Wednesday, December 31, 2003

Yay! Twilight Zone marathon! Rod Serling is so fucking hot. everything I want in a man, well if he weren't dead. Plus his ties rule.
Yet know, my master, God omnipotent,
Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf
Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike
Your children yet unborn and unbegot,
That lift your vassal hands against my head
And threat the glory of my precious crown.
Tell Bolingbroke--for yond methinks he stands--
That every stride he makes upon my land
Is dangerous treason: he is come to open
The purple testament of bleeding war;
But ere the crown he looks for live in peace,
Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons
Shall ill become the flower of England's face,
Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace
To scarlet indignation and bedew
Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood.

-Richard III, act III, scene iii
"if you called your dad you could stop it all"
CNN is warming me to accents I used to be rather uncomfortable with in intimate situations. Having (Asian) Indian doctors has always made me very uncomfortable, but now I think it was due to the welfare doctor situation rather than a lack of communication.

Sunday, December 28, 2003

Speaking of stupid, a coworker and I just ordered 24 bottles of Brain Wash. She got a 12 pack of blue and I got 6 blue, 6 red. $58 total, including shipping. Ouch!
In May2002, our government "captured" a US citizen named Jose Padilla on US soil and tried to hold him as an "enemy combatant"! Jebus, what the hell happened to habeas corpus and all those other wonderful goodies that the constitution is supposed to tell the government not to fuck with? Of course recent news has it that the courts have told the Feds to slurp shit and die, but the guy they "captured" is still rotting in a military base somewhere until the Feds decide they're tired of him and let the civilian courts do what they’re supposed to. Of course the guy they “captured” is accused of conspiring to build a dirty bomb (and, I suppose, detonate it somewhere) and he could be tried in civilian courts for anything up to treason and other really bad things so he isn’t going anywhere soon.
"Doc, I can't stop singing 'The green, green grass of home.'"
"That sounds like Tom Jones syndrome."
"Is it common?"
"It's not unusual."
Flipping through my posts, I noticed that I was completely gone from thursday 12/18 till tuesday 12/23. I don't remember being that lost.

Saturday, December 27, 2003

Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of the killing of Brandon Teena, the transsexual that later became the subject of the film Boys Don’t Cry. Here I thought my Christmas was rough in ’93.
An episode of the Twilight Zone just came on. It has Dennis Hopper playing a neo-nazi. He's hotter than Brando in Streetcar in this.
I think I need to start shaving my face more often so I can be on the prowl again.
My cold is fading. I worked a whole day today, managed the entire "grind". Found out that I was rather lost last weekend, people keep telling me I was doing things I can't remember.

Thursday, December 25, 2003

Got at Criterion of Wild Strawberries, bottle of Crown Royal, and a 12 of Newcastle! Friends rule.
Pleasantville is on. I saw this in the theater, it made me cry.
Friend is coming to pick me up for holiday food and other shit. They'll have plenty of beer and other booze so I won't mind it much. I'm still sick and kinda weepy, so it's still gonna be tough. I'll try to make it to another party after, but I don't know how well I'll hold up. I'm glad I have places to go, but a part of me just wants to stay home and cry.
I burned my left hand with hot water. Hausmate had gone to drop off his girlfriend at her place and was coming back to get me so we could go to the klub (I think he passed out there, it's been over 90 mins now.) Having this nasty cold I wanted to take a hot bath but I'd already put on a lot of layers of clothing so I opted to wash my face and arms instead. The hot water knob on the sink in my bathroom (I have the master bedroom) is rather odd, it hits maximum through-put at its half-way mark, but the temperature keeps going up as normal. This makes it somewhat difficult to tell if the knob is at 1/4 open or 3/4 open. Oh well.

Thursday, December 18, 2003

Mr. Malvo was found guilty of crimes committed when he was 17. I have very conflicted feelings about this case. He's just a fucking kid! If he is to face the responsibilities of an adult, then he should face them all. Driver's license, voting, buying beer, the lot. We should get either all of it or none of it.
Ebay again. It's been a while since I got anything from there, so I suppose it's not bad. I spent $7 (including shipping) for some 9.5"x12" prints of Munch's the Scream, Puberty, Ashes, Madonna, the Dance of Life, and Snow Falling in the Lane. It's some Taschen poster book. The seller didn't post pictures, but I'm familiar enough with Taschen books that I'm not worried. I just wanted a poster-sized print of Puberty but this was the best I could find (yes, I went to the poster sites, they only had the Scream and Vampire.) Tomorrow, I'm going to try to get a 23"x18" print of a photo of Leon Trotsky. Hot!
My haus-mate's cat is seven kinds of psycho.

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

I bought some christmas presents today. Of course I am not religious and despise the taint of christianity, but this provides a good excuse to provide a material expression of my love for those closest to me. I got a few DVDs from Amazon for those friends that live far away from me and some books from Barnes & Noble for some friends that live near me. The capitalist flavor sticks in my mouth like thick peanut butter, but I hoped I picked each gift well enough to respect the relationship I have with each person. It's not a piece of art I made for each person, but rather a piece of art I found for them. Second best, I know, but I hope each gift will be received with the love that it is given.
The news of the 100 year anniversary of flight is big today. Not like there's so much more to talk about today.

Monday, December 15, 2003

Design Flaw in Arkansas Quarters:

The United States Treasury has announced they are recalling the new "Arkansas" quarters.

"We are recalling all of the new Arkansas quarters that were recently issued," Treasury Undersecretary Russell Shackelford said in a press conference Monday.

"This comes in the wake of numerous reports to this agency that the quarters will not work in parking meters, toll booths, vending machines, pay phones, or other coin-operated devices. We believe the problem lies in a design flaw," said Skackelford.

The winning design for the Arkansas quarter was submitted by Arkansas University student, William Mattox.

"Apparently, the duct tape holding the two dimes and nickel together keeps jamming the coin-operated devices."
Grammar quip. "The capture of Saddam Hussein" vs. "Saddam Hussein's capture." All through this conflict the news has been avoiding possessives when it comes to Hussein and Iraq.
Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory is on TNT but I'm watching the Critic instead. I hate it when films are shown pan and scan instead of letterbox. I hate them being chopped up for commercials even more. I'll watch some inane cartoon instead.
When I got home last night, CNN was reporting that Saddam Hussein had been caught. This raised a few questions in my mind. Where should he be tried? I think the Hague but that's not gonna happen, no death penalty there. Is this going to lessen the attacks on troops in Iraq? Probably not, I don't think Hussein was in charge of those anyway. Is this a good/important thing? The constant news coverage seems to suggest as much, but I don't care about one man, only promoting stability and freedom (as contradictory as those two notions are) in the region. Why is CNN covering this story in such detail, off the cuff? Up-to-the-minute news is misleading at best and outright lies at worst. Just do a quick blurb with what is known and go about your normal schedule. Dumping so much speculation and imagination on the population is worse than double speak.
Logan's Run is on cable right now. I didn't see this until about two years ago when Spuds picked it up. I've grown to really like it. It's not as good as Soylent Green or Blade Runner but it's still quite watchable.

Sunday, December 14, 2003

Do you think I'm incorrigible? One of my friends keeps telling me so.

1. Incapable of being corrected or reformed: an incorrigible criminal.
2. Firmly rooted; ineradicable: incorrigible faults.
3. Difficult or impossible to control or manage: an incorrigible, spoiled child.
Someone once quipped: "Everyone talks about the weather but no one ever does anything about it." It's supposed to rain most of this week. Las Vegas is so dry that these brief respites brighten my otherwise pallid demeanor. I grow homesick for January in Santa Cruz, where it rains almost every day for an entire month. I didn’t feel soaked or miserable or cold; I felt a part of nature and the world. Here I feel more like a toy train, riding on top of an artificial track at the whim of some social misfit.

Now, in the "no war but the class war" department - News Center: Hussein's Capture Seen Boosting U.S. Stock Market

Dow Jones Newswires
NEW YORK -- The long-awaited capture of fallen Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein is expected to fuel a rise in U.S. stock prices early Monday, market experts said Sunday.

"As the war goes on, obviously there's going to be good news and bad news. In this case it's good news. And the response will be, in my judgment, up," said Hugh Johnson, chief investment officer at First Albany in Albany, N.Y. "You should have a fairly strong opening tomorrow."


How naïve are these people? When news is good, they buy more stock? Good news makes them spend more time at the feeding trough? How does the capture of one man suddenly make stocks more valuable than they were twelve hours earlier?

Saturday, December 13, 2003

Last moment plans blow. I asked someone to go to the Christmas Nightmare show tonight, but she couldn't make it. Hausmate and his g/f have free tickets if they want them but they didn't know it so they made other plans. Oh well, I'm still going.
So last night, I got about 3 cases of beer. I loaded it all in the fridge and hoped it would be nice and cool when I got home tonight. Of course the fridge decides to be evil and is now emitting a high pitched squeal instead of cooling my beer. Must not like Guinness.

Friday, December 12, 2003

The episode of MASH where Henry gets sent home is on. This one always makes me cry.
I forgot to mention what we watched last night. Frida is a really good film. Julie Taymor is a wonderful director. The women in this film have such tight bodies, all firm and tiny. The symbolism tends to be somewhat obvious but overall I really like it.
Back to work after two days off. Wednesday, I managed to do some laundry for the first time in a few months. I wash my socks and underwear as needed but I have enough shirts and pants to last more than six months. The sheets can get stinky, however. Good thing I have a few sets of those. I managed to get 6 loads washed (pants, shirts, and socks) before running out of fabric softener sheets. I’d meant to get more but I was lazy. Laundry takes a lot of effort. I might grab some tonight but who knows. A friend called me after that ungodly mess and we managed to make it to Sanctuary, our weekly Goth night. The new venue is doing better. At Icon we could have 8-10 people nights. Here we hit at least 30 all the time. I’ve been bringing DVDs for the DJs to play. I brought Taxi Driver and some other lovely pieces I have. I’ve only got about 50 DVDs but it’s a rather odd collection. Odd enough for the DJs at a Goth club to play them every week. I called it an early night and went home with my hausmate and his girlfriend. We had the X-box plugged into the television so we could watch some films. Not a bad arrangement. On Thursday, I tried to put away most of my clothes and do some cleaning. I didn’t feel like going anywhere until hausmate and his g/f decided to go to the Crown and Anchor. I wonder what they think of us there. It’s on the jock side of things, plus British food is just fucking nasty, but at least they have garden burgers. The three of us settled on those and got fries instead of the nasty baked beans that normally come with them. Three or four beers later we headed home to watch another film. Overall a typical weekend for me. I’m off again tomorrow for a show so it’s going to be a short work week!

Thursday, December 11, 2003

Put Streetcar Named Desire on when we came back from the club. Bad idea.

Monday, December 08, 2003

Hausmate came out from his room, took a shower, put on work clothes. He grabbed a Skullsplitter and downed it in a gulp. Then he laid down on the couch and fell asleep. I wouldn't normally think this strange, but he opened the sliding glass door and didn't even get a blanket.

Friday, December 05, 2003

What the fuck is this about putting Ronald Ray-gun on the dime? Hasn't history taught us that he was really a pig fucker? Give me a break and let the old man die alone and forgotten.
Yahoo! News - Woman Gets 10 Years for McDonald's Mayo Spat: "HOUSTON (Reuters) - A Texas woman was sentenced to 10 years in jail for running over the manager of a McDonald's with her car because she wanted mayonnaise on her cheeseburger. "

Only in America. How fucking fat and stupid have we become? Fucking veal waiting to be eaten.

Wednesday, December 03, 2003

arg fuck hell! "pictures of you" being used in a commercial. fuck the world.
Cable's finally on. I even got a tv working in the bedroom. Watching MASH now.
Fell asleep on the couch at about 2 am. Hausmate got home at about 6am and we went to the Crown and Anchor. Had about three beers and a garden burger, then came home and crashed. Of course I had to wake up early for the cable tech to show. He was supposed to be here between 1 and 3 but showed up at noon while I was still asleep. Goody. I got ahold of him anyway and he's supposed to come back out. It's almost two now and I just want to crawl back into bed.
I have a few words about Blade Runner. Questions, really. Fuck the "is Deckard a replicant" discussion. Why is Deckard so rough with Rachael? Even if the two are replicants, why be so abusive? Does Pris mean to kill J.F. from the start? After Roy shows up, she wraps herself around J.F., arms and legs, spider-like. Why does Roy only break two of Deckard's fingers? One for each of the female replicants. What about Leon? Did Roy only care about the women or was he only listing the most important thoughts so as to give Deckard a fighting chance? Why is Gaff always so near? Even if Deckard is a replicant, if they trusted him on this job, shouldn't they let him do it?

Tuesday, December 02, 2003

The comment counter isn't working. I'll try to figure it out, but in the meantime deal with it.

Insert bad joke here.