Today my dose of LOLLBUTRIN went from 150 mg to 300 mg.

As a result I felt like shit and slept most of the day, called in sick to work.

In the evening I staggered out of the house down to D’s and tried to let my brain recover. I had coffee and a microquiche. Later, Long Tall Trucker Phil showed up and gave me pizza, which was kind.

bruisedhips showed up and handed me a plastic sphere. When you move the plastic sphere, the ghostly, terrifying voice of her soon-to-be-ex-mother-in-law calls out “Where aaaare you.. come heere.. want a treat? want a treat?” It sounds like the ghost bride in the Haunted Mansion ride.

Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. — John Prine

I’m dyspeptic and irritable. Points:

1. There hasn’t been an actual conversation in a while. People are all talking at once interrupting each other, louder and louder and louder. Sometimes we’re louder than the bar at the Napa. It isn’t fun. It’s like sand in the buttcrack.
2. The next person in any area of my life who presents me with a no-win situation or a stupid game is getting fucking hit so hard, your teeth will stick outa the back of your head.
3. Irony is a dead scene.
4. If I said what I thought even half the time I’d have no friends in a week. I’m starting to wonder if that might be a good thing for everyone.
   

Courtesy do_not_lick:

A computer-generated image issued May 19, 2004 shows the cartoon double of Britain’s Bishop of London, the Reverend Richard Chartres(L), witnessing the blessing of a member of the congregation by the minister(R) at the May 11, 2004 launch of the online Church of Fools. The world’s first internet church has fallen victim to a plague of virtual demons, some of whom have been logging on as Satan and unleashing strings of expletives during sermons. (shipoffools.com/Reuters)

What the..

Detroit Bar + additional alcohol + late model BMW 3 series + fixed object = deth

Reminded me of the dogs outside cafés in Italy and France when I was a kid. Quiet, friendly but reserved, and somehow aristocratic in their pensiveness.

Let me preface this by saying that I am a guy and therefore I do like pretty girls and I sexualize all of you and stare at you and want you just as much as anyone! I am not pure.

However.

Lindsay Lohan, current movie star girl, is 17. Pics of her are all over the place on magazines and in the internet looking cute as heck. She has breasts. There are pictures of the breasts. And there is a lot of discussion in the mainstream media about whether these breasts are fake, or real, or what.

Ahem.

Why is it okay for our mass media outlets to go on and on and on about whether a minor child has had her sex organs enhanced?

It’s gross and icky and creechy. As eyeteeth said, it’s great that we’re busy obsessing about a minor’s sex organs instead of seeing the war dead on TV or asking the President an uncomfortable question.

Where politics mix
With bingo and tits
In a strictly money and numbers game
–Billy Bragg

Injury Bob is on view over at diedrich.

I bought two tickets to the show at the Wiltern.

Who wants to go?

I just had a medicinal quantity of vodka, and I’m listening to John Coltrane.

It’s almost as good as having a life that’s going well.