Author: substitute

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Hi Dr. Nick!

My pal trinnit is in Boston to have his brain operated on. Again. This magical journey apparently started with Amtrak being 2 hours late getting him from Lake Effect, NY to Boston (joy).

He’s got the best possible doc at the best possible hospital, but brain surgery isn’t ever any fun. Light a candle for Pete. Man, NF2 is a bastard of a disease.

The coffee was no good either

Listening to this song reminds me that Sandy Denny is who Natalie Merchant wants to be when she grows up. But by Natalie’s age, Sandy was already dead. Sorry, Nat. Anyway, Nat, you’re going to hell for fucking up “Because the Night”. But that’s not what we’re here for today. We’re here about Sunday nights.

Sunday nights are traditionally a depression peak for me. Back in the 80s for a while I lived at the UCLA Co-Op, which was a decaying pile of shit full of poor students. My room mate was an Iranian communist revolutionary and a very unpleasant guy. I kept a nocturnal schedule and couldn’t find a job. Most nights I would take the hour walk down to Dolores Restaurant on Santa Monica Blvd and talk to the waiter and read a mystery until dawn, then walk back. I nearly committed suicide that summer.

Ever since then the dullness, absence of media and general quiet of Sunday nights have been a depression trigger for me; I easily slip back into the summer of 1986, which believe me is not where I need to be. It’s the Dark Night of the Soul, the Naked Lunch, the Dreaded Veal Cutlet. Maybe not that last one.

With no car, no money, and as the CHP says about stranded motorists “no friends no family no fun”, it was pretty wretched. As bad as things can be now, it’s no 1986.

You killed donut!

I had a nice time visiting the house of jonpants and meeting fairietard and others. Good conversation, nice people. I’ve been meaning to write some stuff about the Valley on Content Goes Here and it was interesting to cruise down Sherman Way afterwards and reacquaint myself with the valley vibe.

Also, I didn’t bring anything because I am lazy, and they still fed me! And the_hippy_chick made some good enchiladas. Thanks, all.

Today is a big glum gray boring sludgy mess. Poking it with a stick now. Yep, just sludgy. I think I’ll go to D’s and at least people-watch now.

List of unrelated observations and beans

  • Mozilla Firebird is a pretty good browser. Fast and doesn’t blow up.
  • Cannelini beans cooked with fennel rule.
  • Steve Lopez‘ column on our local bonehead racist legislator is great.
  • My new pressure cooker is amazing! I am now a pressure cooker commercial. Especially since the beans listed above.
  • I can’t recommend 20 years of loneliness, sexual inhibition, and missed opportunities as a lifestyle for anyone else, but it’s worked for me! *
  • As a child I believed that avocadoes were a root vegetable.
  • I am going to go listen to “Sad Eyes from Van Nuys” by Ferdinand very very loud now.

*And by “worked for me” I mean stunted my life and left me approaching middle age in a state of existential despair.