Bring on the Eschaton. O HAPPY DEATH, THAT RELEASES US FROM SUFFERING.

http://www.upcomingmovies.com/countrybears.html

1) Disney is making a film of the Country Bears Jamboree “ride/show” at disneyland.

2) It stars Christopher Walken.

That is all.

Ok, latest thing that fucking PISSES ME OFF is pretend email. You know, the websites or applications that keep telling you that you have “messages” and they aren’t “messages” that you want or need, or even messages from a human or a regular mailing list. They’re imitation email. Amazon does this. So does RealOne. I figure some coked-out marketing whore decided that “Uhh..uhh.. people read email. So let’s make our crap look like email.”

It’s about as fucking sophisticated as those SPECIAL EXPRESS SERVICE NO I’M NOT FEDEX BUT I PRETEND junk mail envelopes that arrive and always contain offers for exciting flatware or used marital aids or something crappy like that.

I don’t know why, but this kind of condescending, brain-dead trickery just makes me angry as hell. Especially when I reflect that the rotting fetal pigs that come up with this stuff make about three times what I do.

Harrumph! Harrumph harrrumph harrrrrumph!

I had one of those days where I thought I was doing the Wrong Thing all day. It’s probably just chemical, but this can be hard to dismiss.

I didn’t feel productive at work, like I was a drag on everyone. Got there later than I wanted, felt out of touch, felt like people were annoyed at me.

I got frustrated in traffic and found myself angrier than I wanted to be, also, although I didn’t get all road-rage and do anything lame.

And then social situations got complex in the evening and I ended up feeling that I’d betrayed confidences and annoyed people and been undiplomatic.

shutdown now -r perhaps I’ll be a better person or at least have more normal serotonin in the morning.

FEH!

Disturbing personalized plate seen on the way to work:

ANTFLAN

No, no second helping please. I just couldn’t..

landsend.com has this thing called “virtual model” wherein you put in your height and weight and nose shape and a bunch of other body metrics and it then generates an unearthly, bizarre image of yourself which you can dress up in their clothing.

I am the golem of Newport Beach.

Families, when a child is born
Want it to be intelligent.
I, through intelligence,
Having wrecked my whole life,
Only hope the baby will prove
Ignorant and stupid.
Then he will crown a tranquil life
By becoming a Cabinet Minister.

Su Tung-p’o (Tr. Waley)

Thanks to , , and I now own..

the fearful device

I’m revelling in my youth with Spinner’s “Alt 80s” channel, which plays all the crap I played on college radio circa 1985. This is both bad and good. I like a lot of the music still, but music has a way of transporting us directly to the time and place it was most heard, and the express train back to Major Depression can be a bit trying.

It’s like looking at a car crash. “Ow! Hmm, I wonder if the next one will hurt?” Really good selection of music from that time, though.

The garden is an amazing explosion of roses and orchids right now. It’s good to live in Paradise.

Check it out my homies! I am so going to jail! I RULE!!