September 2003 Archives
Getting a really late start on the day as I'm regaining lost hours to the man...worked my arse off this weekend. For now - everybody should check out Willi's page - as he has posted a 700 kb mp3 of my granddaddy rockin the keys...you can hear the ping pong tournament going on in the background.
Gonna be moving a piano today. Oh god my back.
Will be recording a tribute song for my granddaddy tonight -- should have the mp3 available here soon...(Sometimes things don't go according to plan.)
possibly more later...but for now - I have to try and catch my nose - which has been running wild since I awoke this morning to freezing temps...Had to cut on the heat today...
As promised: 
I'm gonna scan the print headline tomorrow -- but the internet copy is almost as amusing to a juvenile mind like my own.
Senators butt heads over Iraq funding
Check the vent tomorrow to see if I got on:
Regarding your headline on B4 Thursday: "Senators butt heads over Iraq funding" - I'm pretty sure that's not the only reason they're buttheads...
drum crash. someone coughs...
HAW HAW HAW - I'm fricking hilarious...And I'll be here all week!!! G'Night Six Flags - WE LOVE YOU!!!
For the legions of readers out there reading this through an aggregator - I've updated the XML feeds for both this site (feed) and Willi's (feed), thanks to the code from etc. and pointers from Jason and George...The feed now includes full posts, images and comments...If you're not using an aggregator yet - you should start...Browsing the web on a dial-up becomes a much less painful task with one...
I use Syndirella - which isn't being updated anymore - and really I see nothing wrong with the current version, except for a scrolling bug that just turned up...but there are several alternatives...
George also provided the pointer towards a wonderful essay on Whitman by The Atlantic's David Brooks:
"Whenever I hear people say something stupid about America, which is often these days, I want to punch them in the nose and hand them Walt Whitman's 1871 essay "Democratic Vistas." The punch would temporarily stem the flow of idiocy, and the copy of "Democratic Vistas" would give them some accurate sense of what the United States is all about."
Breathalyzers to prevent drunken blogging? Sure - I could use one -- but I wouldn't want to see anybody else use one -- as sometimes the funniest stuff is being written three sheets to the wind.
I was enjoying my Flying Dog Ales after work today when I glanced at the label and noticed that it read - "Good Beer, No Shit." I thought -- hmmm...I wonder how they can do that...then remembered that you had to be 21 to drink beer...but apparently at one point that didn't matter -- and someone still thought it obscene...so a lawsuit was necessary to keep the "shit" on the label...Good story. Just thought I'd share.
Uggghhhh....Turned my Sunday night into an all out "I don't wanna go back to work tomorrow so I better drink as much as I can tonight" event. Ever have one of those? They're real easy to plan for and don't take much prep. Now I'm back to drinking my giganto mug of java...getting ready for the return to delihell.
Couple distractions today -- First languageremoval.com turns to the California recall and creates a humorous collection of speeches :As a part of our public outreach programs, Language Removal Services has here created the first "language-free" political debate. It is our hope that this will allow you to better understand the true positions of the candidates. Below, we present language removals of the leading candidates to replace Davis. The end result being brief 20 second clips of heavy breathing and grunting that will make your roommate think you're doing something bad in the next room.
Then - when he awakens with a puzzled look on his face - imagine his shock when he discovers you looking at pictures of phallic buildings...via metafilter
Or perhaps more disturbing - zombie pin-up women via memepool
The RIAA is confused. Now they've started suing people who haven't downloaded any music.
Andrea has posted a great photo of Dean making the ladies swoon -- he's working that crowd like Slick Willy! And look at those chompers!
Looks like I may have a reason to keep studying Sartre after all -- seems he's experiencing a resurgence of popularity over there in France.
Oh - and the question now isn't "will Dubya lose?" But rather - who will beat bush? via oliver
I kinda like the nickname Lunch Break. It's like mush mouth or horseshack or sumtin. Allright - gonna go return a movie and take a picture I've been wanting to take for a long time...I'll be back later...
I'm gonna learn how to use the preview key to make sure my html coding is working proper. Or should I say - Propah
Well...apparently in a rare twist of fate - I got lucky by taking off my clothes. Then, coming back down to earth - I managed to regress to an ass so fast that I could feel the epidermal layers peeling away from my face as I dove like a meteorite headfirst into stupidity with a comment that I now wholeheartedly regret. You see -- I still find poops to be highly amusing. And as far as "schweddy butt-fuc*ers" - well I'm hesitant to put that on my own site - a true indicator that you shouldn't put it anywhere else - a rule I will hold to from now on -as this website carries my name and family sometimes checks it. I blame work. I blame the stress. I've been seething lately - reaching a boiling point with regularity - and obviously my sense of humor has become violently distorted. So. Sorry. And please, don't ever be afraid to tell me that I'm full of shit.
But - I now await with antici- ...
pation the arrival of my mix cd.
I'm watching Dubya at the UN. Look at his fingers. He keeps rubbing his thumb across his index finger - he looks really nervous. Like he's rolling dice - not quite as suave as Clinton's thumbpoint. Everywhere he goes - he asks for money. I can't wait to see what Chirac has to say.
Public Enemy has a new single, Son of a Bush which rails into the administration.
Bush just asked for a UN proliferation resolution. What are the odds the Pentagon is gonna put a red light to testing the new "smaller" nukes they want to research?
I'm a little concerned that some Democratic candidates lead Bush in this poll, but Dean isn't one of them. In the head-to-head confrontations, it was Kerry at 48 percent to Bush's 47 percent; and Bush's 48 percent to Lieberman's 47 percent. Bush held a slight lead over Dean, 49-45 percent, and had a similar advantage over Gephardt. via oliver I'm fretting that there truly are Hurdles ahead for Dean. via scripting news.
Entertaining list of things that are unsexy...Is that even a word? via daily anil...what would I do without it.
It's that time of year again - Banned books week. via librarian.net
Support our troops. Or at least - some of them. via insomnia
I would have to say that I agree with Grosso - that searching the web is getting more difficult. But then again - I haven't yet bought Googlehacks - and am rarely doing research these days...Back when I was in school I pretty much felt I could find anything I needed on the net...Then I started looking for jobs. Ha.
In case you were wondering - I didn't watch the interview last night, or the game, or go to trivia. I did rock and roll. And the headline Another Blowjob in the White House caught my eye enough to get a summary - so now I know I didn't miss anything.
Global warming doesn't exist. So said Greg Medea in carpool during the early years of high school as we were forced to listen to Neil Boortz. Oh the agony. Scarred for life.
I've said it before - I'll say it again. Wolfowitz is insane. Choire's diary at TMN of the event... There is much cackling from the audience, then screams of derision, accusations of genocide. Someone calls Wolfowitz a fascist. Somewhere a woman screams back, "You're the fascist because you're denying someone else the right to speak." Half the room applauds. Another woman shouts out, "Change your medication!"
Wolfowitz sits quietly on stage like a scaly mute cancer. Kottke pointed to james wagner's experience...
That's it for today. Hope you enjoyed your lunch...superfantastic.
P.S. New strong bad email today...
P.P.S (2:39pm) - You wouldn't know it from the comments -- but posting a compromising pic of yourself nearly doubles your traffic...
must think of halloween costume...
Monsieur and I decided we needed to have another party...We just have to set the date...We're thinking about taking donations - and transferring a majority of those to Dean's campaign...Monsieur brought it up and I pointed out to him that the campaign had already encouraged this for National House Party day - sept 29th...which is - I feel - too soon to plan a party for...So we'll probably get something prior to Star and Brett's halloween bash...or not...you never know.
Had a good time at Mt. Carmel -- driving up after another horrific day at the deli - took about 45 minutes to get within a 1/4 mile of the place - and another 45 minutes to find the house...The end result being me playing catch-up to the revelry -- wound up staying up way too late talking to Shell-bell - and then returning to ATL to work my 11 hour double on about 7 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours...but today is my Saturday - so I got to sleep in until almost 3 today...hence the late post...
countless links to 5th graders interpreting radiohead songs over the weekend...figure I might as well link to it as well..lend as much creedence to them as you would to say, oh, I don't know - this critique.
not so stealth disco via anil's daily links
There is something simply infuriating about Bush calling someone else "uncivil." Gee...should I watch the interview tonight or Monday Night Football...or perhaps screw it all and just rock and roll all night with the band and head over to trivia afterwards...
also the pics from the dean event are online at georgia for dean -- including this gem...I believe my thoughts at that point were centered around whether or not the camera was gonna pick up the sweat rings under my pits...When the moderator told me I needed to curve a little bit more - I explained that I had scoliosis - and the curvature was bending the wrong way...I guess I could have just turned around...While working the double yesterday - in which I must have snapped 3 different times on 3 different people - the back started to go out and I started stretching right next to the drink station - bending to touch my toes - which means reaching a little further than the knees for me. Gina came over and gently pushed me down a little further and that stretch released so much tension I felt as if I'd just released a billion toxins into the universe. She didn't know I had the curvature - so the revelation of my hump back created something of a mini firestorm of astonishment...
if you ask politely, I'll let you rub my hump for good luck...
Oh - and if you looked outside this morning - you probably already knew it was my day off...raining.
Just got back from Centennial Olympic Park where about 25 people showed up to try to spell out Dean's name...I don't know how that turned out exactly -- I was lying on the ground and not having an out of body experience. In fact - I felt the sun soaking me to the bone with my own sweat. I heard the voices of the others sounding confused and restless...I closed my eyes and just lay there waiting for it to be over.
On the way down there - taking MARTA - I got into a conversation with a man wearing a Dale Earnhardt cap - curious to know where I got the Dean for America placard. Apparently he collects political memorabilia. He said he didn't know much about Dean - but that anybody is better than Bush. To which a guy on the other side of the train replied - I hear that. While down at the park - one guy walked by and said "I'm not gonna say anything because I love Bush." Well - I love bush too -- just not the presidential types. Another guy gave the group a thumbs down while we were posing for a photo...So it's a 50-50 split. Without the zogby or gallups...
I was a little late for the meet-up - as there happened to be a parade in the middle of downtown ATL. Apparently Tennessee State is playing at the Dome...Pretty good booty shakin marching bands - and numerous Segways rolling down the street. Bizarre to see so early in the morning when you're still shaking the suds from the system.
I also met John. John was looking to get a valve for his bike -- which was nowhere to be seen - and apparently needed three more dollars. Just three dollars...oh well John.
Decided to cut my hair off on the way home. There was an ugly feeling in my stomach after this meetup -- so I needed to rid myself of whatever it was that was goading me into a somber mood. The curls have been shorn. I'm back to bristly buzz...Sorry ladies.
The haircut hasn't really helped. I still have to go to work at that place that disintegrates every morsel of humanity in your soul. The deli makes me feel all whored out. Here's hoping for a pleasant evening at Mt. Carmel...
Tracking back through my bookmarks today -- and I got this via this guy.
I just signed up for the Flashmob down at CNN center for Dean visibility day. Hopefully I can get outta bed tomorrow...While I was at Wal-Mart yesterday getting some old photos developed - an older gentleman called out - "I like the signs you got there!" - referring to my "Regime Change Starts at Home" Georgia for Dean posters. He motioned to his car and he bumper stickers of the same sort...I smiled and said - here's hopin in 2004 - then hurried away from the stranger because strangers are scary and you're not supposed to talk to them.
I just added Izzle! Izzle pfaff! to my news aggregator...in the past few weeks I've added several - some who really don't need to be introduced, and others who may. Most came from the Fairview Central Blog Elements page that I've had stuck up in that sidebar for a millenia but never really perused until I found myself with a poopload of time to kill at the parental units recently. So - perhaps you'll wanna check out overstated, little.yellow.different., textism, davezilla, bradlands, harrumph, onfocus, wil wheaton, fury, jish, caterina, plastic, Ain't too proud to Blog, BackupBrain, choire, philo, medley. Also - without RSS feeds and thus checked less - oxymoronic, dynamic ribbon device, nealpollack, 50cups, chunshekand mentioned in the past but worth mentioning again - barkingmoose.
There - now that you're back from lunch you can waste the rest of your friday perusing these sites...
And last but not least -- can I just get my mix cd already? Brittney's new VCB showed her how to work her CD burner - so she's giving away 7 mixes to those who can give the 7 best reasons why they should get one...My reason is that I've already created the cover art, which relatives may not want to see. Avert your eyes...(note to self: more crunches...)
Tuesday night - as the clock wound past witching hour and into the tail end of Conan - Monsieur and I were sitting around flipping through channels and gazing at the idiot box like, well, a coupla of stoned idiots. My fingers were engaged in plucking and pruning the backside of my Cameo Ugly Ego album - a difficult task indeed since the plastic cover is still intact. So while the pads of my fingers scurried across the jacket - all of sudden - BOOM BOOM BOOM!
I think my ribs felt like they were gonna burst outta my chest. "The cops!" I thought..I slid the album under the chair and Monsieur opened the front door...nobody. Perhaps it was all our imagina-BOOM BOOM BOOM!! The side door. The carport...Monsieur went to answer it while I sat there and panicked. This was a little too much like the paper boy incident many years ago. I thought for a moment - maybe its Juan. He's loud and obnoxious and likely to stop by the house at 1 am after being at the bar all night. Instead - I hear the door open and a female voice with a slight southern drawl say -
"Hey - could y'all help me out -- my car broke down and I've been walking and I just seen your lights on and that's why I come up."
Okay. That's weird. Really weird. See - cause - I live up off a main road - and there's a gas station not a mile from my house. There is also a hotel - a cheap hotel - not a mile from my house. So - in my head - I smell a scam. And I say - still from the other room -
"Why don't you go to the gas station?" And I hear -
"I've been walking since Buford Highway and..." And that's where I knew something was weird - cause Buford Highway isn't anywhere near my house...It's at least four miles away. But Monsieur is there and he's helping her out and decides to let her call a taxi. Which she does. And then asks for a cigarette. And Monsieur doesn't smoke.
My nerves are shot at this point. I don't take well to strange visits. It gets my mind working a little too much. Meanwhile Monsieur is like "I would've given her a ride if you woulda gone with me." Hell No! What you need to understand is that I never even got a good look at the girl -- I just immediately saw her as Tammy from David Cross' Run Ronnie Run...Monsieur says that she appeared to be sober - that she's twenty -- I think Monsieur has a crush on her.
After she gives us back the phone - and walks out to the front of the house to wait for the taxi - I remember walking into the kitchen and seeing Auburn scrubbing the phone with Rubbing Alcohol...She couldn't have been that keen.
About twenty minutes later the taxi pulls up and I have to go out and explain to him why the girl is no longer there. Which I have no idea why - although I must say I never thought she intended to stay. I ramble on about crack addictions and apologize to the cab driver - who looking at me - must've thought I was crazy...
I'm sorry - this story had to be told -- so that Monsieur would stop talking about killing hitchikers...I mean - he's inserting that comment under entries that have no connection to killing hitchikers. I mean - yeah - killing hitchikers is pretty much complementary to any story - but then there's overkill.
The point is - go out and rent or buy Run Ronnie Run today! It will change your life!!!
On Monday afternoon -- I went down to the old alum to show my support for Howard Dean in his campaign for the presidency. Since I attended the rally, yet another Democratic candidate has joined the race -- bringing the tally to ten. How can Dean continue to keep the early momentum rollin? Well - after hangin out at the rally - I have a couple of thoughts...
Mock Punctuality: A little secret -- when you come in to my deli for brunch on Sunday and I tell you the wait is looking like it's gonna be at least twenty minutes - generally it will be less than twenty minutes. I'd be an idiot to tell you that you're gonna be seated in five minutes and then come back five minutes later and tell you it will be another five minutes...
But this is exactly what happened Monday afternoon in a very HOT Hurt Park...Given - Dean was inside GSU speaking about Generation Dean in a "Town Hall" setting - and you never want to break away from a conversation... So you improvise. You create an an exaggerated time of departure and arrival... That way - the people standing outside in the searing heat aren't incredibly agitated when you tell them for the third time that the governor is on his way and will be on stage in five minutes...That said -
Controlled Chaos Apparently there was some mixup with the luggage during the course of Dean's travels Monday -- " Controlled chaos is when the event music is stuck on the runway in New Jersey" -- which left the crowd that had gathered to meet and greet stuck listening to the same four songs over and over again. I had the White Stripes single blasted in my ears at least four times -- along with the Doobies' "Takin it to the Streets" and U2's "Beautiful Day." Hopefully next time they'll have backups.
Comfort - as mentioned - it was a hot one -- and the stage area was smack dab in the middle of the park where there was no tree cover...Perhaps it is a little much to be asking for amenities -- but water would have been a good thing...(of course -- it doesn't take much brains to bring your own - but my Dasani was gone before the third "the governor will be out in 5 minutes was announced.) Water is good for two reasons -- First -- you don't have the elder generation Deaner's keeling over from heat exhaustion - and Second - you have an area where conversations are bound to get started...Gather round the water cooler and watch the discourse flow...
Souvenirs - The handouts -- placards and stickers - were nice...But I want one of those nifty t-shirts...What a way to get some cash flow into the campaign!
Don't get me wrong...The event was nice - my first ever political rally...I just think there is room for improvement. I left confident in my candidate - but I also left without sticking around to shake his hand as he worked his way through the crowd on his way to a $100 luncheon - as did the majority of the crowd...
I have got to get a new camera.
I'm all primped (fly ass orange collar shirt) and ready to greet Doctor Dean in Atlanta today on the hallowed grounds of my alum -- Georgia State University...will have camera and a Murphy in tow. Saw the flashmob at the Space Needle -- hope the turnout is stronger today...
Read on Oliver's site that Berkeley Breathed is coming back to the Sunday funny pages...
There are so many pages I bookmarked over the past two weeks in my absence that I want to share with you -- but I'm running late and I gotta grab a bite to eat...lizzity-ater..
It's good that mark has the projector up and running. It is a fine thing indeed.
Soon - the video will follow - of songs conceived from flowing Lebanese fingers -
But for now - I can't tear myself away from stealth disco...[via kottke]
or this hat...
or the latest strongbad email.
or even older emails.
but there's news I'm holding back -- like the Pixies gettin back together...which seems to have generated a lot of...ummm....I'm clenching.
*1st ever cyber-7533 Hillsboro Attic Fan impersonation...
yezbick.com: I feel neglected.
kevin: me too.
yezbick.com: Hold me.
Being with family during times of grief helps...
I still don't really feel like saying much...There is still a lot to be done before I go home on Sunday...
So don't be expecting much until sometime in the middle of next week...
I will say this - we all thought it pretty funny when the press screwed up Grandpa's News Obituary and said he was active in the Special Olympics...Ummm...that should be Senior Olympics...
As you may know from some of the comments around here lately...My Grandpa has passed. I'm in Detroit - I'm really busy, really tired - and ready for this all to go by...We'll have something of a tribute up sometime soon...Thanks again for the thoughts...
