Thursday, January 29, 2004

Wednesday, January 28, 2004

There's a program about the US Boarder Patrol on this History Channel right now. They were talking about their role in preventing smuggling during Prohabition at first, but now the focus has shifted to preventing human traffic across the boarder. This pisses me off to no end. People should be allowed to come and go as they please, boarders are just arbitrary lines in space.
Just finished watching Pee-wee's Big Adventure with a friend. I thought after last nite I'd pass out right away but I managed to make it through. It's been a while since I've watched this film and it surprised me. It's very meta-cinematic and egotistical, but in all the funny ways. Paul Reubens quotes his role in Cheech & Chong's Next Movie and makes such subtle innuendoes that the PG rating is almost unnecessary. Good stuff.

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

Tired. Went to the Crown and Anchor last nite and stayed up a little too late. You think that I'd learn by now. At least I had a ride to work so I had time for a cup of coffee.

Sunday, January 25, 2004

A coworker just offered to sell me a 32" TV on the cheap. I'm accumulating way too much friggin' gear. First it was a kitchen table, then a couch. This can't be healthy.
For some reason my blog comes up when you do a Google search for "wesley clark freemason".
"she told me that her dad was loaded"

Saturday, January 24, 2004

In the "beating a dead horse" category, Lee Boyd Malvo and John Muhammed are expected to be tried in Northern Virginia after their current sentences are made final. It's sad that the idea our founding fathers had about double jeopardy has basically been shot to hell. I know, these two committed many crimes across a large area, but it seems to me that one trial is enough. Mr. Muhammed will be put to death by the state and Mr. Malvo will never again breathe the air of freedom. There is no need to further clog the courts.
I just finished the last bowl of the chili I made. The onion was cut too large, I don't have a sharp knife. I didn't let the beans soak long enough, they're still somewhat crunchy. The spice pack didn't quite soak into the ingredients; I should have let it simmer longer. Perhaps I'll make it better next time. I'm still silly happy that there were people around that grubbed it.

Friday, January 23, 2004

Today is 1/23/4.
I made some chili. Used some beans (black, pinto and kidney,) corn, tomato, an onion, and one of the spice packs from the store. It was a ghetto effort, but when I put the leftovers in the fridge there was just a bowl left! I thought that it would have lasted days, but my roommate and his girlfriend managed to finish off quite a bit. I kinda like this housewife feeling.

Wednesday, January 21, 2004

I should have learned not to stay up all morning drinking with the kids. My head hurts.

Tuesday, January 20, 2004

Switched my schedule back to a half hour lunch, I really hated having to be there 9 hours a day.
Oh, by the way, I am kinda into Nazis. Just the look, tho'. Racists suck ass.

Monday, January 19, 2004

Someone got me some copies of these 1970s war magazines (Air Aces and True War) at some thrift shop! It's all these cool pictures of WWII. I wonder if I look like I'm into Nazis or something; this isn't the first time someone's given me things like that.

Sunday, January 18, 2004

SRL cancelled their Las Vegas show! I'm so pissed, I already took the day off.
Oh shit. I still want to die for missing Siousxie at Coachella last year; there is no way I'm gonna miss the show this year. Check out this lineup:

confirmed list:
The Pixies
Electric Six
LCD Soundsystem
Sahara Hotnights
The (International) Noise Conspiracy

The Cure
The Thrills
Prefuse 73
T. Raumschmiere

Unknown Day:
Basement Jaxx
The Crystal Method
Death Cab for Cutie
Flaming Lips
Moving Units
The Sleepy Jackson

Post-Hypnotized Peter

What Office Space character are you?
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Saturday, January 17, 2004

Hmm. The American Dialect Society has released it's words of the year. My fave "cuddle puddle - Pile of Ecstasy users on the floor."
Rock and Roll High School is on Bravo. It's odd to see such a cult flick on in an art forum. I like it.

Friday, January 16, 2004

Was Jesus silent in the court of Pilate? Matthew tells us he stood quiet.

Matthew 27:13-14
"Then Pilate asked him, "Don't you hear the testimony they are bringing against you?" 1But Jesus made no reply, not even to a single charge--to the great amazement of the governor."

John tells us that Jesus had a lot to say.

John 18:33-37, 19:11
33Pilate then went back inside the palace, summoned Jesus and asked him, "Are you the king of the Jews?"
34"Is that your own idea," Jesus asked, "or did others talk to you about me?"
35"Am I a Jew?" Pilate replied. "It was your people and your chief priests who handed you over to me. What is it you have done?"
36Jesus said, "My kingdom is not of this world. If it were, my servants would fight to prevent my arrest by the Jews. But now my kingdom is from another place."
37"You are a king, then!" said Pilate.
Jesus answered, "You are right in saying I am a king. In fact, for this reason I was born, and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone on the side of truth listens to me."
11Jesus answered, "You would have no power over me if it were not given to you from above. Therefore the one who handed me over to you is guilty of a greater sin."

I would have been a little pissed off and have a lot to say, but I don't know which version makes for a better story.

Genesis 3

4 "You will not surely die," the serpent said to the woman. 5 "For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil." 6 When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it. 7 Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.
Starbucks just opened a cafe in Paris. I'm really surprised the French let them.
"These Are the Days" just came on the player. Memory of my mother slams me on the head. She said to me that my college years would mean everything. The rest of my life rests on this brief moment.
Do I pass in any of those pics? I didn't shave well or put on much make up; I didn't try hard. Just tell me tho'.

Wednesday, January 14, 2004

"Soap alone won't wash away your shame"
I'd forgotten what a bitch spit-shining boots can be. When I was 18 and had too much time on my hands, I did it a lot. I remember once, back then, when I was laying down on a bed to sell plasma ($40 a pop, I didn't work,) some ex-military type was on the bed next to me. He saw my boots and said, "Damn, that's a lot of polish on those boots." It made me happy at the time.
I have mixed feelings about grocery shopping. I just plunked down about $100 on grub. Yeah, I got a lot of good, somewhat healthy food, but it's just a fucking pain to drag that shit home.

Tuesday, January 13, 2004

Willie in the cauldron fell; Willie saw some dynamite,
See the grief on mother's brow; Couldn't understand it quite;
Mother loved her darling well -- Curiosity never pays:
Willie's quite hard-boiled by now. It rained Willie seven days.

Little Willie with a shout, William in a nice new sash,
Gouged the baby's eyeballs out; Fell in the fire and burned to an ash.
Stamped on them to make them pop. Now, although the room grows chilly,
Mother cried, "Now, William, stop!" I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy.

William with a thirst for gore, Little Willie mean as hell,
Nailed the baby to the door. Threw his sister in the well!
Mother said, with humor quaint: Said his mother when drawing water,
"Careful, Will, don't mar the paint." 'sure is hard to raise a daughter.'

-- Harry Graham, "Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes", 1899
Um, in other news, rock "star" and useless windbag gun nut Ted Nugent required 40 stitches after a chainsaw accident. Heh. Live by the sword, I suppose.

Sunday, January 11, 2004

Why isn't Smiles of a Summer Night available on DVD in the States? I mean Bergman is one of the most important directors of all time and this is a really great film.
Dammit, looking at LACMA's site, there's a Jasper Johns exhibit at the end of January. Grr.
I'm really missing California. I did a Google image search for George de la Tour's Magdalen with the Smoking Flame and Jean-Jacques Feuchère's Satan, my favorite two pieces in LACMA's permanent collection. Magdalen is such an interesting figure, moreso than Satan I think.
Patti Smith is playing; I have a sharp image of me speaking with my sister. She moves the speaker closer to her ear to hear the lyrics, unable to hear them clearly (as punk does.) She comments that my experience outstrips her life in the ghetto; by finding Art I have made Life. I retort, by finding Life she has made Art. Then I come out of it and remember that I'll probably never speak to her again and I'll never be very Punk at all.
"Love is an angel, the sky is its lust"

Friday, January 09, 2004

As a slightly-late Christmas gift, one of my friends gave me a cute red wig! I can't wait to wear it out.
For some reason, I watch Cops a lot. Tonite, I saw a clip where a deer was running through a town and had gotten hit by a car. They had to put it down. The uniformed police didn't do it, I wish they could have to make it quicker on the poor thing, but they had to wait for animal control to come. The hillbilly that came took a .22 rifle to the injured animal's head. It was quick. All I could think was I hope they weren't going to waste this sad moment. One of the uniformed officer soothed the moment by saying that one of the officers was going to make steaks and give it to a needy family that they knew. My initial thought was a knock on the door of a house they had to visit too often. ("Hey, I didn't do nothin!" "I know, I'm just here to give you this.") Now I think they're just going to give it to someone at church or something lame like that.
Any persons living or dead.

December, 1999

The computer has a TV card and a VCR plugged into that. We are watching Woody Allen films on the monitor,.Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex * But Were Afraid to Ask is playing as a woman comes in the room. I've been around her before, but not always in the best of circumstances. I didn't think she liked me much at first, but she hasn't complained much when I've come around.
We'd had an encounter a few weeks earlier, (I'm still not sure exactly how she or I feel about it, or how to describe it,) and I'd stopped by her room a few times since, just hoping to hang out with someone that was up as late as I was; someone that would listen to some of the things I had to say and had a lot to say herself
Our first encounter was rather odd and I didn't expect anything of the sort to happen again. After all, I have a girlfriend back home, waiting for my return. Still, she stays up as late as I do and hangs out with the same people I do, so I stop by from time to time. I didn't expect her to stop by my place at all.
There are a lot people in this room, it's a quad converted from a lounge in the housing crunch. Four boys. I say boys since I'm 6 years older than them. Even if I act the same and do the same, they seem naive and unscarred. They have just finished high school and started this University thing.
I'm flirting with a few of the guests. Two women catch my eye, Alice and Jen.
Jen is sitting next to me; she's very skinny and has inch long hair. She loves Woody Allen as much as I do. She's been in the room since the films started, I've skipped the first one since I didn't like it.
Alice comes in the room with blue hair and a strut. She's looking for something to do. I suggest watching the films. She sits and begins to watch, but this is not her normal diet. I can see her becoming restless.
Of the four boys that share this corner room, I think there are two here and they have either passed out or lost themselves with their partners on those horrible bunk beds for the evening. I think it's down to me and these two women watching the monitor. Jen leaves the room for a moment and Alice decides to leave just after.
"I'm going to bed."
She turns towards the door.
"Or you could go to mine."
I mumble this line, I'm not sure that I want to say it of if I want her to hear it. She turns towards the door and smirks, I'm not sure if she heard it or not; she smirks a lot. I assume she didn't and Jen comes back into the room. I continue flirting with her and try to make something happen to fill the rest of the night. The film ends, the last of the 3 they rented for the marathon and we head out so the boys can get some sleep and/or sex. Jen follows me back to my room and I'm hoping to get her inside so we can hang out for a while. She decides to part ways as I open the door to my room.
I'm sad about this, but not heartbroken. I hope I can either catch some sleep or find something else to do.
I notice something strange about my room. I'm drunk so it takes a few seconds. My blacklight is on. I don't remember leaving it on, but I could have forgotten. Then I remember telling Alice she was welcome in my room. I remember that she has more courage than I do. I remember the odd smirk as she left earlier. I'm suddenly glad Jen didn't come inside with me. That would have been either uncomfortable or wonderful, depending on the ladies, but I think both would have split or I would have not known how to handle it.
The encounter I'd had with Alice earlier didn't involve intercourse between us, just oral and hands. There was another man there that was more in need of attention. They were more into each other, but I have a lot to do with each of them so I don't mind. I was rather high and didn't care about sex, only attention. I'm okay with just paying attention to someone else for a while, as long as they hang out. I'm very practiced at what some people call foreplay and most dykes and fags consider sex, so I'm useful in a menage a trois, no matter the dynamic.
She rouses when I lay down. She says she's lonely and she needs to sleep next to someone. I don't think that she means sex tonite, since she's sleepy, so I crawl in next to her. I like having someone to hold on to while I sleep so it doesn't seem like an odd request to me. It turns out she's not so sleepy. We play with each other. I go down/she goes down. I'm not so sleepy and I'm up for whatever she wants.
I have been so alone since September, crying alot, homesick. This is what I need. The attention might seem meaningless, just someone I don't know that well in my bed, but she didn't say she wanted sex, she said she needed company. I was more than happy to have close company. As I lay down, I place my hand on her belly. She has nice curves, so unlike my bare frame. She purrs some, encouraging me to caress her more.
We played for hours. I didn't care about getting off or having sex, just her soft body near.

Monday, January 05, 2004

I just fixed all the archives' broken links (I think.) My ISP recently changed web servers so some of the pictures I posted were pointing in the wrong direction. Let me know if there are any I missed.
Things are plowing along like normal, I suppose. I left work early yesterday (I'm still feeling sick) so I found some time to clean the apartment. All the beer bottles I go through make a big ass mess. I wish there was recycling near by. I threw out like two cases of beer bottles and a few months worth of the three weekly free newspapers. Not very green.

Saturday, January 03, 2004

"Our House" by Madness was on the radio when my alarm sounded at 2 this afternoon. "Our mom, she's so house proud." What the fuck is house proud? Being a snob about your house? Spending lots of time and money on upkeep? Fuck that.

Insert bad joke here.