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Casey/Male/31-35. Lives in United States/California/San Francisco/The Mission, speaks English and  . Spends 80% of daytime online. Uses a Faster (1M+) connection.
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United States, California, San Francisco, The Mission, English, Spanish, Casey, Male, 31-35.

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Saturday, July 7, 2001

Kick the habit.

Thinking of Miss R., who's recently quit: Check out this episode (#95) of Modern Living flash animation, um, thingie.

01:40 PM PST (link)

Ad Banner Review.

Since I get ad space on diaryland for buying a gold membership, I figured I ought to use it. I just finished this ad banner (pop-up window) to "promote" my online diary. I like it, but I'm not sure it conveys the actual whiny and mundane style of the diary. Then again, I don't think it much matters, either. What do you think...post it or not? Your comments and votes are welcome.

11:46 AM PST (link)

Friday, July 6, 2001

Sing along!

On the second year of bingo, the Sisters gave to me:
 Twelve queens quipping,
 Eleven dykes daubing,
 Ten games of bingo,
 Nine spanks from drag queens,
 Eight fashion victims,
 Seven shards of cellphone,
 Six shirtless beauhunks,
 Four nuns in habits,
 Three bad wigs,
 Two hours of laughter,
 And an ex-boyfriend working the door!

10:55 AM PST (link)

Thursday, July 5, 2001


Figuring out what works in online advertising is like hunting snipe. Maybe I do just need to change perspectives.

Nevertheless I think that person in sales actually just left out a 'p' in his email; but "a strategic gamelan" is a much more interesting visual than some tired old sports metaphor.

05:47 PM PST (link)

You were in my dream last night.

All of you were there. I was naked except for a pair of Green Glittery Doc Martins. You all hated them a lot and told me so, but as I reclined there, looking down on those fabulous boots, I didn't care. I loved them and was so happy to be wearing them.

I don't think that one needs to be analyzed much deeper, now do I?

11:54 AM PST (link)

Wednesday, July 4, 2001


"Ooooh! Red fog!"
"Aaah, blue fog!"

Fireworks in San Francisco, at least where we were, were kind of a bust. There's always next year. Though I can recommend the new show by the San Francisco Mime Troupe. See it free in Dolores Park this weekend, or at a park (or theater) around Northern California through Labor Day.

11:50 PM PST (link)

Monday, July 2, 2001

Why Work?

"If you do boring, stupid, monotonous work, chances are you’ll end up boring, stupid, and monotonous. Work is a much better explanation for the creeping cretinization all around us than even such significant moronizing mechanisms as television and education."

09:15 PM PST (link)

Sunday, July 1, 2001

Cribbed Links.

No connection. Just a bunch of links I meant to post:
· The 2001 Designer's Website Checklist. (Link Via Six Different Ways).
· Gothic Auctions. (Link Via Rebecca Blood).
· Identifont. (Link Via Chromewaves).
· This Stupid Page. (Link Via MiscMinutiae).
· Fabulosa Carmen Maura. (Link Via Living Proof).
· Stop certain cookie-based advertising with Network Advertising. (Link source lost).
· Important Latin Phrases. (Link Via Google).

And what do you think? Is Sister Betty the same Betty of Pansy and Betty? And is either one the Betty from the infamous Miss Uranus contest circa 1991?

[Addendum: Indeed, Betty Pearl (of Betty and Pansy) is the Miss Uranus in question, and there are tasteless photos (only for the brave of heart) from the evening in question as well. None of the above, it should be noted, are at all related to the wonderful singing group Betty.]

07:59 PM PST (link)

Natural and Scent-free.

My only addition to this erotic string: Thank the gods for Tom's of Maine Natural Deodorant. No alum or aluminum, and smells of nothing.

I try not to be too concerned about odor, though my goal is generally to smell of nothing: generally someone else is going to smell more than I do anyway. I wash with Hypo-Allergenic Dove because the unscented is too perfumed for my tastes. Needless to say I also haven't worn cologne since sometime around 1991. When I started going to the Hole in the Wall years ago I cheered at their "No Cologne" policy almost as much as I cheer at "No Cell Phone" Policies today.

It disgusts me when I shake someone's hand or touch a doorknob and realize that I now have their cologne on me. There are certain people at work (who will remain nameless) with whom I never want to be in closed door meetings. I would wonder why people believe that marinating in that much perfume will make them more attractive, but then that's the power of advertising, isn't it?

With that said, I'm heading back to my cup of coffee and bag of garlic potato chips....

02:34 PM PST (link)

Sticker Shock.

I got one of those "equal-sign" stickers in the mail from The Human Rights Campaign. That's fine and all, but to paraphrase Timothy Leary, queer people who seek to be equal to straight people lack ambition.

Equal Rights? Greater-than rights.

01:33 PM PST (link)


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