Saturday, July 6, 2002
10:04 a.m.

look, a CLUE

I hope to God that my raving-loony-inbred-idiot Aunt Char never ventures into any sort of interactive online forum.

Or rather, I hope she does, and gets her huge cornfed ass smacked down (or more likely ignored, considering her natural troll tendencies) in exactly the way she deserves. It's just a pity she can't be committed for the overwhelming bitchiness that is ruining her life, and the lives of all she contacts. If she ever got what she deserved, she'd go insane.

Wow, lovely charitable entry, ne? :P And I have to go to a wedding in a few hours.

Friday, July 5, 2002
04:48 p.m.

A great big highly-offensive FUCK YOOUU to everyone at deadjournal.com. You really earned it, guys.

Thursday, July 4, 2002
08:29 p.m.

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies

I must blog this, before I forget it:

Monday, June 24th, I was called in to get trained & outfitted for my new "job", and had to make me a little trip down to San Jose. Using buses the way I do, I got there a bit early, and had an opportunity to feed my body at the Mission City coffeehouse on the corner, where there turned out to be a small camera crew from Japan in the middle of shooting a commercial.

This seemed kind of weird to me... what was the point of advertising a small American coffee franchise in a country to which they don't even export?

From what I could gather through my terrible and fantastically keen powers of eavesdropping, it would seem that since the Bay Area is just one direct flight from Tokyo, it's likely to be easier and cheaper for them to film an ad for TV Tokyo here, rather than in an actual Tokyo coffeehouse. The mind reels.

Mom & Dad have gone off to an Oakland vs. KC baseball game with Mom's good buddy Char, leaving me in blissful peace and quiet, as nasty & unexpected cramps made me duck out of the post-wedding-rehearsal barbecue to be held at the demesnes of the bride's family.

I've gotten a little writing done, Rabidcow let me watch him play Neverwinter Nights for a bit (that was fun), and it's a gorgeous time of evening.

Some days life is just so sweet, you want to grasp every second, and feel cheated that you can't rewind time to your favorite moments.... But some days, life is just so sweet that the fleeting mortality of the moment, of the year, of the eon, only makes it exponentially sweeter and more precious.

(Someday, everything we know now, the way we live our lives and the things we've made and done will be permanently lost and forgotten. I find this strangely comforting, and it can give me an odd confidence. It's like the alternate POV to the scrumptious poem Ozymandias. Perhaps I really don't perceive time like everyone else does, but I like it.)

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