current time: 0344 PDT
current place: the office
OH FUCK ME why do I have a job where I stay up all night? I really, really hate being tired. Especially when I’m just here waiting for other stuff to happen. It’s like being stuck in a horrible airport terminal for 16 hours, counting ceiling tiles, and occasionally having to run around tapping on keyboards.
I get paid pretty well and it’s a DAMN GOOD THING.
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You are a geek. Good for you! Considering the endless complexity of the universe, as well as whatever discipline you happen to be most interested in, you’ll never be bored as long as you have a good book store, a net connection, and thousands of dollars worth of expensive equipment. Assuming you’re a technical geek, you’ll be able to afford it, too. If you’re not a technical geek, you’re geek enough to mate with a technical geek and thereby get the needed dough. Dating tip: Don’t date a geek of the same persuasion as you. You’ll constantly try to out-geek the other. |
Courtesy (if that’s the best word!) of brevity we have this article, which seems to indicate that our cheesy government and our cheesy TV hosts are converging in the true synergy of the early millennium: Govertainment.
If anyone needs me I’ll be screaming in my attic.
The Los Angeles County Health Department rates eating establishments on a letter grade system. Most of them get A’s, there are occasional B’s. Today, driving to work, I passed the FILIPINAS EXCHANGE MARKET which had received a C. I’m not sure I’d ever seen a C before. Even accounting for the fact that many Filipino specialty foods seem designed to terrify anglo health inspectors (balut, diniguan, etc) this appears extreme. What the hell do you have to do in order to get a C? Store your potato salad at 75 degrees Fahrenheit? Overhead salmonella sprayers? Ceviche de vacas locas? It’s terrifying.
Today’s Vehicle Spotting was an old beat up sentra driven by an aging gangsta, bumpersticker: NE1469? I don’t think so, P-Dogg.
How’s everyone enjoying the depression er recession er SLOWER RECOVERY THAN ANTICIPATED??
However, here is some utterly brilliant tasteless brilliant tasteless stuff.
I’m crying with laughter here. Many of the archives stories are by Tristan Farnon of jerkcity and Leisuretown fame.
Since turnip got her digital camera, mine has died, indicating that she is an evil witch.
This meant that I was not able to take a picture of the truck I saw on the freeway today which was owned by “McAnally Enterprises” of Yucaipa, CA.
HURF, BURF
1) Sixtyish man, scruffy gray hair, ray-ban sunglasses, driving van. Bumper sticker: FUNK AS PUCK.
2) Thirtysomething woman with spiky hair and thick glasses, driving beat-up old pickup truck. Two bumperstickers: THIS CHICK HAULS ASS and MISKATONIC UNIVERSITY: GO PODS!
3) Old Ford Falcon or similar vehicle driven by wacky woman with dyed red hair and huge glasses, indeterminate age. License plate close to KRZY KAT. Tie hanging out of trunk.
Thanks to welfy for this hilarious summation of the indie rock lifestyle. It’s billed as emo for dummies but basically describes me and all my over-intellectual music fan/musician friends since about 1985.
I’m off to put on a sweater and have an opinion about post-drone dubcore! Hee, hee.
So what the hey is this “Emo” stuff, anyway? I’m an old music hound and I’ve been through quite a few trends, but this one has me hornswoggled.
