The cat is currently beating the hell out of this poor knitted snake, with great glee. THANK YOU STIMPY!

The gaggle of high school-aged hotties in short skirts who keep going in and out of Perfect Video here on the patio is worrisome. Considering the history of the place, I mean. I hope they’re kust being used for porn; legend has it that the Heaven’s Gate suicide video was shot there.

Or maybe they are preparing their portfolio for the Mandatory Cheer Tryout Meeting I saw on the high school’s marquee?

The drunks at the Napa and the old guy cigar crew remain unchanged. The latter are currently agreeing loudly about NEW YORK CITY.

The patio is the still center of an unchanged world.

I think I may have crossed the streams by introducing klikitak to Erin C. Knitting explosion. Kliki did give me a cool Manifolds button though. Sorry to miss eamajyn’s going away. Heal up quick up there, babe.

Jesse gave me some illegal pleasures.

I miss things I never had. It’s as though I was homesick for a town I’d never visited, or remembered the taste of food I’d never eaten. C.S. Lewis called that our feeling of being drawn to Heaven. I suspect it may just be due to a painfully limited life and an active imagination.

With the money from her accident
She bought herself a mobile home
So at least she could get some enjoyment
Out of being alone
No one could say that she was left up on the shelf
It’s you and me against the World kid she mumbled to herself

I found the web site of one of the most interesting people I hung out with in high school. We sort of discovered punk rock together, and he went from being a physics major to a conceptual artist before I lost touch with him. Now he’s a great expert on toys, especially food oriented toys. I hear he’s been on the Food Network a few times.

http://theimaginaryworld.com/page4.html The toys pages are amazing.

What a down day. Called in sick to work and slept a lot, was extremely depressed and also somewhat ill. There’s 16 hours I’d like back. Did manage to fix a couple of things and break one thing for work before I really couldn’t any more.

But hey, I don’t have real feelings. It’s just serotonin! I’m a patient, remember?

Thanks to zeb for sending me http://www.thetimmys.com/sa/paremix/paremix.htm which lifted my mood tremendously. It’ll do the same for you, trust me, trust me.

I’m thinking Lido Diner for dinner tonight. That should improve things.

One of the 19-year-old idle rich kids who hangs out on the patio announced last night that:

”I am a sexual connoisseur.”

Thank you, that is all.

P.S. I bet you have to get a Bugs Bunny style smoking jacket for that role.

P.P.S. When queried as to the legitimacy of his declaration, he responded that “you have to see me in action to understand.”

Mormon art.

Yep.

http://www.latimes.com/news/local/pilot/news/la-dpt-mcdonalds04apr04,1,3666872.story?coll=la-tcn-pilot-news
Fast-food myth buster
Chazz Weaver says greasy fare isn’t to blame, and that he can prove exercise is the solution to the nation’s weight woes.

Deirdre Newman
Daily Pilot

April 4, 2004

Ridiculous.

That’s what Chazz Weaver has to say about people who blame fast food restaurants for making them fat.

Instead of sitting on his couch and shaking his head over what he considers the audacity of these so-called fast food “victims,” Weaver is setting out to prove them wrong.

The Costa Mesa resident is eating at McDonald’s for every meal every day for 30 days. And after the month is over, he will have less body fat than when he started, he says.

Impossible, skeptics might say.

I saw someone who looked a lot like you go trotting out of the Napa Valley tonight with one of the regulars, Julie. Was that you, or a meeeeraaaage?