Existential Moment
I'm having an existential moment. I was fine. Everything was going well. I'd clocked 45 minutes of solid work. I was then supposed to do my laundry, drag my old mattress into the dumpster, mop my floor, then go back to work. But then I learned that someone in my building had died. I didn't know him that well, but I liked the poor old guy, and I don't like too many people. I spent some time with his wife and friends because it was the appropriate thing to do. She gave me a whole shitload of food. Cookies. All kinds of shit. I have no willpower, so of course I had to eat a good ten pounds of cookies. If there were another ten pounds of these cookies, I'd gladly eat them as well. And while I was eating this I turned the tube on and started watching this shit movie on the Sci-fi network, which I'm still watching, not because it's any good but because I'm getting existential. I'll eventually store up enough willpower to get back to work (probably) but now I can just think about how lonely and horny I am. And how I am going to be so fucked and homeless if I don't find a way of getting some bread together. And when I'm homeless, the least of my problems are going to be the futility of getting laid.
Saturday, November 08, 2003
Friday, November 07, 2003
Georgy Makes Campaign Stop with Biker Gang
Georgy is seen in the photo below (rear center) making a campaign stop to be photographed with one the meanest, toughest biker gangs in California, "The Road Runners."
Georgy was unable to attend the rumble which followed later between the "The Road Runners," and their rival biker gang -- "The Wile E. Coyotes," but told the gang that they were all free to come by later that evening to her house for an ice cream party, provided that they dress their wounds beforehand and not bleed all over her carpet.
Georgy is seen in the photo below (rear center) making a campaign stop to be photographed with one the meanest, toughest biker gangs in California, "The Road Runners."
Georgy was unable to attend the rumble which followed later between the "The Road Runners," and their rival biker gang -- "The Wile E. Coyotes," but told the gang that they were all free to come by later that evening to her house for an ice cream party, provided that they dress their wounds beforehand and not bleed all over her carpet.
Thursday, November 06, 2003
Blogging is for Losers
Okay, Cod eaten. What a delicious animal Cod is.
While I'm waiting for my sweet potato to cook, I am going to take this opportunity to tell you what you probably don't want to hear.
Blogging is Bad. I would even go as far as to say that Blogging is for Losers. I hate to sound like an asshole, but let's face facts: There are about 8 billion bloggers in the world. It's an estimate. I'm including the generic (Blog-like websites) as well in this figure.
So if there's 8 billion bloggers, that means there are about a Gazillion blogs being put out each day. And the sad part about this is that, with exception to a few A-list bloggers, nobody is reading these Gazillion blogs. Nobody frankly gives a shit. Even more sad is that most blogs are completely boring and useless, and nobody really cares but the blogbrains writing them. For example, I have to literally force people at gunpoint to read this blog. I also believe that it is only the threat of death which makes people say the lovely things about it that they do.
I have actually seen some very good, talented bloggers out there, but they weren't A-Listers, and I can assure you that nobody is reading even the talented bloggers, unless of course they are A-Listers.
You might argue that by my logic, not only am I a loser but Georgy is also a loser. Well, I'm a loser, but not because I blog. I am a groupie -- a Georgy groupie. There is a greater purpose to my blogging. And Georgy -- well, she has attained a celebrity status, and actually has a following, which legitimizes her blogging efforts.
Okay, Cod eaten. What a delicious animal Cod is.
While I'm waiting for my sweet potato to cook, I am going to take this opportunity to tell you what you probably don't want to hear.
Blogging is Bad. I would even go as far as to say that Blogging is for Losers. I hate to sound like an asshole, but let's face facts: There are about 8 billion bloggers in the world. It's an estimate. I'm including the generic (Blog-like websites) as well in this figure.
So if there's 8 billion bloggers, that means there are about a Gazillion blogs being put out each day. And the sad part about this is that, with exception to a few A-list bloggers, nobody is reading these Gazillion blogs. Nobody frankly gives a shit. Even more sad is that most blogs are completely boring and useless, and nobody really cares but the blogbrains writing them. For example, I have to literally force people at gunpoint to read this blog. I also believe that it is only the threat of death which makes people say the lovely things about it that they do.
I have actually seen some very good, talented bloggers out there, but they weren't A-Listers, and I can assure you that nobody is reading even the talented bloggers, unless of course they are A-Listers.
You might argue that by my logic, not only am I a loser but Georgy is also a loser. Well, I'm a loser, but not because I blog. I am a groupie -- a Georgy groupie. There is a greater purpose to my blogging. And Georgy -- well, she has attained a celebrity status, and actually has a following, which legitimizes her blogging efforts.
Georgy sees Matrix III
I am in that sort of limbo state where I am waiting for my supper to cook but am too hungry to work any more.
I always wait too long to put the meat in the oven.
Georgy blogged today about seeing Matrix III -- at work even. She works at Veritas. These are the people make my screwed-up DVD writing software. I have yet to see any CDROM/DVD writing software/hardware that works as advertised. In my opinion, it is a severely shitty technology.
Georgy didn't like Matrix III, neither did the BBC. After Seeing Matrix II, you would need to pay me to see Matrix III. I think the thing about Matrix II that bothered me so much was that scene where everyone was dancing to techo, and it went on for about 3 hours. Perhaps I'm exaggerating. It was more like an hour.
Cod is burning. Bye.
I am in that sort of limbo state where I am waiting for my supper to cook but am too hungry to work any more.
I always wait too long to put the meat in the oven.
Georgy blogged today about seeing Matrix III -- at work even. She works at Veritas. These are the people make my screwed-up DVD writing software. I have yet to see any CDROM/DVD writing software/hardware that works as advertised. In my opinion, it is a severely shitty technology.
Georgy didn't like Matrix III, neither did the BBC. After Seeing Matrix II, you would need to pay me to see Matrix III. I think the thing about Matrix II that bothered me so much was that scene where everyone was dancing to techo, and it went on for about 3 hours. Perhaps I'm exaggerating. It was more like an hour.
Cod is burning. Bye.
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
I feel as though I am comfortable enough with my masculinity to come out of the closet and tell you that I love the Power Puff Girls!
They are my heroes and I can just eat these girls up.
(I don't mean that in the dirty way.)
So long as we are on this topic, Georgy had found a quote on Gropinater's website where he used the expression "eating pussy."
Now that we have come to know Gropey, his use of the expression "eating pussy" is not too surprising, given that he is a crass bastard who has no concept of what is appropriate outside a locker room full of steroid freaks.
The strange thing about this is that not only has the quote mysteriously vanished from Gropey's website, the allusion to it on Georgy's website also seems to have vanished. It is like an Orwellian rewrite of history. Well, I wouldn't go that far, but there is a faint odor of conspiracy.
If you are reading this, Georgy, please tell me how I can find a copy of the article where the quote was made.
They are my heroes and I can just eat these girls up.
(I don't mean that in the dirty way.)
So long as we are on this topic, Georgy had found a quote on Gropinater's website where he used the expression "eating pussy."
Now that we have come to know Gropey, his use of the expression "eating pussy" is not too surprising, given that he is a crass bastard who has no concept of what is appropriate outside a locker room full of steroid freaks.
The strange thing about this is that not only has the quote mysteriously vanished from Gropey's website, the allusion to it on Georgy's website also seems to have vanished. It is like an Orwellian rewrite of history. Well, I wouldn't go that far, but there is a faint odor of conspiracy.
If you are reading this, Georgy, please tell me how I can find a copy of the article where the quote was made.
In a Time, Long, Long, Ago..."
I am supposed to be doing work right now, but have decided instead to play a little hooky. And, also, to avoid my obligations to get to the main topic of this blog: Georgy Russell.
I have decided instead to talk about sex. I once had sex. It was long ago, during my youth. I was a soldier then, during the Second Punic War. I don't remember how sex felt, but I do remember that it felt good. That is all that I can remember from a time long, long ago...
That is all. I just needed to have this nostalgic moment and get back to work now.
I am supposed to be doing work right now, but have decided instead to play a little hooky. And, also, to avoid my obligations to get to the main topic of this blog: Georgy Russell.
I have decided instead to talk about sex. I once had sex. It was long ago, during my youth. I was a soldier then, during the Second Punic War. I don't remember how sex felt, but I do remember that it felt good. That is all that I can remember from a time long, long ago...
That is all. I just needed to have this nostalgic moment and get back to work now.
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
CBS forced to pull Reagan mini-series
Source: FT.com Financial Times
CBS on Tuesday announced it was pulling The Reagans off the network, saying: "Although the mini-series features impressive production values and acting performances...it does not present a balanced portrayal of the Reagans."
Wake up you sleepyhead Americans! You're being screwed. Screwed like a black man by white guards with broomsticks in a New York City Jail.
The Right is spreading like a cancer, crushing dissent, stifling discourse and the free exchange of information. How dare we even risk tarnishing the memory of our great and fearless former leader, Ronald Reagan. How dare we!
You don't have to take this shit quietly, ya bunch of passive bastards. Get out there with your blogs, or whatever tool is at your disposal, and extricate this heinous cancer!
Source: FT.com Financial Times
CBS on Tuesday announced it was pulling The Reagans off the network, saying: "Although the mini-series features impressive production values and acting performances...it does not present a balanced portrayal of the Reagans."
Wake up you sleepyhead Americans! You're being screwed. Screwed like a black man by white guards with broomsticks in a New York City Jail.
The Right is spreading like a cancer, crushing dissent, stifling discourse and the free exchange of information. How dare we even risk tarnishing the memory of our great and fearless former leader, Ronald Reagan. How dare we!
You don't have to take this shit quietly, ya bunch of passive bastards. Get out there with your blogs, or whatever tool is at your disposal, and extricate this heinous cancer!
Georgy Russell, my dream woman
Georgy Russells' Blog
Georgy's Gubernatorial Campaign Website
I hate for the first words to come out of this blog to sound so mean-spirited, but who is the retarded idiot who wrote the registration forms for blogger? I must of tried ten aliases before I settled on a shitty one that wasn't in use. And every time I tried an alias that was already in use, the password fields would clear. It got really annoying. Then on the next form, where it wants a title for the blog, when I submitted the form, it tells me the title is too long, but doesn't tell me what the character limit is.
What irks me is not so much the incompetence of this programmer, but the fact that I am a terminally unemployed programmer, and incompetent idiot programmers are out there living the good life while I am reduced to the sad state of writing a pathetic blog.
While this blog is pathetic, the object of this blog, Georgy Russell, is not. Georgy is a former candidate for
Governor of California. She is young. I'm too lazy right now to find her exact age, but it's around 23. Comparatively speaking I am old. I am 37. I would say that I strongly agree with Georgy's progressive beliefs, yet, if it were just her political opinions, I wouldn't be writing this blog. I'm going to be straight with you: I love Georgy.
Now don't get me wrong. It is not a weird, stalker type of love. I have not, nor will not attempt to contact Georgy in any way, unless she contacts me first. I don't expect Georgy to contact me either. While I lead an overactive fantasy life, I am fully prepared to submit to the harsh reality of a world without ever knowing Georgy personally. I am even prepared to face the inevitability of the bastard New York Yankees stealing another pennant away from the Red Sox. I can handle reality. I can handle the truth.
The type of love I feel for Georgy is akin to say, the love you might have for a beautiful movie star that is also highly intelligent. And when they inevitably marry, you think, "O shit, that blows my whole goddamn fantasy of becoming a screenwriter and meeting them by chance at a party some day." (You inevitably get more fantasy
fodder, as Hollywood marriages typically last only a few years -- and that's dog years.)
Georgy is not only tremendously cute, and sharp as hell, but she's independent. She does her own thing and doesn't give a shit if people don't like it. Georgy represents, for me, everything I always wanted in woman, yet never had.
I think that Georgy's words merit closer analysis. I am going to treat Georgy's Blog as I would the Talmud, going over it word by word to get at the ultimate truth. And, hopefully, other followers will comment on what I have to say, and, who knows? … maybe I will start a whole revolution. Old guys will come out of the woodwork everywhere, open their windows and shout out, "I'm old and lonely as hell, and I love Georgy, damnit!"
I should also add that this is not going to be simply a fan blog. This is a critical analysis of Georgy Russell. I am going to attempt to employ critical thinking in my analysis of her statements, and when I see something questionable, or something I don't agree with, I'm going to let you know.
I will probably feel compelled to poke fun of Georgy at times, because some of the things she does are a little crazy, yet, I hope blogbrains will understand that I really do have a great deal of respect for this young woman. I think that if we didn't have Georgys in this world, there wouldn't be much of a point to living. Georgy is the hope of the future.
Georgy Russells' Blog
Georgy's Gubernatorial Campaign Website
I hate for the first words to come out of this blog to sound so mean-spirited, but who is the retarded idiot who wrote the registration forms for blogger? I must of tried ten aliases before I settled on a shitty one that wasn't in use. And every time I tried an alias that was already in use, the password fields would clear. It got really annoying. Then on the next form, where it wants a title for the blog, when I submitted the form, it tells me the title is too long, but doesn't tell me what the character limit is.
What irks me is not so much the incompetence of this programmer, but the fact that I am a terminally unemployed programmer, and incompetent idiot programmers are out there living the good life while I am reduced to the sad state of writing a pathetic blog.
While this blog is pathetic, the object of this blog, Georgy Russell, is not. Georgy is a former candidate for
Governor of California. She is young. I'm too lazy right now to find her exact age, but it's around 23. Comparatively speaking I am old. I am 37. I would say that I strongly agree with Georgy's progressive beliefs, yet, if it were just her political opinions, I wouldn't be writing this blog. I'm going to be straight with you: I love Georgy.
Now don't get me wrong. It is not a weird, stalker type of love. I have not, nor will not attempt to contact Georgy in any way, unless she contacts me first. I don't expect Georgy to contact me either. While I lead an overactive fantasy life, I am fully prepared to submit to the harsh reality of a world without ever knowing Georgy personally. I am even prepared to face the inevitability of the bastard New York Yankees stealing another pennant away from the Red Sox. I can handle reality. I can handle the truth.
The type of love I feel for Georgy is akin to say, the love you might have for a beautiful movie star that is also highly intelligent. And when they inevitably marry, you think, "O shit, that blows my whole goddamn fantasy of becoming a screenwriter and meeting them by chance at a party some day." (You inevitably get more fantasy
fodder, as Hollywood marriages typically last only a few years -- and that's dog years.)
Georgy is not only tremendously cute, and sharp as hell, but she's independent. She does her own thing and doesn't give a shit if people don't like it. Georgy represents, for me, everything I always wanted in woman, yet never had.
I think that Georgy's words merit closer analysis. I am going to treat Georgy's Blog as I would the Talmud, going over it word by word to get at the ultimate truth. And, hopefully, other followers will comment on what I have to say, and, who knows? … maybe I will start a whole revolution. Old guys will come out of the woodwork everywhere, open their windows and shout out, "I'm old and lonely as hell, and I love Georgy, damnit!"
I should also add that this is not going to be simply a fan blog. This is a critical analysis of Georgy Russell. I am going to attempt to employ critical thinking in my analysis of her statements, and when I see something questionable, or something I don't agree with, I'm going to let you know.
I will probably feel compelled to poke fun of Georgy at times, because some of the things she does are a little crazy, yet, I hope blogbrains will understand that I really do have a great deal of respect for this young woman. I think that if we didn't have Georgys in this world, there wouldn't be much of a point to living. Georgy is the hope of the future.
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