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Friday, May 2, 2003

Luddite Weekend.

There's one child coming with us up to Mendocino this weekend, the one with whom I've played Pokémon. The one who said I didn't suck as bad as his dad did at the James Bond game. (Note the subtext there: I still sucked at it. That's 10-year-old boys for you.) We get along pretty well among a bunch of adults because of the video game connection. But he's on restriction for undisclosed bad behavior and is not allowed access to entertainment technology. No TV, no Playstation, Nothing.

I'm debating whether or not to join him in luddite solidarity and leave all my electrical entertainment bits home. No Gameboy. No PalmPilot. No iPod. I mean, it seems hardly fair to sit in front of the child and play Zelda, you know? I could bring my book, my crossword puzzles, my travel board games. Traveling light. I might fit everything in one bag. Besides, I could really get away from it all, get back to nature, realign my spirit with the universe....

On the other hand, he's the one on restriction. Will the GameCube will fit in my suitcase? I suppose not. Darn.

09:49 AM PST (link)

Wednesday, April 30, 2003

It's YOUR Hell; YOU Burn In It.

I don't think I can express how much things like this photo—or more specifically, the things I expect people to do with this photo—frighten me. (Link via John Kusch.) I mean, come on. The fact that your logo is easier to draw does not mean you have Divine Providence.

I mean, if that was how it worked, I'd have signed up for Verizon a long time ago.

Of course, those who disagree with me will be happy to know exactly where I'll be while I'm burning in Hell. (link via Scapegoatee.) Those of you who do agree with me will also know where to come by when you visit. Please bring ice water. Click to see my results... (See More)

04:17 PM PST (link)

Monday, April 28, 2003

Light-Headed.

My goodness. That previous entry was originally supposed to be a lighthearted and amusing little anecdote; supposed to be sweetness and Strawberry Shortcake, but had gone somehow awry.

So many things going on. The too-many-bloggers-to-link birthday party this weekend was quite an event; luckily I was able to maintain my composure, mostly, despite having to try all the delicious varieties of the Soju and Sangria our hosts made available. (I think it was the champagne which went straight to my head, however, leaving me to nurse a small headache all the next day.)

My inability to read the time printed clearly on our tickets inspired a mad rush with the Boyfriend to the first of four They Might Be Giants concerts. (John Linnell described it as "appealing to that thin niche of people" who would want to see the same band four times in a row. That would include me, apparantly. At least they're all supposed to be different shows.) And, of course, there has been a lot of Animal Crossing, particularly now that the Roommate has moved into town. It's one happy little village of love and light, as long as the bee-yatch doesn't steal my goddamn oranges before I can plant them. "Tee-hee!"

But I've been completely useless at work today; my head full of air. I've been too busy planning my long weekend, my nights out this week, my outfit for Bingo on thursday, Jason's stay with us in May. And wondering where they make balloons.

06:20 PM PST (link)