Friday, January 30, 2004
I frelling hate frelling football, and I especially frelling hate the frelling Super Bowl. I hate the game, I hate the commercials, I hate the spectacle of no-brow "culture" that attends the event.
I just had to say that.
You humans have a most curious and annoying idea of fun.
I think I lost yesterday. It slipped between the cracks of Wednesday evening and Friday morning and dissolved like a "Styrofoam" cup in a beaker of acetone, leaving behind only an unsightly film of simpler polymers. I think I washed my hair. Spooky was in a sort of fender bender, but don't worry, she's fine, just pissed off and shaken up. I tried to get some work done on Nebari.Net, but couldn't seem to find the momentum. Last night, we watched two eps of Farscape (3:17 and 3:18, "The Choice" and "Fractures"). Then Spooky dozed and I watched Naked Lunch, which reminded me how much of an influence Junky was on Silk and made me want to read it again (Junky, not Silk).
You only have about thirty-six hours and thirty minutes remaining to take advantage of my offer of one little monster doodle for every "buy it now" purchase on our eBay auctions. Remember: Pulitzer Prize. Sigourney Weaver. No more global warming. Little monster doodles skyrocket in value. It's a sure thing...
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