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DEAR BOINGBOING

THE GIGANTIC GLOBAL DISASTER THAT HAS KILLED SIX FIGURES OF PEOPLE AND IS CONTINUING TO KILL AND IS THE WORST THING IN RECENT MEMORY IS NOT MOSTLY ABOUT BLOGGING. IT’S NICE THAT PEOPLE ARE USING WEB SITES TO HELP OUT BUT SHUT UP ALREADY ABOUT THE “BLOGOSPHERE’S RESPONSE” OR “HOW BLOGGERS ARE MAKING AN IMPACT” OR WHATEVER. IF YOU DON’T HAVE A HELICOPTER, A WATER TREATMENT PLANT, OR A MOBILE HOSPITAL YOU’RE NOT IMPORTANT.

HUGS,

THE REST OF THE INTERNET

PS JUST GIVE LOTS OF MONEY TO OXFAM OR DOCTORS WITHOUT BONERS OR SOMETHING. IT’S NOT ABOUT YOU.

the torque curve is nearly flat from 2000 to 6000 rpm

I was feeling all lonesome and sad and fated and of course self-indulgent and about to post some typically livejournal thing about how life is a waste and no one loves me, etc. Then I had some Trader Joe’s high fiber cereal with milk. And now life is okay.

This is a reminder that 1) shut up and 2) it’s 99% chemical.

I would also like to point out that my cat, upon having all of this explained to her, said “Hrrrrmp.”

Should auld acquaintance be forgot? Please! Yes!

I read today that the inability to smell certain things, including lemons and leather, is a premonition of Alzheimer’s. Now every time I have a stuffed up nose I’m going to think my brain is about to rot out. Thanks, Science Guys!

If I keep rowing I might get to the island.

Make every “generic ramen”

I am soon to be very, very, very broke. Payroll at work goes to every 2 weeks with 1 week in arrears next year, so first paycheck will be for 40 hours and not 80. Deductible for health insurance starts over; first visit to doctor out of pocket, as well as first renewal of prescription. Assholes at ex ISP decided to take back their offer to write off their billing errors that fucked me, and instead are charging me a goodbye balloon payment of > $500. Debt is at an all time high due to huge car repairs. Savings is gone.

I make good money, so in theory I ought to be able to recover from this in a few months. In practice, I should have already but there’s been a four figure surprise a few too many times.

I hate money.

The standing waves of an underground sea

Nostalgia is acutely painful to me. I am not sure why. When I think about people I miss, or places I’ve been and not likely to return, it hurts quite a bit. Why I would want to see the woman i was in love with in 1986, or a place I lived in for a short time, or an object I lost 15 years ago, is beyond me. Why does my brain do this?

I seem to be developing a shoe fetish. I never was interested in clothes at all before, but now I always want a new pair of shoes. Could I be turning female?

I can remember very clearly the record that made me realize that I was going to be an underground music fan for life; I picked up a copy of Pere Ubu’s “30 Seconds Over Tokyo” in high school because Andrea ‘Enthal played it on the radio on KPFK and it blew my mind.

Short paragraphs like this feed the beast. It’s MTV forever now; people have short attention spans and eat up life in tiny bits like peanut butter cups. No more Proust; it’s all Douglas Coupland now. Or me; I’m cheaper!

I have successfully simplified the martini to: gin from the freezer + olive.

I need love; I need a woman. But with sufficient amounts of macaroni & cheese I can survive without connubial bliss.

30 seconds and a one-way ride
30 seconds and no place to hide
30 seconds over tokyo
30 seconds over tokyo
30 seconds over tokyo