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Friday, August 16, 2002

Off- And Online Friends.

Speak of the devil: Katrina had just posted that our mutual friend Rain Graves was having a signing for her new book. (September 3rd at Borderlands Books in San Francisco.) Well, how happy was I to see her at a co-worker's art opening last night? I teased her about her signing ("Oh, right, there will only be three people there, huh?") and she told a far-too-commonly-heard story about finding other work while waiting for a check to come from the publisher. "The check is in the mail," indeed. If you like dark fiction and verse, or horror writing, check her out.

It's also good to see that my friend Mike is writing online again. And I'm not just saying that because he called me a "looker" on his site. (Say what? Are you OK there, Mike?)

I might also point out that I know a few people who play in the San Francisco Extreme Croquet Club, but I won't name names to protect the, er, guilty. Cocktails and croquet? Sounds like a good time to me.

04:59 PM PST (link)

Wednesday, August 14, 2002

It Was All, Like, Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep!

All I know is, if I bought a new top-of-the-line PowerMac, [(Fingers in ears) I don't need one, I don't need one, la la la la la...] I'd be pretty fuckin' high too.

(Comic? Icon? Desktop Picture? Frisbee?)

03:28 PM PST (link)

John, The Euphemism You Want Is 'Relocation.'

Many thanks to Chuck for finding a piece on Ashcroft's little-reported plan for Internment Camps for U.S. Citizens. Little reported until now, I suppose. I heard this on NPR this morning as I stumbled into the kitchen. I thought I was just half-asleep, since the report made such little sense. Nebulously defined "enemy combatants" get locked away on suspicions by the man who controls advises the President? Doesn't that sound like something we tried before? I mean, what sort of maniac would propose that again?

That answers my question.

03:03 PM PST (link)

Headaches and Headphones.

Oof. I'm not yet back into the swing of this week. I had a lot of fun on Sunday afternoon/evening. I also drank a bit more than usual. (Well, I was intoxicated for a longer period of time; I've been more drunk than that.) There's a reason why I rarely drink like that; I think my hangover headache is finally passing, three days later. Drink more water.

Until I can write a good diary entry about it, I'm kind of stuck for content. The Meyers-Briggs test seems to have gone around again. I took it again but nothing's changed. Please go stand by the stairs so that I can protect you. Not too exciting.

More exciting is George's Earphone Project. I almost always have earphones in for my walk home, in my own little world as I tear up the pavement. Here's what yesterday's walk was like.

01:08 AM PST (link)

Sunday, August 11, 2002

Flocked Wallpaper Extravaganza!

David Gwynn's Birthday Dinner
Nice to know that I wasn't the first vegetarian to attend David's Birthday Dinner. David and Mark were very cute together—proof that you can be curmudgeonly and crazy for somebody else. The Boyfriend asked me later, "How many of these people have Websites?" Well, I know of Betty's, Sarah's, and Dan's (I think...right?), so that's just about everyone there. Besides, doesn't everyone in the Bay Area have their own domain name by now?

Happy Birthday David; here's to many more. Now I'm off to drink some beer.

04:39 PM PST (link)


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