dilluns, d’abril 16, 2007



I'm calling parents of students at work now. It's not bad because they are usually willing to give, and much more willing to chat. I almost shit when I saw that one guy's dad gave $10,000 to the school last year. He didn't answer the phone, though.
I wrote several haikus during shift tonight, some of which I will try to regurgitate:

My stomach bubbles
A slow rumblin' down below

I fear for my life

Stuffed jalape
ños
Deliciously filled with cheese
Fried to perfection


There were more but I can't recall them. I don't consider myself a poet, not even close, but I do love the Haiku. Something about being confined to a set number of syllables. All I do is think about what the haiku will be about then I just count on my fingers until I've got it right. It's a lot of fun; I should do it more often.
I'm almost through with Gravity's Rainbow. It's good, and very funny. Pynchon's style is bizarre, very digressive. At times it seems that the book lacks a coherent plot, but overall it is an enjoyable experience.



Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been?
It's alright we know where you've been.
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,
Provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didn't like school, and you
know you're nobody's fool,
So welcome to the machine.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream?
It's alright we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star,
He played a mean guitar,
He always ate in the Steak Bar.
He loved to drive in his Jaguar.
So welcome to the Machine.




This website has some funny shit.
a sampling:



dissabte, d’abril 14, 2007

Kurt Vonnegut's rules for short stories:

1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.

2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.

3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.

4. Every sentence must do one of two things -- reveal character or advance the action.*

5. Start as close to the end as possible.

6. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them -- in order that the reader may see what they are made of.

7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.

8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

dimarts, d’abril 10, 2007

Holy shit, lesbians are tough in South Dakota (I guess you would have to be. there.)
I love pancakes


I tried to go and see Michael Dell's house the other day, but I could only see one little part of it, kind of disappointing. But it was still a lovely drive through West Lake Hills, which is where many of Austin's élite live. Dell owns his own very large hill, with several gated entrances and winding drive-ways. My former design professor was a project architect on the house when he worked for Gwathmey Siegel in New York.

Guess which house Mr. Dell lives in:



The semester is almost over and I can't wait. I don't know what I will do over the summer. I should take some summer classes considering that Austin Community College is only a few blocks away (so is UT, but fuck that), but I dunno yet. My roommate is studying abroad over the summer so we are subletting his room.
Goddamn state dept. has still not sent me my new passport.
My mom's 50th birthday was last friday, and I lived up to my title of "the good son" by giving her some cool antique stuff I bought at Uncommon Objects on South Congress, which is a really cool store.
I'm gonna watch Blood Diamond now.

dimarts, d’abril 03, 2007

I'm waiting on my laundry so I thought I would post some pics I've taken recently.

Here are two of what is left of the building that Intel never finished in downtown Austin:




Some other Austin photos I took while doing some research for my geography project:


diumenge, d’abril 01, 2007







Last time I was at the MFAH there was a beautiful Christo drawing that looked like the Hoover dam draped in orange fabric. Absolutely stunning.


The Franz Kline painting I mentioned a long time ago was hanging in the Cullinan Hall section.
In the flesh:
oh god, no

diumenge, de març 25, 2007


If God lets us go to war with Iran, I am like so going to throw an über temper tantrum
Seriously. I'm scared.

I read Fight Club last week, and I just watched the movie. I liked both. Probably the most profound Palahniuk I've read, which is good because honestly: after reading six of them, I'm sort of over his style of writing.

dissabte, de març 17, 2007

San Antonio wasn't nearly as interesting as I had planned for it to be. After driving from Rockport that afternoon, we ate dinner at La Margarita, went back to the hotel, I slept in until 12, then we had lunch at Mi Tierra, then back in the car to Houston. I drove through a never ending rain storm, and there was a shit load of traffic on I-10. But still not a bad little trip. Fishing with my dad, and his corporate counterpart in the east, was okay, a bit of rain, and few fish. I've realized something: I like catching fish, this fishing can be a totally different experience.
I think I'm gonna make some eggs now.

diumenge, de març 11, 2007

hahaha
I love old pictures.
It's that time of year in Houston when all the pine trees shit out obscene amounts of pollen, covering EVERYTHING with a layer of yellow dust. I'm glad we don't have pine trees in Austin.

dimecres, de març 07, 2007

IT'S COCAINE, YOU FUCKING RETARDS
Movies I've seen recently:

The Departed
HELL YEAH

Children of Men
bootleg, but still for rent at a legit business

For Your Consideration
meh

Babel
the Japanese are allowed to hunt?

Running With Scissors
Alec Baldwin was a good choice for that part, but shit, he's capable of so much MORE. hehe, masturbatorium

Vacationland
meh

Borat
hahaha, the Jews have shifted their shapes!


I can't escape the feeling that there are other DVDs I'm leaving out. oh well.
I just watched Children of Men, and wow. Really great, Michael Cain's character is the best.

Some others I've seen in the last couple of months that I don't think I commented on:
Written on the Wind
Fantastic. Robert Stack is brilliant as the jealous alcoholic millionaire. For years Stack was just that Unsolved Mysteries guy with the voice. That show freaked me out as a kid.

A Mighty Wind
Not bad. Funny. After seeing For Your Consideration, Best in Show is still my favorite Guest film.

Naked Lunch
Pretty good, probably not worth buying though. Not the first I've bought before watching.

Brazil
Really good, that guy from the Infiniti commercials flies around in his dreams!

Chinatown
Awesome. That dirty pederast Roman Polanski slices Jack Nicholson's nose.

Knife in the Water
Great ending, but I don't see what all the fuss is about.

The Proposition
Niiiiiice. Guy Pearce as some Irish bandit in 19th-century rural Australia. Nothin' like a good dramatic shot of a guy getting his head blown off while raping a woman. Poetic justice indeed.

I Vitelloni
good, Fellini has yet to disappoint

Date Movie
I'll never get those 85 minutes back. ever. dammit

I finished The Plague. I've found that reading at work helps pass the time; the majority of the time spent there is just sitting there letting the phone ring. Thank God people look at their caller ID.

dimarts, de març 06, 2007

Just so you don't freak out: the little girl is actually saying sparkling wiggles

diumenge, de març 04, 2007

Sisyphean employment


My opinion of my job varies wildly from shift to shift. Sometimes, mostly when I'm calling alumni that have never given anything, I hate it. Really hate the work, and just want to tunn into uh bud and fly fly away. Pardon the Forrest Gump reference.
And then other times, usually when I'm calling people that have given before, and I'm actually raising money, it's great. Architects that have given before are the best. My first day I talked to an [non-donor] architect on Kona, and he said yes to my first ask of $250, but what was cool was the conversation we had about Hawaii, Hunter S. Thompson, Lono, James Cook, etc. Not to mention his work.
I want to get a job doing something else; calling people on the phone asking for money just seems so freakin low. I realize that it isn't quite as bad as telemarketing, because, whether I like it or not, I do have something of a relationship with these people, and they with the University, but still, it just makes me feel like a whore to do nothing but ask for money.
Nothing is all bad, though, except maybe Ann Coulter (who recently called John Edwards a faggot ), and it has been kind of interesting. But no, even those little nuggets of goodness pale in comparison to the monumental pile of shit I have to climb every shift.
Anyhoo, I have a test in the morning, which I studied for at work, so now is a little break.

dijous, de març 01, 2007

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

I've been playing around with HTML a bit, as you can see. Several weeks ago I got rid of the entire sidebar, and I'm glad I did that. You no longer have access to my previous posts, so i increased the number displayed. I'd like to print the entire thing one day, pictures and all. But that would probably cost more money than I would be willing to spend.
School is going well. I'm doing a group geography project on territoriality in Austin. Originally we were going to look at east Austin v. west Austin, but NOW we're doing sixth street v. the warehouse district. I volunteered to do a comprehensive building analysis, whatever the hell that means, and to help out with a geographic analysis. My access to the SoA's computer lab/GIS servers should come in handy.
I have to get an oil change in the morning.
I was just thinking about when I was in the bathroom one night at a restaurant I used to work at. Toward the end of a shift, I would sometimes go and sit on the toilet for about five minutes, as that was pretty much the only way I could sit around doing nothing without getting into trouble. Anyway, i was sitting there, and two guys came in, went into one stall, and starting doing bumps of coke. Not only was it obvious by the sharp snorts, but they were talking about what they were doing. They had no idea I was in the stall next to them because these stalls were more like little rooms, with actual walls and doors. Anyway, they came out of their stall, and I came out of mine right after. They both stopped dead and turned around and just gaped at me. I just walked straight ahead, washed my hands and left, which is what I felt was the most professional thing to do; it was a nice place after all, and I didn't want to scare off customers.
Though it would have been great to yell "BUSTED!"
Ah, memory lane...

My dad wants us to go fishing during spring break, then go to San Antonio for some business. We're staying downtown on the river, so it should be cool to wander around for a couple of days. I've been to San Antonio more times than I could count, let alone remember, but it was always to see family, never to do anything touristy; I did have dinner on the riverwalk once, though. I want to visit the San Antonio Museum of Art, and the big Legoretta-designed central library.
Other than that, not too much on my mind these days. At work I've raised probably around $5,000 for the school, and that makes me feel good. If only because I know my job is more or less secure. But I still want very much to get out. I watch the clock the way a vulture watches something about to die of thirst in the desert.
I rented Babel, will probably watch it tomorrow. I really liked Amores perros, so hopefully Iñárritu did a good job this time, too.
I discovered recently that Emirates is starting non-stop service between Houston and Dubai beginning in December. Right now the only other American city with non-stop service is New York, and no other cities are going to be added any time soon, so yes, Houston is really bad ass.
I found a new dentist here in Austin, and she's pretty good. Or seems to be, i dunno. My teeth are clean.
It's March!





Im not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But Im having fun
I think Im dumb
Or maybe just happy

Think Im just happy
Think Im just happy
Think Im just happy

My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
Well float around
And hang out on clouds
Then well come down
And have a hangover

Have a hangover
Have a hangover
Have a hangover

Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
The soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up

Im not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But Im having fun
I think Im dumb
Or maybe just happy

Think Im just happy
Think Im just happy
Think Im just happy

I think Im dumb
I think Im dumb
I think Im dumb
I think Im dumb
I think Im dumb
I think Im dumb
I think Im dumb
I think Im dumb
I think Im dumb
I think Im dumb
I think Im dumb
I think Im dumb






dimarts, de febrer 20, 2007

oh NO

I won't be joining my family in Maine after all. I've worked out an arrangement with my father that will make my life much easier over the summer.
Plans for our Amsterdam trip, on the other hand, are nearly finalized. With the exception of two nights in Brussels that my dad is booking with his points, everything is booked and paid for.
We fly direct from Houston into Amsterdam, stay there for three nights, then on to Den Haag (The Hague) for a day, then Brussels for two nights, then we terminate the trip with two nights in Rotterdam, which is an hour's train ride from Amsterdam, so the morning we leave we'll have to get up early and take the first train up. Our flight is in the afternoon, but we would like to have a few hours in Amsterdam before heading off to Schiphol.
While in Rotterdam, i would like to stop by, or at least walk by, OMA. Maybe we'll even see Rem, but I'm not going to get my hopes up about that one.
It should be lots and lots of fun, and I am very excited.

dijous, de febrer 15, 2007

Kennewhat?


I spoke to my father on the phone today and he told me that for the [family] summer vacation we will be going to Kennebunkport, Maine. Instead of Maui. Hawaii.
At first I was just plain confused, and a little disappointed that I wouldn't be seeing the Pacific this year. But I think Kennebunkport will be great. I will have to get a pair of boat shoes, some seersucker shorts, and several polos, all in bright colors. I really don't know what to make of this choice for a vacay destination (my stepmom visited Maine as a child). I mean, we're doing all right, but we are certainly not rich, and certainly not New Englanders. I will enjoy it nonetheless, and am pretty much just as excited as I was about Maui. We will fly into Boston, where we will stay for a couple days (before or after is TBA), then drive up to Kennebunkport. Such a long name. I looked up the Bush house online, and found which part of the beach it's on, though there appears to be three residences on Walker's Point, so I'll have to do a little more research to find out where to leave the sack of rotting potatoes.
In other news, Roy and I have made some more plans for our euro-trip. We are going to stay in a hostel, as the savings will be tremendous. We plan to make side-trips to Brussels, Rotterdam, Utrecht, and maybe The Hague, if only so Roy can bathe in the glory of Jeroen's throne. Hostels can be quite noisy I hear, so we will have to drink ourselves to oblivion every night in order to get any sleep.
My mom still has nightmares about the movie Hostel, so I wasn't surprised when she asked me today if we would really save that much money.
I watched Night Watch tonight, and am very disappointed that I will have to wait two years for the sequel and even longer for the one succeeding that.
I'm reading Camus's The Plague. It's good.

Demasiado italicization?




A candy-colored clown they call the sandman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper
Go to sleep. everything is all right.

I close my eyes, then I drift away
Into the magic night. I softly say
A silent prayerlike dreamers do.
Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.

In dreams I walk with you. in dreams I talk to you.
In dreams youre mine. all of the time were together
In dreams, in dreams.



But just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone.
I cant help it, I cant help it, if I cry.
I remember that you said goodbye.

Its too bad that all these things, can only happen in my dreams
Only in dreams in beautiful dreams.




I thought this was neat, it's a simplified map of the US interstate highway system:




diumenge, de febrer 11, 2007


hahahaha
Ah, socialist naivete



I don't buy all of what this guy says, but it's interesting anyway:

Ten Ways to Prepare for a Post-Oil Society
By James Howard Kunstler, Kunstler.com
http://www.alternet.org/story/47705/

Editor's Note: James Howard Kunstler is a leading writer on the topic of peak oil the problems it poses for American suburbia. Deeply concerned about the future of our petroleum dependent society, Kunstler believes we must take radical steps to avoid the total meltdown of modern society in the face looming oil and gas shortages. For background on this topic, read Kunstler's essay, "Pricey Gas, That's Reality."

Out in the public arena, people frequently twang on me for being "Mister Gloom'n'doom," or for "not offering any solutions" to our looming energy crisis. So, for those of you who are tired of wringing your hands, who would like to do something useful, or focus your attention in a purposeful way, here are my suggestions:

1. Expand your view beyond the question of how we will run all the cars by means other than gasoline. This obsession with keeping the cars running at all costs could really prove fatal. It is especially unhelpful that so many self-proclaimed "greens" and political "progressives" are hung up on this monomaniacal theme. Get this: the cars are not part of the solution (whether they run on fossil fuels, vodka, used frymax™ oil, or cow shit). They are at the heart of the problem. And trying to salvage the entire Happy Motoring system by shifting it from gasoline to other fuels will only make things much worse. The bottom line of this is: start thinking beyond the car. We have to make other arrangements for virtually all the common activities of daily life.

2. We have to produce food differently. The Monsanto/Cargill model of industrial agribusiness is heading toward its Waterloo. As oil and gas deplete, we will be left with sterile soils and farming organized at an unworkable scale. Many lives will depend on our ability to fix this. Farming will soon return much closer to the center of American economic life. It will necessarily have to be done more locally, at a smaller-and-finer scale, and will require more human labor. The value-added activities associated with farming -- e.g. making products like cheese, wine, oils -- will also have to be done much more locally. This situation presents excellent business and vocational opportunities for America's young people (if they can unplug their Ipods long enough to pay attention.) It also presents huge problems in land-use reform. Not to mention the fact that the knowledge and skill for doing these things has to be painstakingly retrieved from the dumpster of history. Get busy.

3. We have to inhabit the terrain differently. Virtually every place in our nation organized for car dependency is going to fail to some degree. Quite a few places (Phoenix, Las Vegas, Miami ...) will support only a fraction of their current populations. We'll have to return to traditional human ecologies at a smaller scale: villages, towns, and cities (along with a productive rural landscape). Our small towns are waiting to be reinhabited. Our cities will have to contract. The cities that are composed proportionately more of suburban fabric (e.g. Atlanta, Houston) will pose especially tough problems. Most of that stuff will not be fixed. The loss of monetary value in suburban property will have far-reaching ramifications. The stuff we build in the decades ahead will have to be made of regional materials found in nature -- as opposed to modular, snap-together, manufactured components -- at a more modest scale. This whole process will entail enormous demographic shifts and is liable to be turbulent. Like farming, it will require the retrieval of skill-sets and methodologies that have been forsaken. The graduate schools of architecture are still tragically preoccupied with teaching Narcissism. The faculties will have to be overthrown. Our attitudes about land-use will have to change dramatically. The building codes and zoning laws will eventually be abandoned and will have to be replaced with vernacular wisdom. Get busy.

4. We have to move things and people differently. This is the sunset of Happy Motoring (including the entire US trucking system). Get used to it. Don't waste your society's remaining resources trying to prop up car-and-truck dependency. Moving things and people by water and rail is vastly more energy-efficient. Need something to do? Get involved in restoring public transit. Let's start with railroads, and let's make sure we electrify them so they will run on things other than fossil fuel or, if we have to run them partly on coal-fired power plants, at least scrub the emissions and sequester the CO2 at as few source-points as possible. We also have to prepare our society for moving people and things much more by water. This implies the rebuilding of infrastructure for our harbors, and also for our inland river and canal systems -- including the towns associated with them. The great harbor towns, like Baltimore, Boston, and New York, can no longer devote their waterfronts to condo sites and bikeways. We actually have to put the piers and warehouses back in place (not to mention the sleazy accommodations for sailors). Right now, programs are underway to restore maritime shipping based on wind -- yes, sailing ships. It's for real. Lots to do here. Put down your Ipod and get busy.

5. We have to transform retail trade. The national chains that have used the high tide of fossil fuels to contrive predatory economies-of-scale (and kill local economies) -- they are going down. WalMart and the other outfits will not survive the coming era of expensive, scarcer oil. They will not be able to run the "warehouses-on-wheels" of 18-wheel tractor-trailers incessantly circulating along the interstate highways. Their 12,000-mile supply lines to the Asian slave-factories are also endangered as the US and China contest for Middle East and African oil. The local networks of commercial interdependency which these chain stores systematically destroyed (with the public's acquiescence) will have to be rebuilt brick-by-brick and inventory-by-inventory. This will require rich, fine-grained, multi-layered networks of people who make, distribute, and sell stuff (including the much-maligned "middlemen"). Don't be fooled into thinking that the Internet will replace local retail economies. Internet shopping is totally dependent now on cheap delivery, and delivery will no longer be cheap. It also is predicated on electric power systems that are completely reliable. That is something we are unlikely to enjoy in the years ahead. Do you have a penchant for retail trade and don't want to work for a big predatory corporation? There's lots to do here in the realm of small, local business. Quit carping and get busy.

6. We will have to make things again in America. However, we are going to make less stuff. We will have fewer things to buy, fewer choices of things. The curtain is coming down on the endless blue-light-special shopping frenzy that has occupied the forefront of daily life in America for decades. But we will still need household goods and things to wear. As a practical matter, we are not going to re-live the 20th century. The factories from America's heyday of manufacturing (1900 - 1970) were all designed for massive inputs of fossil fuel, and many of them have already been demolished. We're going to have to make things on a smaller scale by other means. Perhaps we will have to use more water power. The truth is, we don't know yet how we're going to make anything. This is something that the younger generations can put their minds and muscles into.

7. The age of canned entertainment is coming to and end. It was fun for a while. We liked "Citizen Kane" and the Beatles. But we're going to have to make our own music and our own drama down the road. We're going to need playhouses and live performance halls. We're going to need violin and banjo players and playwrights and scenery-makers, and singers. We'll need theater managers and stage-hands. The Internet is not going to save canned entertainment. The Internet will not work so well if the electricity is on the fritz half the time (or more).

8. We'll have to reorganize the education system. The centralized secondary school systems based on the yellow school bus fleets will not survive the coming decades. The huge investments we have made in these facilities will impede the transition out of them, but they will fail anyway. Since we will be a less-affluent society, we probably won't be able to replace these centralized facilities with smaller and more equitably distributed schools, at least not right away. Personally, I believe that the next incarnation of education will grow out of the home schooling movement, as home schooling efforts aggregate locally into units of more than one family. God knows what happens beyond secondary ed. The big universities, both public and private, may not be salvageable. And the activity of higher ed itself may engender huge resentment by those foreclosed from it. But anyone who learns to do long division and write a coherent paragraph will be at a great advantage -- and, in any case, will probably out-perform today's average college graduate. One thing for sure: teaching children is not liable to become an obsolete line-of-work, as compared to public relations and sports marketing. Lots to do here, and lots to think about. Get busy, future teachers of America.

9. We have to reorganize the medical system. The current skein of intertwined rackets based on endless Ponzi buck passing scams will not survive the discontinuities to come. We will probably have to return to a model of service much closer to what used to be called "doctoring." Medical training may also have to change as the big universities run into trouble functioning. Doctors of the 21st century will certainly drive fewer German cars, and there will be fewer opportunities in the cosmetic surgery field. Let's hope that we don't slide so far back that we forget the germ theory of disease, or the need to wash our hands, or the fundamentals of pharmaceutical science. Lots to do here for the unsqueamish.

10. Life in the USA will have to become much more local, and virtually all the activities of everyday life will have to be re-scaled. You can state categorically that any enterprise now supersized is likely to fail -- everything from the federal government to big corporations to huge institutions. If you can find a way to do something practical and useful on a smaller scale than it is currently being done, you are likely to have food in your cupboard and people who esteem you. An entire social infrastructure of voluntary associations, co-opted by the narcotic of television, needs to be reconstructed. Local institutions for care of the helpless will have to be organized. Local politics will be much more meaningful as state governments and federal agencies slide into complete impotence. Lots of jobs here for local heroes.

So, that's the task list for now. Forgive me if I left things out. Quit wishing and start doing. The best way to feel hopeful about the future is to get off your ass and demonstrate to yourself that you are a capable, competent individual resolutely able to face new circumstances.
At least they'll be close to Dallas
Like a Maquiladora, but a prison





Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters Ive written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty Id always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I cant say anymore.

cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.

Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what Im going thru
They can understand.

Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end,

And I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.

Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters Ive written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty Id always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I cant say anymore.

cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.

cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.




I was listening to this song w/ my mom in the car and I told her how The Moody Blues were one of the few groups that Charles Manson allowed his "family" to listen to.
Poor Roman Polanski.

dijous, de febrer 08, 2007

Haha:


Oh my god, somebody give me a gun
FREAKIN' SWEET


I found out the other day (much to my dismay, naturally) that Inland Empire was actually released LAST YEAR, and I found out (after an exhaustive search on google) that it is only playing in NYC, Chicago, San Francisco, and Seattle. It was playing at ONE theater here in Austin last week, but no more; I called today and the guy had no idea if/when it would be playing again. Doesn't David Lynch know that he has a fanatical cult following and that we want to see the fucking movie NOW?!
I guess I will have to wait until the fucking SUMMER for it to come out on DVD. I'm really upset about this.
In other news, I really want to see Children of Men.
My brother told me that he is going to buy a motorcycle this weekend, and it just so happens I will be there to celebrate the purchase; he has been wanting one for a long time.
The link is to the specific model he is getting; I'm not just trying to illustrate what a motorcycle is.

dilluns, de febrer 05, 2007


I don't think this carpet-bagger will win. I hope she doesn't, anyway; I doubt she has what it takes. Though I must say that it would be hilarious to see Bill Clinton back in the White House, president or not.
I think Joe Biden (D-Delaware) is a good possibility, but it's too early to tell.
I do NOT have this Obama fever, or whatever the hell it's being called. Let him finish at least ONE term in the senate, then MAYBE we'll talk. Your hope is Audacious, Sir.


Neato shot of NYC:

divendres, de febrer 02, 2007

In Boston last week, there was a big scare because some retards thought that some glowing neon signs placed randomly throughout the city (an Aqua Teen Hunger Force ad campaign) were bombs. So some people were arrested, and this is them at a press conference after being released from jail:

people are so fucking stupid.