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broken?
i'll get the super glue...

It'll be here soon...til then, brew up some super-black tea and take the time to zone out when you can.

maybe you could turn old people on to some new books...you could pass out copies of the joy of sex to every old person you see...

what are you reading now?
right now im reading through two books, the book of the new sun..a trilogy set in the future with a dying sun crammed into one big book. and the necronomicon..a book written either a possessed arab or by hp lovecraft, supposedly no one knows for sure who wrote it.

crazybob works in a book store. The store was mad at the amount of books that were being stolen (by the public). Solution? Drug test the employees!
I work in a library...which means I sign people up for the internet. Not many questions on books. To be fair, my recommendations would probably be too obscure for people, and I'm online a lot...but I wish more of these people would read some books.
I dunno if Sue Grafton sucks, but I hate to read mystery reviews at work; they usually are very formulaic and blend into each other.

next time you could wear a gasmask...

There's nothing like checking the same diary entry for five days in a row to make you feel like a SG addict!

yes, very well said, disgusted is the right reaction.

Don't miss public transportation at ALL... aside from the hygeine issues... there always seemed to be one or two of the "Religion Conversionists" on the bus... trying to get everyone to switch to their skewed view of how the universe works...

i just went from being a night owl to a morning person, but not really by choice. my work changed my schedule around. still trying to adjust to that.
premature aging? being called sir...thinking to myself "damn kids"...realizing that i should have listened more to my parents...the list could go on and on...

I was going to comment, but then I remembered... I'm just over a year away from being 40... there's not a damn thing premature about my aging...

i think you should name your piercing 'Emerald' after the pretty green jewel you had her christened with. No doubt when its healed, you'll be changing jewellery now and again, and i think Emerald would be a nice reminder?

Happy Valentines Day!

I had an alone-day, but I dug it. I did a hell of a lot of SG stuff all morning (couldn't sleep) and tonight; you're never alone with an online community! Love to SG inhabitants!

Re: modern art, minimalism - I know what you mean. My friend Jimmy is into Mark Rothko. He was telling me how when you stand in front of it in the museum you can really feel the emotional aspect of it. I dunno. In books, it looks like blurry colors to me.
When somebody puts up an installation of, say, a couple of flourescent light strips...to me, that is NOT art. It is design. When someone is just manipulating shapes and colors, I'm often of the conclusion that that is design, not art.
I think art can be abstract, but it should represent some figure or thing. Blurs n squiggly lines don't move me.

Yeah, doing Rocky was cool...for a while. I started off playing the Criminologist, became one of the cast's two main Riff Raffs, became the cast's ONLY Riff, started alternating between Riff and Eddie, and finally graduated to playing Frank. After a while it started to suck, because the audience stopped caring about how much work we put into actual performance. They just wanted to scream obscenities at the screen and maybe see some boobz. I'd like to someday at least do Eddie one more time, though.

maybe a UFO scared them off. I hear UFOs like to scare truckers...

I...I love yewwww! *tear*

You're so cute. I couldn't stop giggling when my coworker sat on a box of kettle corn the other day and it made this *crunch!* sound and she stood up immediately. I was on the ground holding my side. It hurt so bad laughing so much. I still giggle about it to myself and people think I'm nuts! Teeheehee. You had to be there I guess. You shoulda seen my face. It was almost like this guy but like...with my face. Openmouthed and stuff.

One of the most heartbreaking things I've ever seen is my friend Lo's cat. It wasn't even a car, it was just an accident. She fell off Lo's balcony while Lo was away, and Lo is like me, a struggling artist and couldn't afford vet fees. She healed badly, and because it was a clean break, it dangles loosely within the skin and tendons.

She gets around just fine on three, she is very healthy...it's even funny to see how she handles physical challenges. But it punches right through my manly emotional defenses and pulls a heartstring.

It's ironic because SHE has no problem with it and gets on with life. I'M not the one that's crippled and I'M the one that smarts. How's that for a pet teaching you a lesson in personal philosophy?

[Edited on Feb 03, 2003]

When I was saying at the end there, up above, "If you could see our pets," I was trying to convey to people who might not get putting their pet to sleep, or that it's "playing God" (not that anyone made the accusation, but in case anybody thought it was an easily-arrived-at position)...I was trying to say, in the very end, it's the TOUGHEST thing to do.

I hate to even see an animal just sick, not even mortally, but at all. They look so lost; they have no clue what's happening. Few years ago, when our other cat, Isabella, got an eye infection and just ceased to move at all, sitting all day, every day, on a couch, fur taking on a coarse, unkempt look...even THAT was tough to witness (we got her some cat-pills; she was fine after a lil while).

did you hit the jar, because it wouldn't open?

i had a funny mishap like that once with a bottle of iced tea ,driving through the desert from phoenix, az to los angeles, ca.
at a gas stop i pulled the glass bottle out of my ice chest and, because it wouldn't open, slapped the lid with my palm, which made the glass bottom snap off and all the liquid shoot onto my jeans.
so i continued my journey in my boxers ,with the denim wavin in the scorchin sun ,tied to the outside mirror

i LOVE roadtrips

[Edited on Jan 28, 2003]