I found the web site of one of the most interesting people I hung out with in high school. We sort of discovered punk rock together, and he went from being a physics major to a conceptual artist before I lost touch with him. Now he’s a great expert on toys, especially food oriented toys. I hear he’s been on the Food Network a few times.
http://theimaginaryworld.com/page4.html The toys pages are amazing.
What a down day. Called in sick to work and slept a lot, was extremely depressed and also somewhat ill. There’s 16 hours I’d like back. Did manage to fix a couple of things and break one thing for work before I really couldn’t any more.
But hey, I don’t have real feelings. It’s just serotonin! I’m a patient, remember?
Thanks to zeb for sending me http://www.thetimmys.com/sa/paremix/paremix.htm which lifted my mood tremendously. It’ll do the same for you, trust me, trust me.
I’m thinking Lido Diner for dinner tonight. That should improve things.
One of the 19-year-old idle rich kids who hangs out on the patio announced last night that:
”I am a sexual connoisseur.”
Thank you, that is all.
P.S. I bet you have to get a Bugs Bunny style smoking jacket for that role.
P.P.S. When queried as to the legitimacy of his declaration, he responded that “you have to see me in action to understand.”
Yep.
http://www.latimes.com/news/local/pilot/news/la-dpt-mcdonalds04apr04,1,3666872.story?coll=la-tcn-pilot-news
Fast-food myth buster
Chazz Weaver says greasy fare isn’t to blame, and that he can prove exercise is the solution to the nation’s weight woes.
Deirdre Newman
Daily Pilot
April 4, 2004
Ridiculous.
That’s what Chazz Weaver has to say about people who blame fast food restaurants for making them fat.
Instead of sitting on his couch and shaking his head over what he considers the audacity of these so-called fast food “victims,” Weaver is setting out to prove them wrong.
The Costa Mesa resident is eating at McDonald’s for every meal every day for 30 days. And after the month is over, he will have less body fat than when he started, he says.
I saw someone who looked a lot like you go trotting out of the Napa Valley tonight with one of the regulars, Julie. Was that you, or a meeeeraaaage?
“..the love theme from go fuck yourself…
“GORILLA SPICE?”
“I killed people 8 at a time.”
“We had to build a reformatory to supply prostitutes.”
“It was a nudist trailer park but not on purpose.”
Bennett’s Smut ‘n’ Eggs, Madison, WI. Breakfast all day and hardcore porn on four TV’s.
Description from local paper:
Wanna know Madison’s best-kept breakfast secret? One that lacks dressing but is drizzled with sex appeal? Try Bennett’s Smut N Eggs (416 S. Park St.). I had long been curious about just what happens inside of here, so I dragged two companions there one Sunday for plates of greasy food (hint: try Eggs Bennett-Dick – eggs, ham and smut sauce on a muffin for $6.25). Beverages (milk, juice, soda or coffee) are just a buck each. Our waiter wore a plastic hat shaped like an, ahem, anatomy that only men have and donned a white T-shirt displaying cows in various positions. Four televisions – all airing hard porn – hung above the bar and entertained a line of gruff, sloppily dressed men slouched on bar stools. Pink Floyd was blaring over the loudspeakers at about the time a pack of preppie college boys strolled in, proof that it’s a place for anyone.
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