2/1/08
The Ink Spots have really caught my fancy even though I only have three of their songs. My Bloody Valentine's Loveless is still one of the best albums I have ever heard. Writing like Larry King means spivak is being lazy with heptapod.org. Thursday felt like a Friday and I was disappointed to learn that it wasn't Friday. Fortunately Friday is a mandatory unpaid half day. Okay more like unfortunately but I don't want to discuss the situation. Should I ever go to the emergency room in the future I now have insurance which will cover that which isn't covered by my health insurance. Dinner at Asian Empire wasn't that good much to my disappointment yet it was a Thursday night and the joint was practically empty so why the hell should they keep the trays full of food lest it go to waste? I am seriously digging H.P. Lovecraft: A Life. Those of you who haven't been following heptapod.org, and shame on you for not following this site, this is S.T. Joshi's hagiography of the gifted pulp author hailing from the early twentieth century. I guess the uninitiated might believe that H.P. Lovecraft: A Life might be a new White Wolf World of Darkness campaign setting considering the structure of the title. heptapod.org is your home for oblique and obscure humor. On Wednesday night I spoke with Brian on the phone and man oh man was it awkward. The best analogy that ran through my head while I was talking with him was imagining an alternate reality where I plugged my skull with some 22 caliber aspirin back in 2000 over one of my many post-Malyss relationships which amounted to empty one-night stands with women that were toxic to me or really didn't love me just loved the idea of me, that which amounts to the façade of spivak at hoary and rumor-haunted LambdaMOO. Yeah it's one of those morepigs without purty pictures, furries with eight foot 3D schlongs and blood elves. Eight years later I step out of the mist of the grave and approach him only to realize everything has changed and I've been gone far too long to rekindle any semblance of friendship with this fine fellow. People change, life ebbs and flows and life goes on despite how much people want it to remain static for eternity for the simple sake of pleasure. Let's not mention the disappointment I felt when he declared that Hillary or McCain would be fine candidates. The former is coldly efficient and evil while the latter flip-flops to appease his constituents rather than remaining true to his core beliefs. The editor-in-chief of heptapod.org, not the site, currently holds the opinion that Obama may very well be the chemotherapy which will cure this one grand Republic of the cancer which has spread from sea to shining sea where each citizen has been redefined as a suspect moreso with the suspension of habeas corpus. Anyway it made me a bit wistful but not soul crushingly maudlin where I would be incapable of functioning for a week while I attempted to collate and file this information for future reference. What brought a smile to my face was the realization that Jaybird and maribou remain my friends. That elmgrows considers me a friend and holds me in good esteem and the feeling is mutual but shall forevermore be lacking in masturbation. I should not throw away the present for a past which was left behind, packed into cardboard boxes to collect dust. Everything is good.
The Ink Spots have really caught my fancy even though I only have three of their songs. My Bloody Valentine's Loveless is still one of the best albums I have ever heard. Writing like Larry King means spivak is being lazy with heptapod.org. Thursday felt like a Friday and I was disappointed to learn that it wasn't Friday. Fortunately Friday is a mandatory unpaid half day. Okay more like unfortunately but I don't want to discuss the situation. Should I ever go to the emergency room in the future I now have insurance which will cover that which isn't covered by my health insurance. Dinner at Asian Empire wasn't that good much to my disappointment yet it was a Thursday night and the joint was practically empty so why the hell should they keep the trays full of food lest it go to waste? I am seriously digging H.P. Lovecraft: A Life. Those of you who haven't been following heptapod.org, and shame on you for not following this site, this is S.T. Joshi's hagiography of the gifted pulp author hailing from the early twentieth century. I guess the uninitiated might believe that H.P. Lovecraft: A Life might be a new White Wolf World of Darkness campaign setting considering the structure of the title. heptapod.org is your home for oblique and obscure humor. On Wednesday night I spoke with Brian on the phone and man oh man was it awkward. The best analogy that ran through my head while I was talking with him was imagining an alternate reality where I plugged my skull with some 22 caliber aspirin back in 2000 over one of my many post-Malyss relationships which amounted to empty one-night stands with women that were toxic to me or really didn't love me just loved the idea of me, that which amounts to the façade of spivak at hoary and rumor-haunted LambdaMOO. Yeah it's one of those morepigs without purty pictures, furries with eight foot 3D schlongs and blood elves. Eight years later I step out of the mist of the grave and approach him only to realize everything has changed and I've been gone far too long to rekindle any semblance of friendship with this fine fellow. People change, life ebbs and flows and life goes on despite how much people want it to remain static for eternity for the simple sake of pleasure. Let's not mention the disappointment I felt when he declared that Hillary or McCain would be fine candidates. The former is coldly efficient and evil while the latter flip-flops to appease his constituents rather than remaining true to his core beliefs. The editor-in-chief of heptapod.org, not the site, currently holds the opinion that Obama may very well be the chemotherapy which will cure this one grand Republic of the cancer which has spread from sea to shining sea where each citizen has been redefined as a suspect moreso with the suspension of habeas corpus. Anyway it made me a bit wistful but not soul crushingly maudlin where I would be incapable of functioning for a week while I attempted to collate and file this information for future reference. What brought a smile to my face was the realization that Jaybird and maribou remain my friends. That elmgrows considers me a friend and holds me in good esteem and the feeling is mutual but shall forevermore be lacking in masturbation. I should not throw away the present for a past which was left behind, packed into cardboard boxes to collect dust. Everything is good.
Now I want to see what the weekend will bring me or what I will bring to this weekend.
