Cogito emo sum

I saw someone I have a lame crush on today. Later on she was in the same area I was, but kind of away and behind things with her friends. Every time I looked over there the sun was hitting her only and making her all shiny, because she was the saint in the painting.

vickajew and I gave friendly_bandit a short walk through the geopolitics of the last 25 years, but I don't think he was grateful. In fact, he looked like he wanted to go live under his bed afterwards, which is sort of understandable considering the material at hand.

DZ came and talked at me for a bit. He claims his health is good and he hasn't had a seizure in over a year and a half but he looks like a corpse. He sort of talked around the huge fights he's had with his property manager, and the fact that his aunt and uncle bailed him out of his trailer purchase. He mostly made sense but sometime the digressions were pretty hard to follow. I seriously wonder how long he has on Earth, looking at him and hearing him talk. It's hard to watch.

When I watch a Hollywood movie, you know with a hero and heroine and villain and sidekicks., I can never put myself in the hero's role. Even as a fantasy, I haven't cast myself as the lead before. I'm no villain either, because Evil is just lame, nor can I be the wacky sidekick for longer than about an hour. I think I'm the sacrificial guy who eats it in the last reel so that others may live. I always sympathized with that guy, the one who gets to say "It's too late for me. I'll stay here. RUN!" Even if he doesn't get whacked, he has to stay behind and deal with all the bullshit. I am Claude Rains in Casablanca, or if I'm feeling especially butch maybe Steve McQueen in The Sand Pebbles. No ride into the sunset, but if I take one for the team people will think highly of me later.

Patio; cat. Catio; pat. Catpatio. Patcatio.

The predator in action
( and a few more )

not the weakest links

Scratch and sniff WHAT?

Pay me out for my Nazi iconography, bitches!

The problem with productivity nowadays.

You can find out where the cellphone towers are near you and map them on a Google map.

There's a documentary out about the Minutemen. They made life liveable for me in the first half of the 1980s, and miss them terribly. There's a trailer on the site that catches a little of what turned me upside down at age 17.

In the absence of content, three more links.

I shall continue documenting the collapse of society via weblinks, thank you very much.

1. Woman bakes child to avoid breaking car glass, arrested
   
   
2. Worst airline seat ever (.pdf of handwritten complaint to airline)
   
   
3. The Passion of the Chicharghiakgktockarisghal? Mel goes Mayan.

hey wearescott! Your town gets another honor!

They're the first town in the U.S. to get an official Wal-Mart dating night, which has already been some type of success in Germany of all places.

The program was hatched by Michelle McGenity, an inventory associate at the Roanoke store, who read an online story about a similar program at a Wal-Mart in Germany. She proposed the idea to her manager, and they devised a plan to publicize it on fliers around the store and even turn it into a charity event. Participants have the option of making a $1 donation to the Children's Miracle Network.

via robotwisdom

Ahh, the patio.

Inside, Crazy Visor Guy is loudly teaching the trapped barista girls about the history of the local grocery business. Outside, Nutty Biker Cigar Guy is shouting and laughing into his cellphone about sex. Birds are chirping and clucking and shitting everywhere, zooming in and out of the hedges. Cellphone-for-God Keith is wearing a Paul Frank pirate tshirt.

And I'm in the corner with iced coffee and the paper. Happy summer, everyone!

cordiloquy found the best DVD extra ever.

It is, of course, PIE.