Sunday, September 28, 2003

Why is it weird that I don't like pepper? People get so confused when I say that.
So I put up a profile in the Fark personals. When I did an advanced search, I got two results, both are women I know. One is a 6'3" firebreather with tats and scarification work that I know from a bar and the other is a coworker.

Saturday, September 27, 2003

I fucking hate restaurants

After I stopped be quite so sick last night, I went to the Crown and Anchor. I really just wanted to get out of the house and I wasn’t feeling up to the Double Down. I think I made a poor choice. I got there before midnight, so it was still an older, dinner crowd. The kids don’t start piling in until after one. Some sport was being played on the television. Something that involves a ball somewhat shaped like an American football. I wasn’t paying too close attention. These old British men kept screaming “Game Over!” and other hoots and howls that put me very on edge. I fucking hate sports. I fucking hate brain dead idiots that scream over sports. I ordered a Guinness before I remembered that I need to stop drinking it (it’s brewed with fish guts) but I drank it anyway. I got a garden burger to eat. The burger came with some baked beans. That made absolutely no sense. I’m sure they were vegetarian (even though I’ve only seen the stuff with pork in it) but I didn’t touch them. They look like baby diarrhea. Next time I think I’ll just make some ramen at home and call it a night.

Friday, September 26, 2003

Being sick sucks ass.
So wednesday I went to the movies with two friends. The three of us piled into their japanese two door POS and headed off to the Palms. I hate being in cars, I get cranky and motion sick. I made it all the way (about 6 miles or so) without getting too out of whack so all was good. As we got out of the car, I remembered when I first moved to Las Vegas. We stayed on Arville which is right behind where the Palms now stands. It wasn't there at the time. There was just a large field and the incessant noise of construction. We moved from there a few months later and I haven't spent much time near there since. We entered the casino and passed the food court to the theater. The size of these places is so amazing. It's like having 100 malls tied together within a few miles. Several of the casinos have malls, in fact. We started with Anything Else. Woody Allen's new film. It was a little difficult to sit through in some parts, but overall I'd recommend it if you like Woody Allen. If you can't sit through any of his other films you should pass on this one. There were only a few other people in the theater, all of them far older than us. The screen was kinda small and shaky. It made me kinda sick. I kinda wanted to leave at that point, but my friends still wanted to stay. We went to Once Upon a Time in Mexico next. It was okay, worth my $8 at least. I thought all of Johnny Depp's scenes should not have made it past the cutting room. He was just hamming it up and really took away from the story. We went to the club after that and I started to feel better after a few beers.

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

McCarran Act
The ACLU sometimes confuses me. They brought lawsuits to delay elections based on the fact that some areas still had older voting machines and that would disenfranchise poorer constituents. The full 9th circuit of appeals just told them to piss off after a smaller portion of the judges granted the motion. I’ve almost always used an absentee ballot so I don’t really get it. The first time I voted I had one of the punch card ballots, but that was in San Bernardino county (one of the poorer areas of California) so I don’t know how other places do it. Maybe I should keep my nose out of it until I make law school.
Riding the bus on my way to work, this black guy with a cross, a freemason's symbol, and a small Star Trek model asked me "what's a blow-jer?" in reference to the Blogger shirt I was wearing. I wonder where people learn to read.
Oh dear, the Bangles have a new album out.

Saturday, September 20, 2003

Starbucks is the Great Satan.

I’m about to drink a triple grande latte on an empty stomach. Wish me luck. Oh yes, and although I'm not advocating direct action against Starbucks, it's pretty funny when it happens.
Senator Feinstein Urges Department of Justice to Aggressively Enforce Bombmaking Statute:

"Washington, DC - U.S. Senator Dianne Feinstein (D-Calif.) has called upon the Department of Justice to aggressively enforce a law that makes it illegal to distribute bombmaking information with the knowledge or intent that the information will be used to commit a violent federal crime. "

Feinstein is a fascist pig.

Friday, September 19, 2003

Yahoo! News - Handel Masterpiece Gets 'Explicit' Label: "Handel Masterpiece Gets 'Explicit' Label
Fri Sep 19,12:48 PM ET

By MATTHEW FORDAHL, AP Technology Writer
SAN JOSE, Calif. - George Frideric Handel has at least one thing in common with Eminem (news - web sites) and other modern artists: his music was slapped with an 'explicit' warning at Apple Computer Inc.'s online iTunes Music Store. "


This is some seriously fucked up shit. What's next? A diaper on David?
I called someone petty bourgeois because she gardens.

Thursday, September 18, 2003

The presidency

Retired Gen. Wesley K. Clark announced a bid for the Democratic nomination. A friend commented that the 13 families of the Illuminati saw Dean's rise in popularity and called in Clark to put an end to it. Heh, the ugly head of ZOG. Still, we haven't had a general in that office for a while, it would be interesting. Plus Clark is probably the only Democrat that's risen so high in the military.

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

"Here was a new generation, shouting the old cries, learning the old creeds, through a revery of long days and nights; destined finally to go out into that dirty gray turmoil to follow love and pride; a new generation dedicated more than the last to the fear of poverty and the worship of success; grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken...."

-F. Scott Fitzgerald
Today is the anniversary of a bomb attack on Wall Street. A horse drawn carriage stopped in front of the JP Morgan building during lunchtime and exploded. Over 30 were killed and hundreds were injured. The authorities blamed foreign anarchists for the action but no one was arrested. Imagine calling them anarchists today. Paint their faces with Italian features. Make them working class, living in ghettos. Now imagine someone committing this act today and paint their faces in your mind.

I was sad

and I was too lazy to get beer so I drank the last of my whiskey. I worked up the energy to go get beer and Guinness was on sale! Now I'm not quite as sad.

Monday, September 15, 2003

"Hey, Jack Kerouac

I think of your mother."

For some reason a memory of going with my girlfriend to see Natalie Merchant in concert in Berkeley a few years ago popped into my mind. Even though I'm at work my eyes are welling up slightly.

The Beer ABC's

So here's the plan: 26 varieties of beer, 6 people, and one night. Start with the Amstel Light and end with the Zywiec. Last man standing wins a liver transplant. Here's my proposed list. You got any better ideas?

Imperial stout
Old Rasputan
Red stripe
Stella artois
Dos Equis
OBJECTIVE: Creation Education: Creation Science Fair 2001

Sunday, September 14, 2003

South Waziristan

It's really scary how much I don’t know about geography. I know, it’s that cliché about the only reason Americans go to war is to learn geography. I knew where Pakistan is before the current conflict, I even knew something about it having some tribal areas. South Waziristan? I mean jebus h on a used condom, why would anyone be expected to know the name of that place?

Saturday, September 13, 2003

Ramen recipes


The AP is reporting an arrest in the Hummer arson in West Covina. Not that I advocate this sort of direct action, bit there's something undeniably cool about spray painting "I pollution" on a Hummer.

random quote of the day:

From a chat session with a friend.

A------: I was looking in the Wall Street Journal that someone in my building doesn't pick up so I get to read it, looking through the "Distinctive Properties." And there was an island off Bermuda for sale. And I thought of you instantly. Then I said, no.. no.. it would have to be in International Waters so he could traffic in stolen data and narcotics more easily.

Friday, September 12, 2003

Wow, what a long weekend. Tuesday night I left work early so I could get to bed in time to go apartment hunting on Wednesday. I managed to wake up a little after one so we had time to look around. I was cranky, sore, and tired so I’m sure I wasn’t the best companion that afternoon. After we stopped looking we went to this cool bar called the Freaking Frog. They were playing the Mummy when we walked in. What an awful film. Every shot looked like it was lifted from an Indiana Jones film. Their beer selection is quite nice. About 100 varieties of beer plus wine, mead and some snacks. One of my companions had a portobello mushroom melt while the other had a veggie wrap (sort-of a salad wrapped in a tortilla.) After the Mummy ended, they put on Léon. Much better. The woman in our group became somewhat agitated when I said how beautiful Natalie Portman is in that film. My companion said something about being too motherly to see anything but a child in Natalie’s 12 year old face. I was just joking anyway, I don’t think I’d tag a 12 year old. As I was up at the bar ordering a Stella Artois, I overheard two men talking about Tourette’s. Of course I dated a woman that had this odd condition so it sparked a conversation. I told them the story of the bizarre love triangle that I became involved with back in Bakersfield. They were quite amazed and impressed. I noticed a chess board that resembled mine off to the side of the bar. One of the two guys asked if I play. It turns out that he’s rated 1900 or so. Very good. We played a few 10 minute games but I had to stop because my companions were getting restless. We made the walk home to get ready for the club that night. We managed to find a ride to the club which saved us some time and shoe leather. I wore some military surplus so I was very green. As I was dancing, this woman in peach pants with large plastic earrings started dancing near me, kind of like she wanted to dance with me. My friends were dying of laughter. Of all the people in this club that she might get play from I’m rather low on the list. Later, she sat down next to me and started chatting. She asked me if I had studied sword fighting with two swords. I suppose she meant Kendo. Onlookers were trying not to cry from laughing so hard. I left there and went to the Double Down. I wasn’t there too long. I got home at about 3 and called a coworker that mentioned that she’d like to hang out. So she came over and we drank until 8 or so. I woke up at about 16:30 Thursday and remembered that I was going to see R.E.M. I threw on some clothes, ate some ramen, and we hit the road. I didn’t feel like getting the expensive tickets so we plunked down for the $20 seats. It was a good thing we were there so early, we got great seats. Kind of far back, but dead center. Wilco opened up. I tried to give them a chance but they were just boring. We went outside. Some guy had a small crystal ball and was talking crazy to us. He asked me if I wanted a reading. At first I thought he was selling Tarot readings like the fucking hippies do. Instead, he produced a worn paperback quotation dictionary and handed it to me. He wanted me to pick a random page and start reading. What a freak. Michael came out in a military uniform and went into World Leader Pretend and Finest Worksong. I was hoping for a more politically charged show but this was fine. The oldest song they did was Cuyahoga. I’d hoped for So. Central Rain or something else. I requested Pale Blue Eyes on their web site, but I got no love there. Oh well. Nightswimming was a bitch to get through. We cried like little babies. We went to the Double Down after and drank ourselves silly.
Johnny Cash is dead, the REM show was great, and I'm so hungover that I can barely see. Yeah.

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Tuesday, September 09, 2003

How is it that someone cool like Warren Zevon dies but Paul McCartney is still around?

Sunday, September 07, 2003

Saturday, September 06, 2003

Random quote of the day:

It's like a donkey show, if you go in a group you're curious, if you go alone you're looking for donkey dong.

Oh yeah, tech support horror stories.

"He's getting an error that says his account it locked."

"Do you see that little checkbox next to 'lock account'? Try unchecking that and clicking 'Save'."

This might be a bit much.

Simon and Garfunkel are setting up a new tour, consumer spending accounts for 75% of the American economy, my C.D.C. pants have a rip in them, and for some unknown reason I have an erection at work. The world is very quickly coming to an end and we’re all gonna fly off. As soon as gas hits European prices American hegemony will end. As soon as the WTO crumbles, genetically modified foods will cease to exist. You’re whining that your big car costs too much to fill up as you drive away from church back to your garage, pool, and barbecue pit. I don’t get it. I’m halfway through a 2 liter of Pepsi and most of the way through a Halloween sized bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter cups when I realize I have to take a piss. I think the caffeine is doing weird things to my body. My kidneys might be swollen, it’s sore under my arms. Saturday night? You don’t say. I have to work, thank you very much. It’s 8:30 and people are getting ready to go out. The real fun doesn’t start until much later, of course, this is Las Vegas after all, not Tokelau, some tiny island near New Zealand. Um, yeah.
Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able?
Then he is not omnipotent.
Is he able, but not willing?
Then he is malevolent.
Is he both able and willing?
Then whence cometh evil?
Is he neither able nor willing?
Then why call him God?

Monday, September 01, 2003

Food run.

So I’m concerned about my diet. I think maybe part of the reason I’m always tired and moody might be a food problem. Maybe not enough food overall or maybe just not enough of the right kinds of food. I like to be able to make burritos, sandwiches, salads, potatoes (baked or fried with onions), spaghetti, falafel, couscous, lentil soup, and rice (plain, with beans, or with veggies.) What am I missing? I should probably cut out the dairy and get more organic stuff, but organic is tough in Las Vegas. Well, I added up my shopping list on Albertson’s site (they deliver in Vegas!) and here’s a sample:

canned black beans
sour cream
spaghetti or angel hair pasta
canned refried beans (vegetarian)
canned corn
canned peas
salad dressing (ranch or vinaigrette, depending on my mood)
spaghetti sauce
dill pickles
pepper jack cheese
flour tortillas
veggie burgers
Morningstar veggie corn dogs
Morningstar veggie buffalo wings
Flinstone’s chewable vitamins
Manischewitz soup mix (Hearty bean or lentil)

I don't know, maybe it was all the government cheese I had as a child.

Insert bad joke here.