Category: Personal

On the way home today, I stopped at a light behind a row of cars, and who should cross in front of me but Joyce DeWitt, i.e. Janet of Three’s Company. She’s 54 now, and she hopped out of a large SUV (brand new, no plates). I looked, thinking, is that really Joyce DeWitt? But after she gave me a look that said, sheepishly, “Yes, I am Joyce DeWitt, and I do drive a brand new SUV and wear a sort of pinkish track-suit thingy,” I knew it was her.
Thought you’d all like to know this. My friend Scott, upon hearing this news, reminded me of four years ago when I saw Gillian Anderson (“Scully”) in Borders. I’d forgotten all about that. True.

I got a bit behind on everything last night when I made the mistake of drinking two appletinis, and then with a friend who was over for a visit continuing with two “short spicy brunettes,” a concoction made of 1 shot vodka, 2 shots peppermint Schnapps, and 2 shots Baileys. Yes, they taste good. Yes, I got completely knotted. There went the evening. My friend fared much worse than me, drinking on an empty stomach. We blamed our condition and the puking that followed forthwith on Bush and the war, the sensible thing to do.
I spent today recovering and writing. More posts tomorrow when things return to normal.

Yo my peeps, I just got back from today’s protest march. Not as many people as last week, so I hear, but still about 2 blocks’ worth of people. And for some reason I didn’t see the usual suspects there today. It seemed to be all new faces. I did run into a few friends: Duncan, Candace, Jim. I heard my dad would be there, but I didn’t see him. We did two die-ins along Street, which gave me a chance to rest my feet, ho ho ho.
Seriously though, where are all the black and Latino protestors? Seeings a lot of their sons and daughters are dying in Bush’s empire-building slaughter, you’d think they’d be equally represented here, as they are in the general population. The question for us is why they aren’t turning up and how we can get them to. There’s passing references to “the racism of the anti-war movement” on KPFK, but I’ve never heard anyone lay out the case for that. So, what’s up?
It’s a nice sunny day today too, and there’s birds savaging the bird feeder: blue jays and little tits. (That should increase the Google hits).

This weekend I’m in Los Angeles, hanging out with me friend Scott. I’m currently typing this on the big fancy computer he uses at his very very very big videogame company that will remain nameless.
On the way down here last night I listened to KPFK broadcasting various bits from the protest that was happening at that moment on Sepulveda in Westwood. That was interspersed with people calling in to vent on the war, most of it making sense (being KPFK) but with one guy mentioning the Illuminati (also being KPFK). Unbeknownst to me, there were protests in Santa Barbara on Thursday and Friday, the former being completely chaotic with people crossing the freeway, trying to stop it. I guess all seemed quiet where I was.
Anyroad, today’s a sunny day, and we are off to Hurry Curry to get some Japanese curry for lunch. Then maybe a pop nextdoor to Giant Robot.
Later!

Out of despair, rage, and screaming impotence, comes my friend Jon’s blog, called, for now, Broad Spectrum Antibiotics. (Don’t ask why). That’s two people I’ve got to start blogging this week–my karma is being polished somehow.

Meanwhile, I love to see how people access this blog. While a lot of come here looking for news and war and news and – did we forget – war, one person found my site by searching for “Real Golden Fuck”. I’ll let you puzzle that one out yourselves.

I swear I didn’t force her to, but my missus Jessica has started her own blog.

To try and escape the thought of the world’s impending destruction, we went for a shop’n’eat trip to L.A. today. Took in Ranch 99, bought lots of Taiwanese snacks and groceries. Went and saw my friend Gene and his fiancee Alicia, and took them on a triple-whammy along one block of Venice Blvd.: Indian food at a “India Sweets and Spices” which made my nostrils sweat, and a trip next door (kind of) to the Museum of Jurassic Technology and its small partner, the Center for Land Use Interpretation. I believe I like the Museum of JT more for its layout and mood than the still-fascinating exhibits within. Their bookshop is always well-stocked with strangeness (it’s where I got the book on sleep that I’m still reading), and I came away today with another to add to my stack: Desperate Journeys, Abandoned Souls by Edward E. Leslie, a compendium of true stories about castaways, maroons, and survivors throughout history.
After a short drive, we checked out the scabby remains of a Wherehouse chain in Culver City that was going through its death throes at 25% off. Any place that assigns a special section to “Urban Cinema” (i.e. movies with black folks in), and squeezes the “furrinner” section in between the above “subcategory” and the gay porn DVDs deserves to go under.
I did manage to snag the Remaster of the Rolling Stones Through the Past, Darkly for something like $15. Even on the car stereo the sound is astonishing. This is not a tiny improvement like most remasters; this demands a total reassesment of what the songs sound like. So…when are they ever going to remaster the shameful Beatles CDs?
Despite this, and Jessica getting a job (surely this is an aberration in this economy), I came home to despair again over this simple point:
GEORGE BUSH WILL BE THE DEATH OF US ALL.
No more, no less.

I installed OSX 10.2 today. Of course, I did this on a separate partition so I can play around with it first.

Recently, I’ve been taking classes in Flash MX. I know it’s not much, but if you click here, you’ll be able to see what I made for my “animation” assignment. Play loud!