Effluvia No links today, but isn't the Taliban stupid? For those of you unaware, the Taliban is the ruling religious group in Afghanistan and they've decided to destroy every statue in their coutry since statues are an insult to Islam. This despite the fact the everyone in the world - including all their fellow Muslims - think this is an extraordinarily bad idea. Stupid, stupid Taliban. You're dumb. In fact, I forbid any and all Taliban-ers from reading my work from now on. The most effective sanction, I'm sure - that'll hit 'em where they live. Chew's Scribbles - Chew. What a dumb name. Damn. Siobhan is reading a lot of stuff. The Coworkers The coworker who looks like Christopher on The Sopranos, right? He gave a forty-five minute monologue today on how he could make a better, faster Napster. He's a major dumbass. |
05 March 2001 60% More Ass Oh, good Lord. Some kid has gone to shootin' out on the west coast. Every time one of these things happen I cringe and hope the kid isn't wearing black and listening to Bauhaus. There is such a thing as bad publicity.
So yes, I haven't updated in a while and yeah, I'm sorry about that. I know how you people need me. But I felt like I haven't been putting out the high quality stuff you folks are used to, so I took a few days off. I assure you you'll thank me later. Mardi Gras was good! As expected, we had a house full of company, but it was good, quality company - Jen and James, Donna and Jimmy, Glen and Donald Fred. We had a big, big time. It was all good - even the gut-churning, throat-tearing puking session I endured last Sunday morning. It was all glorious. And worth it. Some other highlights:
Believe it or not Jen and James turned around and came back Friday night so Jen could go see Duran Duran's two night stand at the House of Blues with Sonya. They didn't leave Memphis 'til late, though, so Sonya and I sprawled in the living room, waiting for them. Funny thing: early Friday morning I was flipping through the channels. I found - I swear this is true - a talk show where this midget with a huge mullet (or perhaps it was a normal-sized mullet on a small man, who can say?) pumping his pelvis at the crowd. The TV was muted, but I needed no sound to enjoy that. We all slept late and had a quiet Saturday on the couch. Jen and Sonya went shopping while James and I lazed, watching Buffyvideos. Saturday night we met friends at Lafitte's and then steered our little posse down to the Shim Sham Club for Glitter Glam Night and a showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, complete with a cast acting out the movie. I highly recommend the Glitter night, people: within thirty minutes of our arrival, we heard the Cure, Siouxsie, Iggy Pop, David Bowie, T-Rex, Sweet, Velvet Underground, Bowie and Kiss. Excellent. And I saw, like, 60% more ass at Rocky than I thought I would see. James and I agreed it was well worth the five bucks to get in. Bonus: Pabst cans were a buck-fifty each. Sunday went like this: sleep, eat, nap, eat, Sopranos, sleep. You should try it. I gained twenty pounds in a shade over eight hours. This evening, with Sonya and Jen gone to their concert, James and I went down to the Bulldog, the local pub, for pints and a bit of dinner. A very civilized night. Then we came back to the house and watched wrestling. Watching wrestling with a buzz is a beautiful thing. Updating with a buzz is pretty sweet, too! |
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