Saturday, August 30, 2003

I think someone should tell the Russians to stop using submarines. They just lost one near the Barents Sea. It was tragic enough when they lost the Kursk. This one at least (it's reported at least) only had a skeleton crew of about 10, but still *any* loss of life is a tragic event. The fact that these men were in an artifact of a long-passed time that has lost all usefulness is just pathetic.

Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Okay, so instead of moving back in with dad, I might move in with a friend here in Vegas. I'm not sure how I feel about this; more later.

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Rock over London! Rock on Chicago!

Rest in peace, Wesley Willis. Of all the music I've heard in my life you're is perhaps the most unique and heart felt. When I saw you last summer, you gave me a headbutt after signing the record I bought. You looked so happy behind the small booth, just selling your art and hugging anyone that would let you. We loved you as much as you loved us. When you got on stage, you seemed to change. I don't know if the voices you heard were telling you something then, but your sadness touched me. I couldn't stay for the whole show, I'm sorry. Perhaps I became too empathetic, I could feel the sadness you broadcast. Some people say that we were exploiting you, but I disagree. We, as an audience, exploit any artist that has an emotion to give. We were there to hear what you have to say and to see what the legend of Wesley Willis was really about. I hope your time in the hospice was pleasant enough and that you had as much love around you there as you did in concert. Sleep with the angels.

Monday, August 25, 2003

My alma mater, UCSC, made the Princeton Review's top 20 "Birkenstock-Wearing, Tree-Hugging, Clove-Smoking Vegetarians" colleges list. Well, I'm two out of the four at least. Good thing I only got narrative evaluations and not grades while I was there.

Dia de Los Muertos / Day of the Dead Recipes

This is a wonderful thing! I remember a few years ago (four or five) I went with a friend from Bakersfield to Los Angeles (via Greyhound) for a wonderful concert (Frontline Assembly, Spahn Ranch, KDC, and Switchblade Symphony) and to hang out on Olvera Street for Dia de Los Muertos. They had all these wonderful sugar skulls and paper dioramas. I got a shirt with a picture of Zapata rather cheaply. I wanted a poster, but they only had 8x10's. Do yourself a favor and make some pan de muerto this November 1st.

Saturday, August 23, 2003

I heart the E.L.F.

Two Suspects Sought in Calif. SUV Arson
Sat Aug 23, 5:21 AM ET

By PAUL CHAVEZ, Associated Press Writer

WEST COVINA, Calif. - Two young men shown in a surveillance videotape released by the FBI (news - web sites) are the prime suspects in a $2.5 million vandalism and arson spree that targeted sports utility vehicles parked at car dealerships and on city streets, officials said.

Slogans such as "Fat, Lazy Americans" and "I (heart) pollution" were painted on vehicles during the early Friday attacks concentrated in Los Angeles' eastern suburbs in the San Gabriel Valley.


So the Earth Liberation Front (ELF, get it?) likes to burninate SUV dealerships. Don't try this at home, kids. I'm not sure if one should say "take the trust fund and get a position of power to change the world" like one commentator on Fark or "eat the rich". Either way.

Sunday, August 17, 2003


I'm beginning to think I was a loan shark in a previous life and I'm paying for it now.

me gusta los chicos pequeños

Well not really. I just like saying that.

Prison toilets

Ebay is fucking nuts. Today I found someone selling a stainless steel prison toilet. I really want one. Not as much as I want the morgue table, but close.

Friday, August 15, 2003

Buy me this.

Welcome to Oriental Trading Company

Fuck the east coast.

I wanted to say this yesterday but my cable modem went down. So I was up at 16:00 to watch Cops as I usually do on my days off. I launched Trillian and tried to join my favorite IRC channel (#subgenius of FEFnet) but I couldn't get in. The network was in netsplit mode and you couldn't join most channels. So we setup a temporary channel and I found out that most of the north east was without power and FEFnet is mostly in and around NYC. Joy. And to top it off Fox aired news instead of Cops. At least LAPD was on another station. There’s something about constant news coverage that bothers me. Unprepared and usually incorrect information being spewed out by spin doctors. Not to mention the hellish inter-titles ("Blackout 2003! The largest in history! We were there!”) I swear it’s like President Bush (Sr.) taking credit for the fall of the Berlin Wall. Fuck it all.
The MDI Air Car - the world´s cleanest car.

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

How to make effective picket signs

Sherman Austin has a posse

Well, sortof. It seems Zack De La Rocha is heading up a benefit show for Mr. Austin. It also seems that he wasn't just convicted for posting bomb making instructions, but for advocating violent revolution. Sometimes I'm a tool for the Left.

Ho hum.

Another day off. I woke up at like one or something and didn't feel like staying in bed so I got up and did a tiny bit of cleaning. Well, I took a few things out of the fridge and started a load of dishes. I went to start boiling some water to cook some noodles when I noticed the element on the stove isn't working. Add that to the list of shit I have to take care of. I need to have the garbage disposal looked at as well. All I have to do is stop in the office and tell them about it and it'll be done in a few days, but I sleep during the day and I don't want some putz in here when I'm passed out. Plus I'd have to actually clean some. At least take out all the beer bottles. Too much energy required. I think I'll just drink my soda and read Fark.

Sunday, August 10, 2003

Man Gets 1 Year for How-To on Explosives

The Sherman Oaks resident, now 20, posted instructions for making Molotov cocktails and other devices on an anarchist Web site.

By David Rosenzweig
Times Staff Writer

August 5 2003

A 20-year-old Sherman Oaks man was sentenced to one year in federal prison Monday for offering recipes on how to make Molotov cocktails and other explosive devices on an anarchist Web site he operated.

The complete article can be viewed here.

This really fucking pisses me off. “Land of the free” my skinny white ass. I’m not a criminal and I don’t have any grand plans to bomb anything but I like to know how such things work. I’ve read up on Ricin manufacture, Molotov cocktails, synthesizing drugs, and whatever else I could find. I’ve read military handbooks, poorly constructed web sites, and even very detailed Usenet postings. If I wanted to bomb something, I certainly would not be so stupid as to advertise the fact that I know how to make bombs on a web site. I’d want to be able to get away with it. Sherman Austin, the guy who got arrested, is (was) the webmaster for, a nice source for anarchist information. It's stuff like this that makes people go postal, not the availability of information.

Saturday, August 09, 2003

Here's mud in your eye

I went to Blogspot to see if was available. Of course it's not. What is there is just a shell, a forgotten project with just a single post, dated Saturday, October 12, 2002. It is a poem in Portuguese. I was somewhat intrigued by this so I tossed it into Babelfish for a translation and then into Google for a citation. It turns out that it's called "O Fantasma" and was written by Álvares de Azevedo.

Sou o sonho de tua esperança,
tua febre que nunca descansa,
O delírio que te há de matar!...

I am the dream of your hope,
your fever that never rests,
the delirium that has you to kill...

(Translation by Babelfish)
Heh, an IRC channel and two naked people on webcams. It's gonna be a good night.

Thursday, August 07, 2003

Anorexic, alcoholic artfag ISO fat chick for sodomy and gag reflex experiments. Must bring own Smiths and Cure CDs.
The broadcast TV schedule in this market bugs me. Cops and LAPD are BOTH on at 4pm, there's nothing on at 5, then the Simpsons at 6. Move LAPD or Cops ahead a freaking hour already!
Old pic #1
So since I lack the cash to buy beer until midnite I made some coffee. I'm kinda hoping I drink enough to be restless and clean and not so much that I just lay there shaking with bad cramps.

In other news, there's a proposed amendment to allow people that have been US citizens for 20 years to be president. Of course at the moment (per the original text of the constitution) you have to been born here to be president. This amendment is being introduced by Orrin Hatch. It would mean that Ah-nold could run for president. Geh.
Love advice from a friend:

"Some other lessons I've learned in life:

Don't ever date anyone who drinks harder than me.

Don't ever date anyone who runs slackware.

Don't ever date someone who cries just before, during, or after sex.

Don't ever date someone who tries to convert you.

Don't marry someone just to escape a bad situation (Thanks for this
one, mom and dad!)

You'd think these things were all common sense but we stupid humans
have learned the hard way over the years. What the Hell. I'm smarter
Geh. So I finally got a power supply to troubleshoot my new pc equipment. The new motherboard didn't boot so I put the old one back it and it came on. At least I'm not on that 200MHz machine for a while.

Wednesday, August 06, 2003

Damn, I go so interested in the PBS show on the Spartans that I forgot that MASH was on.
So one of the major Xtian cults has elected an openly gay bishop. Maybe this is one more nail in the already buried coffin of our prudish nonsense. I hope we get at least government recognized gay marriage or, even better, abolition of all this religious nonsense.
So I just got a Friendster account. It’s a cool idea, it makes circles of friends much easier to see. With just a few friends added, my circle went to 60,000 or so.

I got my first testimonial from a friend; it made me laugh.

“jim is simultaneously the most obnoxious and the most loveable person i know. he can drink a man three times his size under the table and still go home and round it off with a few shots of whiskey before bed. he's freakishly strong for his size. and stunningly good in bed. even if you're not into sodomy”

That’s about right, I think. At 115 lbs. I can drink a 12 pack on an empty stomach and still be down for some blitz chess. I can move everything I own by myself. Well, the couch would be difficult to get down the stairs; I’d probably need to cut my nails. Good in bed? Well, I’ve had some practice. Most of the women I’ve been with have had problems getting off so I take my time to make sure my partner feels as good as I do. I don’t like to just stick it in and get off, but I’m learning that some women can get off in a few minutes just like guys. Oh yeah, sodomy. Let's not forget sodomy.
So the US is sending our sons and daughters to fight in Africa, Liberia to be precise. On a news broadcast earlier, I heard that we are only sending about 20 of our uniformed soldiers there, the rest will be mercenaries. The newscaster didn’t say “mercenary”, she said “contractor”. When did this strange piece of spin happen? Call a spade a spade for Dobbs’ sake.

Tuesday, August 05, 2003

I just viewed my blog to check what the last post looked like and the counter said #808.
"I wish I was oceansize"
Spuds' brother brought us a present once, a branch of Sage. I didn't know what to make of it until he explained that it banished evil spirits. Spuds left it for me when she moved out. I'm not religious, or even spiritual, but when I burn it I don't have as many bad dreams.

Sunday, August 03, 2003

For some reason I woke up at noon. I closed my eyes and didn’t get out of bed (just out of spite, I think) until 2:10. I was hoping I’d miss the bus, but no such luck. Sitting at the bus stop, this corn-fed, blonde, mid-western woman with bad veins on her too-pale legs is babbling on her mobile phone. I try not to overhear but some sentences leak through. Things that are totally inappropriate say under any circumstance in my opinion, much less leave as a message from a mobile phone sitting at a bus stop on Spencer and Flamingo in central Las Vegas. “We were together in a past life” and “I have a daughter that wants to be born” are two lines that I remember clearly. The rest was crazy hippie shit. She called a second time after running out of time on the first message. After she finished with the call, she struck up a conversation with me by commenting on my nail polish (I’m wearing Revlon #360, “KhakiZING”, an odd polish that changes from purple to green depending on which angle the light is bouncing off it.) She asked me if I’d been clubbing the night before. She explained that she’d lived in Manhattan, had an apartment in the Village, and had been around such things for a very long time. She told me a story about someone she knew dating someone in Jesus and Mary Chain, she went to a show. She felt out of place since her hair was blonde (she said “no roots”, I thought “do the cuffs match the collar?”) and not total white or black. Of course I think it’s odd that this woman that just moments before was spouting psychobabble into her phone and wearing light tan shorts over varicose veins would know of this band (they’re relatively unknown, even to the Smiths/Cure/Depeche Mode set) so I listen a little more. She spoke of seeing Dave Gahan backstage at one of their (Depeche Mode’s) concerts so strung out on heroin he could barely move yet throwing a fit over the fact that there was meat on the buffet table. She claims to have said “Oh sure if the heroin doesn’t kill you I don’t think the lamb will!” I’m not exactly sure what she was doing in that situation, I got the impression she did some kind of legal work but why the hell would she be taking the bus in Las Vegas? She was right about Depeche being vegetarians (as well as Howard Jones) so if she was hallucinating she’s at least done some research.

Insert bad joke here.