6/20/06
Acknowledgement from BongBong!

I don't know how spivak manages to write so many words every single day and be so consistently witty, incoherent, funny, and profound. On top of that, he produces a regular podcast called Choke on Cock, which features his ruminations on the lack of good food in Colorado, dead-end jobs, W3C-compliant xhtml, cats, porn, The Howard Stern Show and just about everything touched by his hands like his penis. He deserves a Nobel and a Pulitzer and a restraining order for his stories about growing up in New Jersey, where his father ran poker games ouot of a Newark tenement.

I listen to these while I exercise at the gym, and I'm sure I have been branded the village idiot because I chuckle and grin the whole time I'm listening to Choke on Cock.

posted by Mork Zoolander at 05:31:45 PM

Despite the spurious accolades, I don't have the energy to contribute anything here at heptapod.org. Maybe I'll post some wry observation about vanishing Americana and my extensive collection of postcards from demolished motels that are sooo kitschy.

I am mildly concerned about my weight. The past six months have had me balloon up to something untenable and it's starting to become uncomfortable. Unfortunately I can not perceive any outlet for my anxiety which is soothed by eating lots of food. Jesus Christ, at this rate I'm wondering if I'm going to be able to fit into the seat on the plane in September.

On Sunday I had a mix of shame and pride about raddidge. I am proud of raddidge because she's really strong. Over at Uncle Wilber's fountain I grabbed her around the middle and started hugging her. She bent over and was capable of hefting my 320 pound bulk onto her back. My back gave out a little and I was limping for a bit when we returned home. The shame comes from the fact that my girlfriend is probably stronger than me.

For dinner I had leftover meatloaf and leftover macaroni and sauce. The sauce was some garlic and herb combo. Everything was alright but once I was left with only the macaroni and sauce, I realized that the sauce was unsettlingly tangy. My mind started wondering if someone had broken into my apartment and pissed in my tomato sauce jars.

Either way, it's time for bed. Enough meaningless nonsense.