Tuesday, July 30, 2002

Squid fucking ice cream. Nastiness!

Monday, July 29, 2002

Why am I contributing at 1 am? Because there was another in what has been a long, steady stream of fire alarms in this building. This is the second in the last week, both of which have occurred after midnight.

I hope all the tenants reevaluate their decision to live here, that they break their leases and flee. Run to the hills unlucky tenants. Let the echoes of a distant fire alarm spur you on through the darkness and into the warm glow of a happier rental community.

Saturday, July 27, 2002

go to this site

it's cool!

I want to remind you that success in life is based on hard slogging. There will be periods when discouragement is great and upsetting, and the antidote for this is calmness and fortitude and a modest yet firm belief in your competence. Be sure that your priorities are in order so that you can proceed in a logical manner, and be ever mindful that nothing will take the place of persistence.

- Publisher and philanthropist Walter Annenberg in a letter to his son.

That's what I like to hear.

Friday, July 26, 2002

It must be very easy to escape from a cyclops.

They're big, probably slow...and only having one eye must really fuck up their depth perception.

I am not afraid of them.

It's a done deal. Joel gave me a few words of wisdom. Charles and Galley are still deciding whether they should break my legs or rape me repeatedly before I go.

I feel sad and happy.

My letter of resignation is written, printed and signed. I just need to hand it off.

So strange.

Thursday, July 25, 2002

I am simply having a wonderful Christmas time.

I think I have decided to quit my job and move back to the west coast.

Hello life of leisure!

Well, maybe not.

Wednesday, July 24, 2002

The latest version of the site is up. Not running.

One does not fly into flying...or something like that. Thanks to Mark for the links, the help, the patience and the octopus.

Please do not feed the octopus

Tuesday, July 23, 2002

Mr. Rosenbaum, and the folks at NPR have brought forth an interesting question. Is it right to stage fake weddings for Alzheimers patients (who will enjoy them voluntarily) or is it abhorrent deception? It's a lie, plain and simple.

At first I thought it would be no more harmful than a play. What they are basically offering is theater. The difference is, no one present realizes that it is fiction.

They leverage the effects of a crippling, and eventually fatal, disease in the name of entertainment. This is not something that would be acceptable for a day care to do to kids. For example, they can't tell them Barney is real and that he will bring them presents if they are quiet, with the knowledge that they will forget by naptime). Fiction that is not presented as such doesn't usually work out for fully functional adults either (that War of the Worlds broadcast was kind of a disaster). The staff of this home demeans their patients by treating them in a manner that would not be acceptable for other people and use their illness to justify it.

What they should do is treat their patients with the care and respect worthy of someone who is cherished by many and who is slowly being lost.

My 2ยข


Mmmmmmmmm...yummy tikka masala.

Vegetable fritters...

Nan, rice and sauce!

Heaven smiles upon me today.

Monday, July 22, 2002

"Monumental" may have been a poor choice of words.


There...that's better.

post this up your ass

I have no idea what I am doing and it is 2 in the morning. I should be sleeping. ZZZzzz...

Look at the swampy colors. It looks like a mollusk I know.