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Falling Apart

Falling asleep at the keyboard this afternoon from being up half the night convincing myself I don’t have a hernia. I don’t, and I didn’t really think I did anyway, as it still seems more like a pulled muscle which seems to be acting up off and on, especially after long periods in the car. But the way the past year has gone, I figured that if there was a hernia anywhere within a hundred miles of me, I’d probably have it…

It’s been a really sucky year for my assorted maladies, both chronic and acute. And it’s looking like a particularly bad allergy season too. Great. I’m used to being relatively healthy, thanks, and this shit’s starting to get on my nerves…

But since I’m at least not screaming out in pain anymore, pictures from the road trip should start later tonight…

Mid-April Memories

Mid-April through the years:

  • 17 April 2001: Solidly in the midst of the vacation from hell. This reminds me that it’s been a year since I saw my dad and since I met Becky.
  • 17 April 2000: Banking drama, a laundry excursion to Fresno, and semi-public sex with a cute long-haired boy in a porkpie hat. Hmmm. I’ll probably be doing laundry in Fresno this coming weekend too, and spending quality time with an even cuter boy, albeit sans porkpie hat. Or audience.
  • 17 April 1999: Air conditioner envy.
  • 18 April 1998: On being a hermit.
  • 12 April 1997: Returning from my first trip to Vegas.
  • 15 April 1992: My first journal entry written on a computer.

Posted

First chunk of the road trip story is now posted over at Planet SOMA. Those of you who are coming in from this entrance are getting the “sneak preview” as it’s posted; it won’t be linked on the other site until it’s complete. Which may be a while at the rate I’m going…

Randomly Thursday

  • Three more pages posted from the road trip story. You can start with page four or from the beginning. This will probably be all until early next week…
  • Forgot to mention this earlier, but today’s “what the fuck were they thinking?” award goes to Abercrombie & Fitch. And you thought they only knew how to sell to suburban teenage mallrats and to vapid gay clones who try desperately to resemble suburban teenage mallrats. Funny, but this may be the only item they’ve ever marketed where the actual clothing was more attention-grabbing than the A&F logo they slapped on it…
  • $1,739,130.00

The Weekend

Sittting in a diner this morning with Mark, reading the Fresno Bee, I noticed a wire service blurb which mentioned that 14,000 San Franciscans demonstrated on Saturday against “war, racism, and poverty”. I guess it’s always good to have a clear focus…

Seriously, though, how exactly does one demonstrate against poverty? Isn’t that sort of like demonstrating against, say, death by natural causes? No one’s really in favor of it, but it’s something of an inevitability…

Anyway, it was a good weekend. Saw The Shroud, took several bucks off my net worth through sheer gluttony, and watched Mark get his satellite connected. Now I can’t wait for mine…

Otherwise: another of my babies went live tonight, only four days until Siouxsie, and a happy birthday to Jeff, who doesn’t seem to be getting my email…

More pictures from the Northwest tomorrow, along with (just maybe) a new rant…

Love is:

  • Library dates…
  • Being almost as turned on by the fact that he’s getting obsessive about your favorite software package as you are by the assorted snogging…
  • When he’s willing to pull out the blue ones for you…

Sorry. That was a little mushy. It’s late…

And notice that I said “almost”…

Randomly Monday

Random site stuff:

  • For those of you who care (and opted out of the email notification), I’ve posted the answers and results to that “How Well Do You Know Me?” quiz from several weeks back. And may I say that I’m shocked that so many people thought I was a big fan of Adobe GoLive? Blecch. Thanks to all who played…
  • Once again, I’m flattered and all, but I wish they’d warn a guy. Bottles was a “cool site of the day” at Webshots today, bringing me hundreds of extra hits and potentially costing me several extra bucks in bandwidth charges…

Six Months

Six months ago this weekend, I made one of my semi-regular drives to Fresno. A little bit of research for Bottles was on the agenda, but the top item was meeting this guy I’d been trading email with for a month or two…

Damn, I’m glad I made that trip. I knew it would be lots of fun but I didn’t know it was going to change my life quite so significantly…

Mark’s gone now. We saw Siouxsie on Thursday, had dinner with Sarah at Tad’s on Friday, and hit Santa Cruz via Highway 1 and El Camino Real on Saturday. And now I’m sporting the standard stupid, happy grin and thinking about how it’s only five days until Friday…

The weekdays have started seeming more and more insignificant…

 

For those of you who are following the story, two more new pages have been added to the Northwest Tour journal. I may try to do more later tonight…

One last note: when you lift images from someone else’s website, it’s wise not to (a) link them directly from the other person’s server, and (b) neglect to include attribution when you place them on your own server after you figure out that I have a script preventing you from leeching them off mine. I’m just saying…

Meetings

Most efficient way to make a boring, pointless meeting you had no real need nor desire to attend even MORE pointless: have it run long, so that you don’t even get to make the brief presentation you were scheduled to make at the end…

I want this week to be over so very badly…

Too Stupid to Own a House

Well said. I keep thinking of all the yupsters who were, a couple of years back, moving into “live/work lofts” in San Francisco neighborhoods largely populated by PRE-EXISTING warehouses and nightspots. Imagine their horror at discovering that, hey, warehouses and nightspots (like airports) tend to be noisy neighbors…

It rather makes one wonder where they found the intelligence required even to save up a down payment for their luxury homes and condos. What’s that old saying about fools and their money? The way I see it, any individual too stupid to find out what an area is like before buying a home there is thoroughly deserving of whatever problems and discomforts he experiences. It’s a shame that it’s probably illegal to require an IQ test of mortgage applicants…

The scary thing is that, in Chapel Hill (and arguably in San Francisco), the fools pretty much won. Where’s Darwin when you need him?