~ where is los angeles?
~ when i lived in stone mountain, some of my neighbors were pentecostals. they approached me before one easter and promised that, if i were to follow them to church, i could get a free ‘chocolate rabbit’. when i got there, i had to watch a film about the apocolypse, in which everyone who wasn’t a pentecostal, including 5-year-old children, was destroyed by ‘the beast’. for some reason today, i can’t stop thinking about it, and i’m still not a pentecostal. and the truth is they got the ‘chocolate rabbits’ for tricking me into attending church.
~ i had to drive to downtown los angeles for site maps and photos. i arrive at 14h55 only to find that the freaking bureau of engineering closes at 15h00. my trip was wasted; and there was nothing to say in the face of the assurance that i would have to make the same trip again tomorrow. who the hell is only open from 10h00-15h00?
~ please.
~ nothing is happening in my little piece of los angeles, apart from some reviews, which relieved no stress.
~ there are several reasons why our time is being wasted with this ridiculous storyline of spider-man looking all over the world to find his wife, who should have been killed in the airline bombing. she should stay dead, which is not such a insensible thing to ask in comics, or at least out of spider-man’s life.
one: the first place he looks is latveria, which is nuts, for two reasons; a: doctor doom does not know that mary jane is spider-man’s wife, b: the real doctor doom is on planet doom right now, leaving an android in latveria.
two: mary jane is a terrible partner; what kind of wife would nag her husband for almost being killed just for doing his job? he is spider-man; his first responsibilty is the city. she knew this going into the arrangement.
three: what happened to all that play between jill stacy and peter parker? where is all that sexual tension going to go?
four: for crying out loud, why should peter parker get tied to mary jane when spider-man could be swinging, figuratively and literally, with the black cat?
~ while i wait for my johnny cash cd’s to arrive in the mail, i have been listening to simon v mp3s; i know that he is no squarepusher, but it is about as close as you can get without actually being chased without relent and beaten without mercy through the abandoned metro stations of berlin – by zombies.
~ i can not believe that the freaking post office will put a ‘pick up’ slip in a p.o.box when the item to be picked up is junk mail. i got a slip in the middle of the night, and i went home dreaming about what enormous package was waiting for me at the post office. when i go up to the window in the morning, i hand over the slip in blissful expectation; i am rewarded with a freaking earthl*nk cd. ‘keep it.’
~ this week, i have gotten two worthwhile packages: ‘infiltration #15 – infiltration at sea!’ and ‘alabama grrl #7’. see the links page to find them.
~ why not sign the petition before the movie comes out!
~ the freaking network at the angry red office has been down for the weekend, disabling all ability to update this essential log.
~ i wonder if it would be too antagonistic to hang a sign on my door which demands that no one ask me the question, ‘what are you going to have for tomorrow?’ perhaps i could post a ready-made answer: ‘maybe, instead of weighing and judging the amount of work that others have done, so that you can determine how little you could do to get by, you could attempt to develop something on your own and achieve some progress for your own good and its own merit.’
~ there has been a skywriter above los angeles for the past few days.
~ when my speedometer stopped working, it was no cause for concern, for los angeles traffic demands that you drive at your car’s maximum possible speed at all times, which doesn’t pose a problem legally, for the mazda 323se’s top speed can never approach the legal limit without shaking itself into pieces.
after two years of climbing through the passenger side door–due to driver’s door being un-unlockable from the outside–i just gave up and stopped locking the door if i would be back at the car within forty-eight hours. however, now the door lock is broken from the inside, as well, so i can’t exit the car via the door, with the inside or the outside handle. after leap month, i’ll be returning to the bike.
