Recent addictions ( Read more... )

Dear Diary:

1. I saw Inside Deep Throat last night. It was good. Took itself too seriously, though. But not so seriously that it killed my enjoyment of the movie. Anyway, recommended ( Read more... )

I just saw Napolean Dynomite. It was so kewl! ;) (And by that, I mean: it wasn't very good.)

There were at least five different people who separately told me it was awesome.
I politely disagree.
I'm so dreadfully sick of kitsch.
It's so 2003.

Punk rocker attacks Pat Buchanan with salad dressing. News at 11.

I'm simultaneously saddened by the death of Terry Schiavo, and pissed off by the running commentary on both sides of the political fence. More and more, it dawns on me that I hate the vague concept of The Left almost as much as The Right. I only hate the right more because of the issues themselves (clearly, most of my politics are far left); ( Read more... )

Music update ( Read more... )

It's no-time-for-a-fuggin-life time again at work.  Another major project with a nice aggressive schedule has come down the pipe.  So now I have no life, just work.  Luckily, it'll be over at the end of this week.  Until the next krazy deadline... in a month.  Yum.  (If this works, I'll be rich, tho.  Of course, that holds true for all my kompany's ( Read more... )

My birthday was very nice. Thanks once again to all those who came out, gave me things, got crunked up with me, and reassured me in my darker moments that, although I am an old decrepit fuck, I still have a bit of spring left in my step ( Read more... )

Seitan.

Shockheaded Peter was the fuckin bomb. I highly recommend it.

And: birthdays are fuckin stupid.

Ralph Steadman on Hunter S. Thompson