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Oct. 20th, 2003
additionally i have a goiter named eugene
Oct. 20th, 2003 01:51 amHad a very good day. Was pretty productive at home, fixed broken stuff, committed a wilful act of laundry bla bla. Made a good dinner (including IL CAPRESE). Had good conversations at D's and also at the rockin' Ruba hopper, where I got to meet Jason who is very cool.
A very good point was made to me tonight about people who live an alternate life online, and aren't too forthcoming about their lives in meatspace: some of us are just completely trapped in ridiculous circumstances and can't be "genuine" in this environment, because it's just too painful. I agree, and shall be a lot more forgiving of this kind of behavior in the future. Good tip, and thanks.
I reserve the right to laugh at people who suck, though. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA <- like that
I had too much caffeine again. I feel like Ren & Stimpy in the cartoons where you could hear their eyes move.
For my To-Do list, after tonight's conversation:
1. Put "Garfield" or "McGruff the Crime Fighting Dog" poster on ceiling over bed.
2. Show up at Ruba weekly with a megaphone and MEGAPHONE BLOG MY LIFE TO THEM WITH LOTS OF DETAIL. HEY GUYS, AS YOU MAY RECALL FROM LAST WEEK I'VE BEEN EATING MORE EGGPLANT..
3. Meet more of Hils' friends. She has good taste in friends.
4. Purchase a beet.
5. Drink less fucking coffee, already.
A very good point was made to me tonight about people who live an alternate life online, and aren't too forthcoming about their lives in meatspace: some of us are just completely trapped in ridiculous circumstances and can't be "genuine" in this environment, because it's just too painful. I agree, and shall be a lot more forgiving of this kind of behavior in the future. Good tip, and thanks.
I reserve the right to laugh at people who suck, though. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA <- like that
I had too much caffeine again. I feel like Ren & Stimpy in the cartoons where you could hear their eyes move.
For my To-Do list, after tonight's conversation:
1. Put "Garfield" or "McGruff the Crime Fighting Dog" poster on ceiling over bed.
2. Show up at Ruba weekly with a megaphone and MEGAPHONE BLOG MY LIFE TO THEM WITH LOTS OF DETAIL. HEY GUYS, AS YOU MAY RECALL FROM LAST WEEK I'VE BEEN EATING MORE EGGPLANT..
3. Meet more of Hils' friends. She has good taste in friends.
4. Purchase a beet.
5. Drink less fucking coffee, already.
I like Susan Kare.
Oct. 20th, 2003 02:24 pmhttp://www.kare.com/shop.html
I just ordered a Moof Icon shirt & hat, out of auld lang syne for the old mac days. I like the rest of her stuff too, and so do you.
I just ordered a Moof Icon shirt & hat, out of auld lang syne for the old mac days. I like the rest of her stuff too, and so do you.
GOOD TIMES
Oct. 20th, 2003 02:31 pmSo, my friends Chris and John were happily asleep in their apartment in peaceful Laguna Niguel when some drunken Irish exchange students (ethnic stereotypes are go!) broke into their place, with THEM IN IT, apparently in the belief that "there were girls there".
These guys then proceeded to drink all the beer, destroy some stuff like computer monitors, and decorate the living room with the spray bottle ketchup and mustard from the fridge. They then absconded, as John was waking up.
The only thing they actually stole was the cellphone. Which, of course, led to their doom; later on, the cops called it and their sponsor for the exchange program answered. "Hello? Yes? Bad people live with you. We are coming to get them."
These guys are totally fucked now. After they pony up 10 grand or so for the damage and perhaps do 90 days in the OCJ, they're back to Ireland in steerage, never to see our shores again. They are not the King of the World.
One of them apparently was being scouted by major league soccer too. Oops.
Finally: Even when I've been drunk, I've never felt the urge to break into an apartment because "there might be girls there". What the who?
These guys then proceeded to drink all the beer, destroy some stuff like computer monitors, and decorate the living room with the spray bottle ketchup and mustard from the fridge. They then absconded, as John was waking up.
The only thing they actually stole was the cellphone. Which, of course, led to their doom; later on, the cops called it and their sponsor for the exchange program answered. "Hello? Yes? Bad people live with you. We are coming to get them."
These guys are totally fucked now. After they pony up 10 grand or so for the damage and perhaps do 90 days in the OCJ, they're back to Ireland in steerage, never to see our shores again. They are not the King of the World.
One of them apparently was being scouted by major league soccer too. Oops.
Finally: Even when I've been drunk, I've never felt the urge to break into an apartment because "there might be girls there". What the who?