I went out to a club last night to see some girly jungle DJ’s. By girly, I mean that
literally… they were women. Anyway, it was a fun night. Club crowds are way
different than party crowds. I guess a big part of it was the age requirement. It
was at least 18 and over and might have been 21 and over… I’m not sure… Anyway,
club girls are cuties. I’m not sure if I’m into being a part of the club thing, though.
I don’t know if I want to meet somebody in a situation like that. I mean, I wouldn’t
mind if it happened, but I don’t know if it’s something worth putting much effort into.
There were some definite cuties there, though… Something to think about.
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Wednesday:
I’ve somehow gotten into a discussion about humans, waste, technology, and
industry. Those sort of suck. They just put everyone into a bad mood when everything is
said and done. The frustration and powerlessness that people feel about it becomes
apparent and arguments are more likely to break out as a result. Don’t get me wrong…
It is a vital discussion issue. I just wish it were a little easier sometimes. I get
tired of taking things seriously, but as soon as I start to relax, another issue comes
up. I guess it’s not so hard to understand why people just decide to not care after
awhile.
I’d like to complain about the state of the world today. I really would like to.
I’d like to complain about the way people in remote places differ from me. I’d like
to help those people live a life more like mine. I’d like for them to be able to
use ICQ and carry a cell phone to the Taco Bell for their meatless Gordita. I’d
like for them to be able to eat Corn-Nuts for breakfast and stay up until 5am installing
Linux on a PC put together from some scavenged parts. But why should I do that?
Why should I think the way I do things is better than the way they do things?
Why should I suppose that my way of life is somehow more enlightened or more enriching
than theirs? I am so very envious of primitive tribe culture. I can never hope
to understand it, but I can suppose that people who live in tribes apart from
the main section of world society really understand their emotions and their feelings.
They are much more in touch with their instincts and they understand what
the word history really means. I wish I could understand that.
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Tuesday:
I got my hair trimmed today! Yay. That’s pretty much what I accomplished, though.
I also managed to call a couple of companies and add and/or cancel and/or modify
a couple of services. I also made an inquiry to another company about their services
possibly replacing one of my other services. All in a normal day. Ally McBeel was
good, too. I also came up with an idea for a new rock-the-house web project. More of
my free-time will be thrown to the wind as I add to my ever-growing devotion
to the web. Lucky me. What’d you do, today?
I am so irritated with Pacific Bell sometimes. Whenever I call their tech support, I
have to deal with a ridiculously complicated telephone menu system, and a slow and
unhelpful tech support staff. I’ve been gradually trying to
cancel as many of my Pacific Bell services as possible. They’re probably going
to charge me for it, too… another example of a bunch of fuckers.
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Sunday/Monday:
This is a bit late because I stayed up really late setting up my brand-new cute little
linux box for my house! It’s called spitfire and I’m going to use it for local
cgi/perl/database development! I’m so techie.
Anyway, sorry for the delay. I hope you understand.
I’ve been listening to the new Beastie Boys album, “Hello, Nasty!” … It’s good.
I didn’t like it much on the first listen, but the complexity and the
texture are really coming to light with repeat listens. It’s more thoughtful than their
last two releases, but still is somehow reminiscent of the sound that made them
famous. Check it out. At one time in my life I said the Beastie Boys were the
“best band in the world today.” Now, I might change that to
“best band in the western world today” or even just “one of the best bands in the
western world today,” but they are still pushing the edges of as many musical styles
as they can get their hands on. That’s worth at least a moment’s consideration.
Josh over at endquote.com sent out something
to his Juicy mailing list last night entitled “Fuck the Homeless.” In it, he recounted
a story of some guy he encountered who managed to scam him out of $2. The fucker.
That’s something I’ve noticed about some homeless people. They have taken it upon
themselves to treat being homeless like a profession (which it is in some sense,
I suppose). They go at it using the ruthless and selfish capitalistic ways that
were mostly responsible for putting them in their situation to begin with. If people
were a little more likely to help one another, there wouldn’t be so many unfortunately
fucked up situations. On top of that, if people would take some responsibility for their
own actions rather than blaming the government, or their parents, or their religion, or
the whole fucking world, then the world would be a better place. If the leaders of
big corporations would actually put their own personal happiness ahead of their
own personal wealth, things would be better, too. Overall, there’s so much room for
improvement, but people are too distracted to notice or maybe they notice
and just don’t care.
blah. now I’m in a pissy mood.
BTW, go check out endquote.com and join his
mailing lists. He’ll thank you later.
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Saturday:
Hey, idallas.com just passed it’s 3-month anniversary. Crazy stuff. Who woulda thunk?
I’ve been able to get up without an alarm clock for the past 4 or so weeks straight.
That’s almost enough to put you into a permanent state of smiley estasy. Almost. It
does put me into a generally better mood. I really like being able to go to bed
and wake up whenever I feel like it. I think that’s something everyone should
strive for. I know it’s hard for lots of people, but just try to do it whenever you can.
And get a wrist-rest for your computer, too, and a good chair to sit in. You’ll
thank me later.
Recap . . . Don’t use an alarm clock, use a wrist-rest, and get a good chair.
Don’t forget to look at this week’s Weekly Shine.
I’m pretty happy with it.
Ok. This cell phone ordeal is starting to get out of hand. I know you’re thinking
something like, “Hey, at least you’ve got a cell phone. You don’t have a damn
thing to complain about!” And you’re probably right, but what’s a good day without
a few complaints? Anyway, they were supposed to set up the service on the same frickin’
day that I bought the phone… that was like … 5 days ago! They
called me twice today and got some last minute info, so it should be all good tomorrow.
It better be. Otherwise, they’re gonna get a royal idallas ass-kickin’.
Did you check out Special Sauce yesterday?
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Friday:
A certain lover-baby is back for the attack safe in the house from the land of the big
bird. That’s all cool and all. Another certain wanna-lover-baby doesn’t seem to be
thinking of her big-bad-idallio enough for my liking. That could be better. The
moon and the stars are still shining bright, though us kids in LA can’t see it much
through the haze of that last bongo going bong in the night. And through it all,
all we can find the nerve to say is “cool”
At least that’s better than rad or wicked.
At least.
And then there’s awesome.
Awesome will return. And I’ll be ready for it.