My Favorite Apocalypse
15 January 2002
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My Favorite Apocalypse
15 January 2002
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6:10 PM: This week's theme is 'Strange Search Terms I Have Found In The Log'. Also, it's InAppropriate CapitaliZation WEEK.
Gee, You Think? Dept.:
"If a prolonged scandal reveals more links between the Bush administration and Enron, the public may be more convinced than ever that Washington politicians are doing the bidding of corporate campaign contributors at the expense of average Americans." [emphasis added]Janet Weiss rules my universe. God damn that was a good show. And the 2nd band, The Infinite Ex's, was real good too, fun rockout gals on guitars and bass and Scottie!, a very Jack Black type fellow, on them drums. So bonus. But Sleater-Kinney, though, ah what really is there to be said? I couldn't distinguish the vocals very well, at least not compared to my memory of the last show. But it did not matter, not one whit. I could hear everything just fine for jumping up and down purposes. As a young acquaintance of mine might say, "Kickass."
6:30 PM: What else... Hairs cut Today. Very short. My head just looks fatter and fatter all the time. I don't know how much of this is illusion. This is why, although I never really liked mirrors, I now loathe them so intensely. When I'm not faced with an obvious contradiction by fact, that is just not what I feel like I look like, at least not in my head. Feh.
After the show last night, I was again reminded why I stopped going out to the bar all the time. Just not very clear on the whole "stopping" thing. If one is drinking, then it just seems obvious that one should continue drinking until one is no longer allowed to do so. Stopping sooner, voluntarily, seems ... wasteful. UnAmerican.
Ow.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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