BITCH BE COOL

were clearer words ever spoken? by samuel l. jackson, perhaps. but by most men, not really.

you know who you are. that is all.

retrospecticus 6.0

i still have the cassette tape from thanksgiving 1979. i recorded my mom and her sister discussing the 25th reunion of amboy high school's class of 1954. my mom seemed to enjoy going to see people with whom she attended school. she liked talking and reminiscing. polyester all the way!

flash forward 32 years. it is now my turn to touch base with classmates. only in 1979, my mom had no internet to look up the goings-on of people in her driver's ed class. it's only been during the past five years, since the arrival of facebook, that people have been able to keep track of the goings-on in the lives of old friends. perhaps that is how people need to re-think and re-shape class reunions: much like blizzcon, allow people who can't (or simply don't wish to) be physically present an opportunity to observe online. they could watch the dancing and ranting and drinking. maybe they could even interact with classmates via the internet. just a thought. i think i might even try that, myself.

Fuck PC One More Time

it's been 3.5 years since yahoo ganked me for using the non-pc term "whitey" in y! answers. the site sucks. the email sucks. and the news that they report are the rejects from trailer trash quarterly.

lucid defecation 2.0

As Kurt Vonnegut said, so it goes. The second attempt for me. "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." So endeth the foolin'. Although I still love much of the Pyromania album.

The day has rolled with three sharp corners. Okay, two and a half. First, my roomie pecked at my mental fabric until I broke down. Truly, if I knew you were comin' I'd'a locked the door, broke ass, run away...

Next came the photo debacle. I showed Lassie (as she shall now be known, for she is NO feline) an old picture of my son. It was a decent picture, no nudity. Nothing inappropriate. Mr. Newself freaked, then Lassie responded like a trip-hammer.

Final thoughts? Fuck them. Lassie has never said one nice thing to me. Not ever. And I keep emails. Newself can reinvent his ass ad nauseum. Fuck 'em, Bucky.