irc moment

<brev> how old are you again, zeb?
<zebulon_y> 27
<ignatz> he’s 63. we served together in Korea
<zebulon_y> dangit! secret’s out!
<ignatz> been blood brothers ever since that day at Chosin when the commies came over the wire
* ignatz clutches a bayonet and stares out into the night
<zebulon_y> Emptied three goddamn clips and the red tide kept coming and then goddamnit I took one in the leg and WHO WAS THERE??! WHO WAS FUCKING THERE?? MY MAN IGNATZ, THAT’S FUCKING WHO!
<ignatz> GODDAM!!
<ignatz> swig
<zebulon_y> swig
<zebulon_y> you realize that no conscious part of me wrote the above

totalle eklapso mundial

I’m not sure fucked company is funny any more. The amount of corporate fraud and crashing in the last week is making me feel very 1929. I need a big hug.

In better news, I had pizza for dinner, and the cat doesn’t hate me even though I fed her late. I called the cops on the kids across the street (mean old mr. substitute) because they were firing off bottle rockets and I didn’t want my ‘hood to look the way the I-15 looked today. Things are a bit too hot ‘n’ dry for that shit.

Would anyone like to join an 80s one-hit wonder?