iDallas!I went out to see a super-cool band last night called OOSoul last night.
It was a lot of fun, but for some reason, the place we were at had boxing on the tv during the set. Why the hell would someone do that to me?
But, this isn’t about me. This is about why people are so interested in seeing someone else get hurt. It’s sick. It’s perverse. It’s way worse than sleeping with your intern.
We should all be impeached and bombed.
I got my groove on last night.
And I’m not talking about sex, either. Though, I suppose I wish I was.
I saw a band called OOSoul. They’re from LA, and they put on a nice show.
It was great fun.
It looked like the crowd had a good time. It was a posh brewery place in an upscale and snooty part of Long Beach. There were some college kids there doing their dumb college-kid thing. I didn’t mind, though.
NO MORE BOMBS
NO MORE FOOTBALL
NO MORE VIOLENCE AS ENTERTAINMENT
NO MORE BOMBS
COMMUNICATION AND REALIZATION
NO MORE BOMBS.
NO MORE BOMBS.
Somehow, I’ve spent the whole day so far reading and responding to email and reading a few web pages here and there.
I’m glad I can do that.
I only slept 7 and a half hours last night, too.
Now, I think I’m going to try to get some real work done today. I can do it.
rah rah rah.
Why do people spend so much time putting down what other people do? Are people really so unsure of themselves?
I say that because the only rational reason I can see to put down somebody else is to make yourself feel better. I know some people would say it’s just “fun” or something, but if that’s the case, then I really don’t understand what fun is.
I rant about this fairly regulary, and lots of other people talk about it, too. But, what is wrong with human-kind? Why do we feel the need to compete with one another?
We will be our own end.
Dry heaves.
Wet leaves.
Clogged Toilets.
A glass of vomit?
I got my new computer last night. Yay. It’s a PC. Weird. I put BeOS on it. It works great, but the applications for BeOS R4 haven’t started coming out yet… they will in the next couple of weeks, though.
I’ve been coming up with some really great things to talk about when I send out the next G-COID message. If I can remember them.
Life is still cruising by. Christmas is approaching. I want to get my parents some really nice things. Things they actually want. There’s this weird game we play in my family where everyone sort of pretends that the Christmas gifts they get don’t really make them happy or anything. I’d like to give them something that will break through that whole game and bring a real smile to their faces.
I’ll see what I can come up with.