Year: 2001

Facelift

Yes, there’s been a little remodeling going on. It’s been a year and I decided it was time for a facelift. Hope you like it; I haven’t decided if I do or not. It doesn’t look as good (but it’s still functional) in Netscape 4.x, but if you’re one of the seven people still using that particular browser series, you’re probably already used to everything on the web looking like shit anyway…

I’ve also been babbling a lot here in the old web journal lately. Oddly enough, I haven’t been covering even half of what’s been on my mind. But it’s probably best…

Nakendness and Rain

I can’t exactly remember what I was doing lying on a stretcher in an office building elevator naked and trying to get my pants back on. Or at least wishing I could get the door to close so no one would see me.

Ah, the strange fitful and dream-filled sleep which comes from medication withdrawal or from installing new software until 2AM. Thanks Dan. Really…

 

It’s a gray day the likes of which I haven’t seen in months. While I’m sort of regretting my decision not to go exploring western Fresno county, I’m also really digging looking out the front window and seeing nothing which vaguely resembles sunshine…

I just wish I could drink coffee…

I have to say that a little Maltese Falcon on KQED was a passable way to end the day…

TV Themes: The Current Crop

While avoiding some work this afternoon, I was thinking about TV theme songs. In some ways, they’re just not as important as they used to be, although shows seem to be moving away from that creepy trend toward just running the opening credits over the first scene. There are still some good ones around, little ditties which make you feel instantly good the second you hear them.

Thumbs up:

  • The Drew Carey Show (it makes me believe that Cleveland does, in fact, rock)
  • The Family Guy (instant happy)
  • Malcolm in the Middle (short, sweet, and classic)
  • The Simpsons (still a contender due to that psychic bond Danny Elfman and I have shared ever since he rode in the front seat of my car)

Thumbs way, way down:

  • Enterprise (what the hell were they thinking with that miserable piece of Muzak by some dismal Rod Stewart wannabe?)
  • Dawson’s Creek (I don’t wanna wait for this song to be over.)
  • Cops (“Bad Boys” was funny for a while, but now it’s just irritating.)

Yes, “Dawson’s Creek” is the one show listed above that I never watch anyway. But I really hate that song and I have to hear it on Muzak everywhere I go…

So now I’m pondering barbecue and greens with Dan and Jamie tonight and whether or not to make an unscheduled trip to the Central Valley to see Mark tomorrow…

Randomly Friday

You have to wonder just how long it could take to retrofit one bridge approach and short freeway section. I’ve been listening to really loud heavy equipment outside my front window (which is working on one single Bay Bridge interchange) for longer than it took to rebuild the WHOLE Santa Monica Freeway in LA in 1994. Of course, it doesn’t help that it took about eleven years after the 1989 earthquake for work even to begin…

I don’t really have much to say today. I just wanted to get Leif’s crotch off the top of the page before people started thinking I was obsessed with it. I’m not. I may have been when I was 13, but it was the 1970s. People actually had crotches then, and it was much easier to get obsessed with them when you could actually see them…

I have a lot of work to knock out today, but it looks like a surprisingly (and unexpectedly) open weekend, which means I can either sit here and enjoy the coming rain or go out driving and watch all those wacky Californians (who forget how to drive from one rainy season to the next) kill each other on the freeways. I’ll probably choose the former. Either way, sleep will be involved. Pork products too…

Leif at 40

And a happy fortieth birthday to Leif Garrett. His prominently bulging crotch (if not his lack of any discernible talent) was an important part of my adolesecent sexual development. Remember when male celebrities were actually allowed to HAVE penises rather than just to make tasteless jokes about them?