So Rich took much better pictures than I did…
It’s a little ego-deflating when the first semi-active Message Board thread (OK, it’s just me and one other person, but still…) in months is spurred not by anything I wrote, but by my reaction to another essay…
Alas…
Caught an intersting movie tonight. Any flick from 1964 which features a line like “I don’t care if he enjoyed carnal knowlege of a McCormick reaper” can’t be all bad…
I was taking a crap a week or so back (sorry) and reading the almanac in my bathroom. I discovered that a Phish concert in some swamp in Florida was one of the top five grossing concerts in America in 2001. I pondered standing in a swamp with 50,000 smelly, stoned hippie wannabes listening to Phish and decided that it might be as close as I’d ever come to hell…
Tonight when I was out doing my errands, I pondered standing in the middle of a South of Market or Castro Street dance floor during Identity Politics Weekend, surrounded by thousands of virtually identical men in virtually identical white tank tops (and virtually identical stages of chemical meltdown), and I realized this just might give the Phish concert a run for its money…
By the time I got home, I was very relieved that (a) I don’t believe in hell, and (b) I’ll be in Fresno on the weekend of the 28th…
I think this is as much of a “pride” rant as I’ll bother with this year…
Just finished an interview with the Chronicle. My name may well be appearing in a pride-related story next week, and my input has nothing whatsoever to do with homosexuality. I’m rather amused by this, but that’s all I’m saying. Frankly, the issue of whether or not I like boys never once came up…
All in all, though, it was a very forgettable Thursday, the conclusion of a very forgettable week. Oddly enough, it’s made me strangely tired…
Just went to move my car, and it was freezing outside. I like it. It’s gloomy and foggy and it’s making all the murder movies from the 1940s on TCM tonight even more enjoyable…
If I could just manage a little thunderstorm. OK, a big thunderstorm…
It’s amazing how a few extra hours doing what you want to do (and doing it with who you want to do it with) makes the weekend seem so much better…
Highlights:
- Yet another Mighty Lyon breakfast special in Daly City.
- A consumerist frenzy amid the cheap DVDs at Fry’s.
- A BIG Saturday night dinner.
- Exploring Oakland on a Sunday afternoon.
- Interesting side actvities while watching Cops.
But Monday is gonna suck, between work, a visit to the friendly cardiologist, and other assorted things I’d just as soon skip. At least I’ll have really good leftovers for dinner…
For now, I’ll be spending the rest of the evening reading the paper, watching a movie, and pretending I don’t have a computer. I may post a new rant tomorrow. I’m not in the mood for another argument tonight…
If you’re bored, go now and be amused by what site the fryselectronics.com domain points toward…
New in the “give me a fucking break” department. Have I mentioned lately how glad I am not to live in Berkeley, a place which sometimes manages to make even San Francisco look like a veritable sanctuary of sanity? Who’s with me in believing that the lawyer behind this moronic initiative should be force-fed several pots of Sanka reconstituted with tepid water as penance?
Congratulations! I remember the day (or the week, anyway) quite well…
Come to think of it, I never finished dubbing those 8mm videos either. I think I’ll hold off for a DVD burner now. And I sure am glad someone finally met those three criteria. And how…
Not much news this week; life has been a little hectic. I took some time tonight to do a few neglected updates at Bottles, though, if any of you are following that sort of thing. Yes, I probably should’ve spent some of that time answering email instead, but actual new content is so much sexier, after all…
I’m off to the birthday celebration this weekend. And isn’t it convenient that it comes just in time to save me from having to cope with the Nightmare on Market Street? Speaking of which, my name didn’t make it into that article, so I’m not going to link it. That’ll fix ’em…
Not one, but two of the most idiotic editorials I’ve read in quite a while, and I haven’t even gotten past the San Francisco rags. They don’t really even merit comment, but here’s a hint: the mere fact that a wrong has been done “without incident” for almost five decades does not mystically make it somehow right…
I was going to post my new pledge of allegiance to the rainbow flag tonight, but I decided against it. If you want to read it, let me know and I’ll send it along when I get back from the weekend…