The politician’s son and his disreputable friends haven’t read enough great literature from 100 years ago to know what this kind of hubris brings.

My high school classmate Tom Payne, whom I haven’t seen in forever, does art. Oils, pen and ink. He worked at various video game companies in the 90s, also.

He’s really good, I think.

Eyeball Press

Flat broke? yup.

Checking account? $141.70 with pending bounces

My fault? entirely. poor planning and mistakes.

Saved? Yes. By a surprise bonus from my employer for our latest burst of frenetic activity.

Amount? What was needed to save my butt, almost exactly.

1. Dave Matthews Band Poo Tornado 2004
2. Val Kilmer Bad Casting Hestonmania Forever

Thank you, and good night. I am now going to drive to Los Angeles in heavy traffic.

given an efficient and reliable engineering process, marketers will demand features until the process becomes unworkable and key people leave in disgust. these people will be replaced with cheaper employees who will not understand anything. at this point a stable state ensues in which marketers are unsatisfied with progress and engineers are sleepless. the end

Go away, or we shall taunt you some more. Bork bork bork.

via waxy.org

1. Today, Tamara and I were sitting at D’s and two annoying people were there and Annoying Woman said to Annoying Man “Hey! Come to my car! There’s something I’ve been meaning to give you for 2 and a half years!” And I murmured “blowjob” and she murmured “herpes” but they didn’t hear us. The end.
2. I made chicken + eggplant + sweet pepper stirfry with spicy peanut sauce and poppy seeds tonight and it was damned good.
3. Overheard on the patio, for the millionth time: “If you did that, let me tell you, you’d make a lot of money. You just have to have the right idea at the right time.”
4. She’ll be someone else’s baby, and I’ll be underground / The next time round.
5. When I was a kid my mother would sometimes put tuna on toast and pour Campbell’s Golden Mushroom Soup over it. I am nostalgic for this. I am not nostalgic for the spaghetti I was served by the Newport-Mesa Unified School District’s cafeterias, which had some really nasty sweet red sauce on it.
6. Full fathom five my OS X CD lies, apparently.

something tells you that you’ve got to get away from it

Russian roulette tragedy

24aug04

A GREEK soldier standing guard outside an Olympic venue north of Athens was shot dead by a colleague during a game of Russian roulette early today, police said.

The soldier, Antonis Syros, 25, received a gun shot to his head from Christos Chloros, 20, a cadet policeman.

Police said in a written statement that Syros and Chloros had been “jokingly” aiming at each other with their guns when Chloros’ revolver went off.

According to a police source, the two men had been playing Russian roulette.

The incident occurred at 4.10am outside a camp in the forest of Mount Parnitha, where mountain bike athletes and officials are staying.

Another cadet policeman, Costas Tobras, and a soldier due to relieve Syros as guard were also present. The two cadet policemen were arrested and will be brought before a prosecutor.

The four security officers are part of a $2 billion security grid to protect athletes and officials from extremist attacks. More than 100,000 security forces are involved in the operation.

An excellent article about the President, psychiatry, and alcoholism was written by Laura Kramarsky and is available here.

This evening realitylost took me out to dinner. She’s really nice to me. It was at Billy’s which is entirely inhabited by 50something or older red-faced supertanned people in hawaiian shirts. People-watching there is like thumbing through a Ralph Steadman book. Their fish and chips is good.

Insert here a blank period at D’s.

Went to Detroit Bar to see Richard Swift, who is damned good. I don’t understand why he isn’t already all over the radio. Very nice smart smooth stuff, good songs. I was seriously impressed. Someone make this guy a rockstar. explosivo you there? 😉

I met rebel_swede there for about ten minutes. The DJ played “I Just Stopped By To See What Condition My Condition Is In” which is my favoritest bad psychedelic song. Then I congratulated her on it later but it was the wrong DJ. I think she hates me now.

the_idiot_heart and I stood near the entrance for quite some time watching the show, Quadrophenia on the bar TV, and the crowd simultaneously. I swear hipsters are like Lego kits, they’re interchangeable. Hey I put the frazzly hair on top of the camo jacket but I used the mod skinny pants and pointed shoes this time and it worked! Now I’m going to make one with the dyed red hair and the Far Side Lady glasses, the sparkly top, and the miniskirt and use those combat boots I had left over from the Punk Girl set! That rules!

At one point a cop came in looking for someone and departed in disgust. I don’t think he liked mix and matching this Lego set.

After the_idiot_heart left I spent some time enjoying the music and gazing longingly at various beautiful, beautiful, beautiful women. Then I came home. On the way back I hit every green light on 19th street, perfectly timed, and didn’t stop until I got to the 4-way at Fullerton across the Boulevard. This was, in fact, the most satisfying moment of my day.