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[15 May 2008|07:20pm] |
-California thinks gay marriage is OK. I agree.
-America says polar bears are endangered. I agree.
-Syesha Mercado was voted off IDOL. I (mostly) agree.
-My current holddown ends tomorrow, so, unless I do some pretty fast talking, I could end up bouncing ANYwhere for the next week.
(Count on the fast talking. Really.)
-Our Federal tax monies were partially diverted to pay off a State tax debt. I'm more than OK with that, since we planned on paying that anyway. Thank you, IRS, for saving us a phone call and a check!
-I really wish I'd donated to AIDS Project-New Haven (or something useful like that) instead of wasting money on basketball cards back in the day. I don't have much discretionary income now, so I'll have to find some means of redeeming myself.
(Count on the fast talking. Really.)
-I'm not reading very much right now, especially since work has had me coming in early every day this week. Normally, I'd log a half-hour here or there, before bed or as dinner's cooking, but frankly, as good as it is, THE RAW SHARK TEXTS is no CRYPTONOMICON. The latter could have been told in infinitely fewer pages, it's true, but it just doesn't matter. The writing is so engaging, so flat-out FUN, that I'd read another fifty illion pages by Stephenson. Bruce Sterling and Michael Connelly are much the same, at least to me; there's a beat, a tempo to the narrative, that makes any plot conceits sing along at a brisk (but not rushed; that's James Rollins' fourth failing) pace.
You should always enjoy reading. If you don't, it's not you*. It's the material. I was raised to think that way about just about everything...but of course, I was also raised to make scathing remarks about anyone who didn't share my sensibilities, too, so there's always that.
-As much as I loved Faith No More, I still find most of Mike Patton's non-Peeping Tom body of work to be unlistenable. Then again, I look for a concise, clearly-defined narrative in music, as well. Hence my distaste for wank-rock and love of classic pop.
-Muddy Rivers is a gateway drug unto himself. More on that later.
-If I'm delivering to your street, do you HAVE to check your mailbox the minute you see me, even if I'm WALKING TOWARDS YOUR HOUSE and you know there's nothing in there yet? Some people need to be trained.**
-I wonder if people really believe the screaming hype on their junk mail. "This guy looks like an underfed Cedric The Entertainer after four smacktacular bong hits of Oxford Homegrown, but as far as you know, he's a profit!" (well, not the actual text, but you get the idea)
"Nancy Pelosi is just waiting for you to die!" (Actual text, I shit you not!)
"The >insert product type here< THEY don't want you to know about!" (Also actual text, also not shitting you!)
"The Feds could learn a thing or two from 'Senator Wiretap'!" (Also actual text, still semantically constipated, or at least trying colon kegels with immense, almost painful, fervor!)
-That HELL'S KITCHEN guy is my new hero.***
* Unless you really are a complete dumbass, in which case you have my pity...which may be worse, in the end, as it's usually covered in green-slime-oozing black spikes of pure steaming spite.
**This happens to me every day, and not just in neighborhoods known for their lack of exceptional educational facilities.
***I actually have nothing more to say here, but OMG I love using these things.
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