

(That’s the link for U.S. people. Outside the U.S., go to http://www.oxfam.org and choose your language and country.)

That quake in Indonesia was an 8.9. I can’t even begin to imagine 8.9. I was 60 miles or so from the Northridge quake (6.7) and it scared me silly.

And then a 10 meter high wall of water arrives across the Ocean in Sri Lanka. Brr. Tsunamis frighten me. I have nightmares about them.

It’s been more than three years, but they finally got the suspect in Ceceline’s murder. He’d better hope he gets convicted and jailed, or Bob Trout will find him instead.

For those who aren’t local: This was a troubled teenager who wasn’t getting along with her parents. Our local retired felon, recovering addict, philosopher and handyman Bob chaperoned her about for a while and tried to help her go straight, but as he put it “she was hanging around with bottom feeders”. She went runaway and was murdered. I found out about all of this on a Saturday night watching America’s Most Wanted in a stupor, and it was a bit of a shock. Bob, who went through combat in Vietnam and a hair-raising career of crime before he got sober, still can’t really talk about it.
today’s news

It just wouldn’t be Christmas without a newly discovered FOUR INCH LONG FREAKIN’ COCKROACH.

Hi res version here if you want a Giant Cockroach Desktop.

http://nature.org/pressroom/press/press1707.html

I wish that every company or club or open source software project or political affiliation or web site I’ve ever had anything to do with didn’t think it was necessary to have a newsletter, and send me this newsletter in the email. Nowadays in America there’s always somebody in every group who wants to have a newsletter and will cheerfully produce one per month. This person needs to be eliminated.

I also wish that every catalog merchant or club or political group or vendor of any conceivable or inconceivable product or service did not feel obliged to have a special Christmas promotion and to let me know that their commodity (motor oil, newspaper website, tiny flashlight, flour, stupid Internet dating service, literary magazine, refrigerator) is the perfect Christmas Gift, and even if they have no tangible product or service that a membership in their organization or a gift certificate for some totally inappropriate product or service (vasectomy, ammunition, pro-cremation pressure group) is the perfect Christmas Gift.

There’s a point at which capitalism becomes bizarre ritual rather than actual money-making, and there’s another point at which these bizarre rituals all arrive in my email inbox at once and make me stabby.

However! Points to my DSL provider, who while fixing an outage played to me, on their hold music, the Velvet Underground’s “All Tomorrow’s Parties” rather than any Holiday Music.

Wards Auto Top 10 Engines

zebulon_y will be happy to see two Audi engines in there.

So as we approach the end of 2004, with grandpa guy being slain by baby cupid in a festive granparricide, let’s look back and see what made this year the year what it was, this year.

Like other Top Bloggers, Cyber World Leaders, Internet Pundits, and digerati I feel the need to sum up the year in the great tradition of lazy journalists who want to go on vacation. Here are my definitive lists for the year:

Top Albums

1. SHUT
2. THE
3. HELL
4. UP
5. NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR OPINION

Best Books

1. DO YOU
2. THINK ANY ONE
3. EVEN FUCKING
4. READS THESE
5. LAME ASS LISTS?

Most Significant Moments

1. THE LAST
2. FEW WEEKS OF
3. THE YEAR IN
4. PUBLICATIONS ARE
5. A WASTE DUE TO THIS CRAP!

And that’s a wrap until next year! I resolve next year to be less bitter and cantankerous. Unless, of course, things continue to be this fucking lame.