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Jan. 13th, 2005 @ 05:51 pm
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After telling the crowd he supported America's war on terrorism, he said, "I hope you kill every man, woman and child in Iraq, down to the lizards ... And may George W Bush drink the blood of every man, woman and child in Iraq." He then sang a garbled version of "The Star-Spangled Banner."
The Roanoke Times reported that the crowd turned "downright nasty." One observer said "If he had been out there a minute longer, I think somebody would have shot him."
Link: The fearless Ali G. risks death in rodeo prank |
I want to go on record about a dream I had last night in which there was a large earthquake on the West Coast. I wouldn't have put much stock in it, were it not for the fact that I just learned of two other people who've had the same premonition, one of whom went as far as to place Monday as the date.
I'd be delighted to be wrong about this, but just the same I don't believe I'll be traveling on the Bay Bridge or taking any other sketchy, earthquake-vulnerable transportation until at least late next week.
It's not my aim to freak anybody out, but when I got two sources of corroboration on this, I thought it might warrant a mention. |
During the ski trip I was involuntarily wedded to a 6-year-old named Carly by another 6-year-old named Audrey. Here is our wedding picture:
Not long after, I sensed the spark had gone out of our marriage and expressed my desire to seek a divorce. Here is Carly's response:
She and Audrey then announced Carly's quickie revenge-marriage to Kyle, and drew this picture to illustrate my feelings about their union:
I tried to soothe Carly's wounded heart, and with this message it appeared she was beginning to come around:
With these tender expressions, it seems our reconciliation is now complete. The picture originally read "I love you," but her mom made her change it because she's not supposed to say that to boys until it gets really serious.
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Dec. 29th, 2004 @ 09:55 pm
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Skiing is an ass-kicker. It's fun & beautiful & thrilling but after a few runs down the mountain a full-body fatigue comes on, to the point that I want to just take up residence in a rest home and have orderlies tend to me so I can just sit around and stare blankly. I've been managing well on the blue slopes, though on a few particularly tricky & steep drops my genetic entity is very adamant in its conviction that it's about to buy the farm and leave me bodiless. It is gaining confidence, though, with each run we survive.
My nephew Connor is the shit. I'm surprised at my ability to match him in all his 3-year old silliness ... I am to him what I always wanted to be: His crazy bohemian uncle that gets to play with him & rile him up and then let his mom deal with the consequences. He calls me either "Uncle Jim" (which pleases me as it refers to a favorite Sun City Girls song), or "Uncle Duder." Homeboy is super-intelligent to boot, casually making use of such words as "technology" and "polyurethane."
The brother in law is in his usual form. The similarities between him and our current prez are striking: Both are ex-cocaine-addicted dry-drunk papa's boys with monster egos, somewhat spiteful & meanspirited, convinced of their utter righteousness. I'm happy with my ever-growing ability to ignore him despite his baiting -- I've been able to just tune him out, let him dominate conversations and have his way like the overgrown 2-year-old he is. My sister still likes him for reasons unfathomable.
All in all, family vacation time is tranquil and has the feeling of being well-deserved. A lucky fellow I am.
Tomorrow it's one last day with the fam and then off to the Jones-Wrights' rental home on Lake Tahoe. It promises to be off-the-hook ... Like Eli Cash, I always wanted to be a Jones-Wright, and I'll get to hang out for a week with them and see what it's like.
Dec. 25th, 2004 @ 07:28 pm
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Justin
has found me.
Well it's about time.
This is the man who made me what I am today.
Dec. 21st, 2004 @ 12:49 pm
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Parties:
1. My 2-week-long birthday celebration, topped off by the best party ever thrown in my honor featuring my party mix CDs which did induce much booty-shakin'
2. The Stupid Fun Club party featuring Pink Man, a spacewalk, dangerous robots, etc
3. The hotel mayhem @ Coachella
4. Various BPI make-out parties
5. Ashley & Eric's wedding feat. nekkid hottubbin
6. The movie-makin' party @ Sam (not-so) Sober's
Intense experiences:
1. Coachella (X overdose, uncontrolled psychic weirdness, The Madness of Tiffany Black, dry-ice bombs, emotional catharses galore, the medic tent, 106 degree heat, Kraftwerk, Pixies, Radiohead, Flaming Lips)
2. [Classified]
3. Finishing / surviving BPI and becoming acclimated to an additional layer of perceptual weirdness
4. The ski trip upon which I am soon to embark
5. Doing music & sound for the play
6. Many days & nights of sleepwalking through my "intensive" education
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Dec. 21st, 2004 @ 12:38 pm
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This was what I did at work today:
I filmed Pink Man unicycling about in my boss's art installation.
Favorite quote from Joell (my boss) today:
"I try to use profanity whenever I can, but I keep lapsing back into polite speech. It helps to have Cass [her teenage daughter] around 'cause she reminds me."
Dec. 17th, 2004 @ 04:55 pm
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State of the Art Envelope Filter:
Which is a wah device controlled with a knob instead of a pedal.
Which was built as my final project for Studio Maintenance class.
Which I passed. With a B.
Which means I'll hopefully never have to solder another goddamned thing again.
Woo-hoo!
Dec. 16th, 2004 @ 10:17 pm
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