even though it’s hosted by “dutchfurs.com” this made me cackle

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Sing along with Prussian Blue.

From now on I’m getting all my news from the Purple Monkey Dishwasher: purpmonkdish

• ”Friend” who contacts me every three months for tech support.
• Woman who uses me as a stopgap guy to hang out with between boyfriends (please note: this position has been eliminated and there will be no further hiring.)
• Person whose only contact with me is to sing his or her own praises and then ask for favors.
• Unasked-for spiritual advisor.
• Multilevel marketer.

I cooked the big ceremonial meal and it was a hell of a lot of work. Came out well but I’m exhausted. The baby zucchini were particularly good, as was the cornbread dressing.

I couldn’t say Grace.

Hope you’re well.

News updates from all over.

vegemitelover reports that the most notorious bathhouse in Portland, OR now has a sign outside advertising “Free WIFI!”. He mentioned it twice, actually. The boy ain’t right.

Wi-Fi is now available, according to a sign, in both local branches of Der Wienerschnitzel. Corndogs + TCP = PROFIT!

Beer. Bait. Wifi.

The library has an exhibit of children’s art about their heroes. nickjb captured one young artist’s heroic ideal:

HIGH VOLTAGE!

http://www.latterdaylampoon.com/foyer/tattoo/

what

We have an illegal paramilitary prison, in which we treat people of questionable status poorly. We do this in order to defend ourselves from terrorists, and excuse violations of the letter and spirit of our law in the name of defense in an unconventional war.

And then we let THIS GUY go?

The future is the Keystone Kops beating the shit out of the wrong guy, forever.

I put on a decent show in public but I’m so angry and frustrated and depressed that it paralyzes me half the time. I’m nauseated by my own failure. How I ended up as a dilettante coffee-house barfly is beyond me. I’ll probably never know why I’m a complete sexual failure, or why I can’t hold practical things together. The lasting pleasures of adult life are beyond my reach.

What the hell happened to the 18-year-old kid who was going to take on the world and do great things? What the hell was he thinking, for that matter?

Regret and missed opportunity and failure, failure, failure get stronger every day. I hate being this person and I hate everyone who’s had the things I never got.

And now the long coasting ride down the hill to the end.

I’ve become a loathsome pathetic stereotype and I can’t get out of it.