Tuesday, August 08, 2006

kids on the beat! kids on the street! beat kids!


i've had one of those days where everything is a little bit fucked up. i've been tired and not hungry and probably really cranky, which i don't know because i don't think i spoke much to anyone today. i somehow wasted an entire day at work doing i don't even know what, and then had to stay until after 7:00 just to finish the loose ends that i had neglected all day. i even took work home - i wrote a letter for my boss about a new initiative that i had about two sentences worth of information for and somehow stretched it into four really good paragraphs. never doubt the power of bullshitty language and its ability to say nothing in hundreds of words. i wrote this while eating a really subpar dinner (a quarter of a green pepper, a quarter of an onion, a sunny-side up egg and two pieces of bread) in the hopes of cleaning out my mostly-empty-anyway fridge.

the worst was the fact that pretty much every dish and piece of silverware i own was dirty, as my sink was clogged something ferocious. it was repulsive - i'd run water in the left basin and dirty foody water would come up the drain of the right basin. i bought drano at walgreens today and somewhere between getting off of the el and throwing the plastic bag on my couch, the bottle started leaking, which of course i didn't notice and of course got on my couch. if that shit is capable of eating through the years of rotted food and like mice carcasses or whatever is stuck deep in the pipes of my kitchen sink, i'm pretty sure it wouldn't be a hard task to dissolve my couch cushions. the drano did seem to work, but i have so many dishes i just did half and will tackle the rest tomorrow morning. i had decided that if the drano hadn't worked i was just going to have to do my dishes in my shower. i think i would be the world's most entertaining mom. not the best, but the most entertaining.

anyway, i suppose my day wasn't all that bad. if you want to read about a string of stessful events , check out fellow blogger sarah's sector-9. she lives in jerusalem and has friends coming home from the war with shrapnel all up in their business, beyond the everyday concerns of being blown off of the face of the earth. plus her car was just stolen. i have no right to complain about procrastinating at work and having a drano-dissolved couch.

this is the most interesting thing i read all day - an article about the girls gone wild founder and doucheguzzler joe francis. really, you couldn't invent a worse story about the guy. i love journalists - even thought about becoming one, but decided that it's too much trouble to actually have to prove what you're talking about, which makes blogging a fantastic hobby - and this reporter paid her dues for having to hang out with him. check out his wikipedia page, too - it pretty much concentrates on the alleged fact that he is a rapist with serious anger issues. dude sounds like a straight-up psycho.

i didn't really like the neverending story when i was younger - it seemed both boring and creepy. i do like this neverending party clip from robot chicken. my favorite part is when falcor does the catepillar. thanks to tb for the link.

as promised, here is a nice short clip from wonder showzen - a sweet song thanking slaves. look at its youtube page for thousands of other clips. what i love about wonder showzen is that it opens with the warning below and lives up to its promises.


WARNING: WONDER SHOWZEN CONTAINS OFFENSIVE, DESPICIBLE CONTENT THAT
IS TOO CONTROVERSIAL AND TOO AWESOME FOR ACTUAL CHILDREN. THE STARK,
UGLY, PROFOUND TRUTHS THAT WONDER SHOWZEN EXPOSES MAY BE SOUL-CRUSHING TO THE WEAK OF SPIRIT. IF YOU ALLOW A CHILD TO WATCH THIS SHOW, YOU ARE A BAD PARENT OR GUARDIAN.

well, loves, i'm off to nantucket for a week to visit em and her family, eat mussels and drink wine, loll about the beach, swim the atlantic, ride bicycles to lighthouses, play croquet, and basically pretend that i am a wasp, which i am not (and neither is em). if i don't die when the cessna i have to take from boston doesn't crash. as long as tedward or one of his relatives isn't the pilot, i ought to be just fine.

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