dreaming in denmark

2:10 p.m. Thursday, June 7, 2001

well, he can't argue.

have you been following the story on the royal massacre in Nepal? um, color my cynical, but it seems awfully convenient to blame it all on the dead guy.

11:40 p.m. Wednesday, June 6, 2001

sad little me.

i ended up messing around on the computer longer than i meant to (surprise), and wanted to gen a new stortrooper. it crashed my machine. whaa. 8(

10:50 p.m. Wednesday, June 6, 2001

ring around the rosy

things i've learned thru the web rings i run: Ani Difranco is more popular than Eddie Izzard. and most people don't write every damn day.

12:53 a.m. Tuesday, June 5, 2001

you go, boy.

listening to Franti (of course) and i heard a lyric that has resonated with me for ages for many reasons:

she said i wasn't her type
i think she's running out of types, tho
and i told her so.

hrm. yup. that would be me.

you have the patience of ice on a sidewalk...

12:05 a.m. Tuesday, June 5, 2001

what's up, Doc?

oh, man... i was sort of in the frame of mind to spend a Saturday morning watching cartoons this weekend. didn't happen, which was okay. but. there was a Bugs Bunny retrospective. 49 hours of Bugs cartoons. *49* hours. and i missed it. shucks.

9:58 p.m. Monday, June 4, 2001

yay me!

my journal just broke the mark - 10,000 visitors and counting. whee!

9:56 p.m. Monday, June 4, 2001

red beans and rice, yeah.

Michael Franti rocks my world. just got his newest album, and broke out a few of the older ones tonight. sexy voice, intelligent lyrics, and fantabulous music. thanks to sonia for getting me hooked on him a few years ago.

9:48 p.m. Monday, June 4, 2001

feeling a bit 'fuck you'.

could you maybe send me a nice, cute girl or boy with no baggage? because, honestly, i have my own steamer trunk full of issues. and i have neither the training nor the inclination to deal with anyone else's.

6:55 p.m. Monday, June 4, 2001

then, suddenly, the urgency dropped.

nothing like rearranging someone's professional life, including their commute, telling them it's time critical that they get up to speed on the new project, and then call them a day later to postpone it for a few days. as a friend of mine said this weekend, 'well, fuck me running.'

6:53 p.m. Monday, June 4, 2001

*shlurp*

hear that loud sucking noise? that is the black vortex that is Home Despot. many hours and much money can disappear there before you even know what happened, much like one of those abduction/lost time scenarios from X Files.

your moment of Zen: