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Journal Roulette

Steve's Diner - Oh god. Cats, video games and bad 3D art. And listed on Yahoo! Incredible.

Siobhanorama!

No update from Siobhan lately. I bet she's out drinking.

One Year Ago
A year ago tomorrow, actually. I still say nachos are an ethnice food.

It was very foggy both last night and this morning. I went out to walk the dog in it last night and it was very cool. Sounds carried to me from far away, and the light was weird, all slanted and hazy.

So I was walking the dog and came up with a pretty good idea for a story: a heavy fog rolls into New Orleans and changes it, piece by piece, into Victorian London, complete with Jack the Ripper stalking the French Quarter. Neat, huh? It would make a great movie.

This idea is hereby copyright 2001, Harold Williams. If you'd actually like to write the story, though, get in touch with me and we'll discuss some sort of royalty.

Yes, it's come to this. I'm hawking my ideas online. Very sad.

With that idea in mind, though, I go inside.

"It's so foggy a prostitute offered to have sex with me for a thrupence!" I told Sonya.

"Not funny," she responded flatly.

"Would it work better if I said stale loaf of bread instead of thrupence?"

"The whole concept isn't funny," she clarified.

Jack the Ripper humor is a challenge.

I heard that Guns and Roses - or, at the very least, an Axl Rose-lead band going by that name - played an excellent show in Brazil this past weekend. This made me all nostalgic and misty, because Appetite For Destruction is in the top three of my top ten high school albums.

For a couple of years Sonya and I had a tape labelled "BIG HAIR" that was full of lots of cheesy late-80's rock and roll. And now I have Napster and a CD burner.

Coming soon: Very Large Hair, The CD.

Speaking of '80s music: today I was listening to Pretty In Pink, the incomparably good song by the Psychedelic Furs. And I actually listened to the lyrics, which I've failed to do for the past fifteen years or so.

Guys, is it just me or is this song about a gang bang? Or, at the very least, a whore on a busy night? Oh, pardon me...a sex worker on a busy night.

I saw this billboard for a church today. Amongst other things, it assured the reader that this was "a Christ-centered church."

Uh, yeah. I mean, what other kind of church would it be? A cake-centered church? A monkey-centered church? A Christ-centered synagogue would be noteworthy, and a Christ-centered mosque would be incredible. But a Christ-centered church? I should hope so!

It's like saying, "this Coca-Cola comes in a can, which you can keep!" Or, "this computer come with - at no charge to you - a power switch."