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Somedays you just want to make yourself puke so you'll get sent home from work.

"Sooner or later, your legs give way, you hit the ground"

Okay, so Fahrenheit 9/11. Moore didn't grandstand as much as he usually does. That bit with Heston in his last film just bothers me. This time around he isn't nearly as confrontational, then again he doesn't have nearly as many interviews so there isn't as much of a chance to be. The film didn’t present any information that I’m not at least casually familiar with, so it wasn’t an educational experience, more of a propaganda rally. Still, it’s amusing. 8/10.

Fahrenheit 9/11 opens today. I'm hoping to make it to a later showing (already got permission to leave work early) and see this. Liberals represent. Or something.

Went to the new goth club last night. I greased my hair down with Royal Crown for the first time in a long time. This stuff is icky feeling but I got a few compliments.

Hit my first royal flush last night. Of course I was only playing nickels. Still $200 is $200.

Hell. The trial of three men accused of murdering Gwen Araujo has ended in a mistrial. The jurors can’t agree. The three are going down for at least manslaughter but they’re facing first degree with a hate crime enhancement. Justice (and the jury system) is too fickle.

The Supreme Court just ruled that you can be arrested for not providing your name to the police. Fuck that shit. Privacy has no meaning in the US.

I am so bored with everything. Maybe I should dye my hair again or something.

A vocational school in Thailand built a separate restroom for 15 transvestite students. It’s wonderful that the school is concerned about the safety of these students, but it shouldn’t have to. Segregation has always proved to be fucked up. Why is it the only places the genders share a restroom are at home and in dorms?

For some reason I think that Kate Bush's song "Running Up That Hill" is about her wanting her partner to give her a climax but it doesn't happen.

Slept 10 hours last night. I should do that more often.

Went over to a friend's house for his birthday. He just wanted to get drunk and watch movies, which is always fun. I wound up giving him my Invader Zim DVD. I'm sure I'll get another one soon.

So the Supreme Court threw out the challenge to the Pledge of Allegiance on a technicality. It turns out that the lawyer that brought the challenge is her father but doesn’t have full custody so can’t represent her. Lame.

So I got a new alarm clock. It was $5 at WalMart. For $15 I could have gotten one that set itself. I was tempted but just went for the cheapest one.

On another note, I sit next to the spanish speakers at work. Today I wore a Zapata shirt that I got on Olvera St in LA a few years ago. With the way I eat (mostly mexican) and drink (a lot), I've been dubbed an honorary mexican.

Finally got the Invader Zim DVD. Watched it with some friends last night. I can't wait to watch the commentary.

CSPAN rules. Right now they have live, unedited footage of Ray-gun's coffin, just sitting there in a room. Rock on.

I don't like to talk about work here, of course. This is a journal of the mundane thoughts. My desk is in the spanish-speaking section; we must have bilingual speakers with such a large market. One of the native mexicans (we have all sorts of hispanics there) has taken to calling me "Jimmy". He at least pronounces the hard j right. It's not "hee-may" but "gee-mee". I want to correct him and tell him to call me "hi-may" like the spanish speakers might, but instead I go through an identity crisis. "Jim", "Jimmy", "James", "Jen", "Jenny", "Jennifer".

Remember boys and girls, only 146 days until Halloween!

It's too fucking hot. The Pecos bus was a half hour late (which means one just didn't show up) so I got to bake on the concrete huffing car exhaust for a little bit. So much fun.

The king is dead.
Long live the king.

(Ronald Ray-gun just kicked it.)

I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but in addition to all the nazi porn, MASH, and other war shit I watch on TV, sometimes I tune into less morbid shows. Right now I'm watching a cooking show featuring Dweezil Zappa and Lisa Loeb. They're married. They have a cooking show. I would have guessed that they were both vegan, but Lisa is a vegetarian and Dweezil is an omnivore. I guess I should have known about Dweezil since his dad was such a freak he's considered freaky by the freaks, but I thought "art fag brought up in LA...." Just me hoping. The snacks they had at the theater thing I went to in SF were almost all meat with some cheese things. My first time in that kind of environment; the same type of place Dweezil probably grew up. I can still smell the crab cakes. Ick. This TV show is kinda cool, still. Two big-name but small-money artists doing an under-the-radar side project. They seem very happy together.

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Wow. Just wow.

My fucking alarm clock is broke. I must have stepped on it or something; the front display is showing garbage and the radio won't turn off. The thing must be 10 years old. Sigh, I didn't want to buy anything like that right now. Then again, when does one ever want to buy an alarm clock?

I found this 3' long Sponge Bob Square Pants doll in the dumpster. It's no wonder they threw this thing away; it's gotta scare the fuck out of any kid anywhere.

Oh, forgot to mention that I'm now blonde.

Went out to Lake Mead to see the sunrise again. Same story as last time except there were all these damn bugs flying in my face for hours. I think I inhaled one. There goes the vegetarian diet. My companion took her shirt off for a while, ignoring the wasteoids sharing the beach with us. They were far away enough to not see her, even under the light of the full moon. I'm not sure if being so jaded (or whatever) that I can sit next to a semi-nude friend so comfortably is a good thing or not. I mean boobies rule, but just seeing a pair isn't going to cause me any distress. Maybe it's a good thing.

Wow. I just woke up. It's 5pm. I don't remember what time I left the bar or even walking home. Oh yeah.

I can already tell today is going to suck.