It's about seven here in Seattle. I've been home for a couple of hours, and I've been knocking around doing this and that. I just picked up some tofu phad thai and grabbed a couple bottles on Aranciata. My feet are curled up under me as I scan through the day's RSS feeds and sneak a bite or two out of my dinner. Blade Runner is playing in the periphery. Outside the weather has turned cooler but came out very clear at the end of the day. I was pleased to be able to wear my athletically-cut, expensive-enough-to-not-have-a-logo cashmere sweater today, which pair with my detagged jeans and futuristic Japanese sneakers and rimless German titanium eyeglasses lend me that "art crowd" look that so amuses me. Earlier today, I had an existential crisis about buying or not buying a mammoth LCD TV, and just a moment ago, I wondered, looking at a picture of the XBOX team arriving at the Tokyo Game Show, if Evisu jeans were falling out of fashion in Japan yet given that even dorky Americans wore them now.
This has been a pointless snapshot of my privileged little dull life, and deep down, I think it's as ridiculous as most of you do.
This has been a pointless snapshot of my privileged little dull life, and deep down, I think it's as ridiculous as most of you do.
mistersatan:
Well, as long as we're all in agreement about the matter.
mistersatan:
A cloud of guns controlled by murder thoughts.
