
DADS ‘N’ GRADS!!
Dear the Marketing-Industrial Complex:
I was dismissed from UCLA for poor academic performance in 1986 during a severe and nearly fatal depression.
My father died suddenly in 1993.
Fuck you,
Nobody came to my hamster’s funeral. I’m not angry, I’m just confused.
I went to the Detroit Bar tonight for the Interfaith Shelter benefit klikitak had organized. The DJ was good, the music wasn’t, and I met some nice people including a couple of her coworkers from the shelter.
I was one of maybe 10 people there who did not have rock ‘n’ roll hair. As usual, the musicians did not have rock ‘n’ roll hair either. Hipsters, etc., you know the drill.
I bought a ginger ale and tipped the bartender heavily.
There was a young woman there who was asking people about benefits, how to put one on, etc. This was because she too wished to put on a show like this. I believe her exacts words were “This is going to sound fucking dumb but I want to put on a benefit for my cat.”
Setting the cat itself aside for a moment (there you go, kitty! good kitty), there are two things that come immediately to mind.
- A benefit is something that is done for a community cause. Examples of community causes include: a charity; a political issue or candidate; a much-beloved individual in terrible distress; an institution of some kind in need of help. It’s bizarre that someone would not understand the social distinction between “benefit for Cat Rescue” and “benefit for my cat.”
- This isn’t a benefit for a cat; it’s a benefit for the cat owner. She needs money to pay for the cat’s treatment. She could sell her car. She could take two jobs. She could live on only rice and beans and one lime a week. There are lots of things she can do. She is currently out for the night at a bar drinking. This is not a social welfare situation. This is a “cat shower.” Why can’t she see that?
Bonus points!
- She just got a degree in P.R.
- She and her girlfriends have already raised $500 with a bikini car wash.
- She was dressed all Flashdance.
Okay, I had to get that off my chest because I am a bitter asswipe. I do feel bad for the cat, though.
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There’s an interesting dialogue going on in my LJ post about the locally notorious woman-falls-out-of-limo-and-dies story from last year. Someone’s claiming to be the boyfriend, and another claiming to be the sister, and there’s smack talk.
I have no idea if the guy is who he says he is, but he sure has an asshole’s email address!
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My insomnia, your cute video

Because I couldn’t sleep and was mucking around with video stuff, I recompressed the intensely cute but 44 megabyte video of salome_st_john‘s cat eating corn on the cob to a sprightly 4.6 meg of Quicktimey Quteness.
Corn Kitty (4.6M Quicktime, H.264)
And a good morning to you all. I’m going to find my bed.
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Possible explanations for current phenomena.
FLAG DAY
In distress. Not under power, not under control, not under command.
Break break break mayday, mayday, mayday.
Pan pan, pan pan, pan pan. United States Coast Guard Long Beach has received report of a vessel in distress…


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You know what you really don’t want if you live in an impoverished sub-saharan African country? Well, obviously you don’t want flies laying eggs in your eyes or dysentery. One other think you don’t want is asshole famous rich people deciding to have a child there becauses it would be special.
Go find yourself at the Beverly Hills Hotel and let Namibia alone. Or just write a check. Jerks.