tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31108712011-04-21T18:47:58.993-07:00the annexwhere i am when i'm not <a href="http://achren.diaryland.com">there</a>M.noreply@blogger.comBlogger641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-1109187120609960552005-02-23T11:26:00.000-08:002005-02-23T11:32:00.610-08:00Hey, did you know emo is actually a whole genre "associated with promoting the cutting culture"? Yeah, me neither. But I did know that it's hardly a "new craze." Between those two massive gaps between Malkin's column and reality, I hardly wanted to link it, but the emo bit, well, it's a little infuriating. Is it worth writing a letter to set the author straight? That, I'm not so sure about.M.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-1109095588731395712005-02-22T10:04:00.000-08:002005-02-22T10:06:39.613-08:00Haven't played yet, but still: ooh. The Hitchhiker game, with pictures? Sounds fun, looks cartoony...I could see myself playing this in the bar some evening while I wait for J. to get done with band practice.And for quick reference: The Handy Dandy LiveJournal Cheat Sheet, because I can never remember those codes.I don't want to do any work today.What else is new?M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-1108870767040311022005-02-19T19:37:00.000-08:002005-02-19T19:39:27.040-08:00Note to self: remember to read this article on Iain Banks somewhere where the internet connection is of a speed that does not require spending more time watching the Salon Daily Pass load than reading the article.That was a kind of convoluted sentence.Off to see Kinsey, even though I feel a little guilty watching it without J.M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-1108753049404002472005-02-18T10:54:00.000-08:002005-02-18T10:57:29.406-08:00Martin just pointed me to TaDa List, which is supposed to be all, y'know, helpful and useful and practical and stuff. But all I want to do with is is make giant lists of books read, books purchased but not read, movies seen, movies I need to see, habits I need to break, cheap bottles of wine I've purchased at Trader Joe's, and so on and so forth.But I took yesterday off, napped, watched the M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-1107539936203300912005-02-04T09:51:00.000-08:002005-02-04T09:58:56.216-08:00Hot diggity damn but I think I just forgot all about this annex thingy. No one's ever going to look at it, but that's cool; I am forever finding links to things at work and sending myself stupid one line emails that then clog up my inbox, and I could just be using this instead. Duh. Super duh.
This one came from Martin:
Buffyology. Now, initially I scoffed a bit, and reminded him that I've been M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-900621172003-03-03T10:37:00.000-08:002003-03-03T10:38:16.000-08:00I change three answers, I get the same results. Interesting, seeing as I'm not so fond of abstract music...
congrats! you are an artsy indie fuck! youunderstand way more then any normal human beingin so much ways. you listen to the mostexcellent abstract music and analize everythingit means and even doesnt mean! art is the lifearound us and no one else could possibly thinkabout understanding it
M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-882266872003-01-29T13:10:00.000-08:002003-01-29T13:17:08.000-08:00I'm not really even friends with OSX. But I'm working on it.
Which OS are You?
Second time around I wound up Palm OS. I don't know how to interpret that.
Also: oh, fuck me. I just had an "I love this song!" moment. About Oasis. Granted, the song in question is "(What's the Story?) Morning Glory", but still. Something is incorrectly aligned in here.
I say it all the time, but this space needs M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-854177042002-12-02T21:28:00.000-08:002002-12-02T21:28:39.813-08:00Pico Dulce! I don't know when I saw him last, but it's good to know he's out there. Over there. In blog world. And stuff. Uh, what was I talking about?M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-833960782002-10-23T01:43:00.000-07:002002-10-23T01:43:22.840-07:00After I got soaked walking back from filling out an application at Starbucks, I saw a rainbow.
It pretty much made my day.M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-828806432002-10-12T03:43:00.000-07:002002-10-12T03:43:30.680-07:00Well, duh.
Which Personality Disorder Do You Have? brought to you by Quizilla
There are twelve-year-olds in this internet cafe doing repeated - and awful - Austin Powers impressions.
I saw Goldmember two days ago and now I find these impressions doubly annoying.
That movie sucked.M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-820299342002-09-23T21:35:00.000-07:002002-09-23T21:35:58.990-07:00Just ignore this link, please. It's morbid as all hell, but it's here for a reason.M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-819995022002-09-23T09:35:00.000-07:002002-09-23T09:35:20.690-07:00I wish Joss Whedon was my friend.M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-814091922002-09-10T09:05:00.000-07:002002-09-10T09:05:05.123-07:00Fucking! Archives! Where are you?M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-813851012002-09-09T19:26:00.000-07:002002-09-09T19:30:40.000-07:00This ROCKS. And I've never even heard the Locust.
What fashionable underground band/style are you?
this quiz was made by the sunni bunni bear
What revolution are You?Made by altern_active
You are the most universal mythical beast ever. Sightings of the unicorn have been reported from all over the world, even in these modern times. Unicorns are pure and incorruptible. In China, unicorns M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-813419872002-09-08T21:21:00.000-07:002002-09-08T21:23:31.000-07:00It's been months, and too many of them. I need to start using this space for links, pop culture crap, and other miscellany. But for now, of course, some of the usual: many quiz results.
Which Literary Heroine Are You?
Which 10 Things I Hate About You Character Are You?
Who's Your Josie Alter-ego?
You are 20% geekOK, so maybe you ain't a geek. You do, at least, show a bit of interest in the M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-772978802002-06-03T12:21:00.000-07:002003-03-03T10:40:40.000-08:00always more stupid quizzes, i can't resist:
:: how jedi are you? ::
Which Season are you?
Which Piercing are you?
Find your inner Smurf!
~Find Your Beauty Aura~M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-763132782002-05-08T11:57:00.000-07:002002-09-22T11:23:51.000-07:00Time for a thousand quiz results!
Which Member of the Endless Are You?
Um, I like this one, and everyone took it so obviously so should I, but what's the Endless?
Classy.
Captain NeedaAww! You're a great guy... but maybe a little too polite. It could get you into trouble someday. In the meantime, you're an absolute cutie. Chicks dig you.Take the Imperial Test at Bucketheads!
When I M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-753066652002-04-11T18:17:00.000-07:002002-04-11T18:17:53.836-07:00I haven't been here in a long time.
But diaryland is down,
and I'm drinking,
and I'm off to see the Detachment Kit and Thursday and Sparta shortly,
and I have a thousand things to do - not literally - before I leave tomorrow.
And I thought about very unwisely giving the password to the secret diary out tonight.
I gotta not do that.
Porgins: (just so you know I am changing your buddy icon M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-104202412002-03-05T12:52:00.000-08:002002-03-05T12:52:49.000-08:00
My Smiths anthem is... "How Soon Is Now?"
On the up side, you are the most famous Smiths song, ever. On the down side, you are neck deep in your own problems and have this little problem with experiencing happiness for more than five minutes at a time. You'd love to have love, but are not quite sure how one goes about getting it. You are probably growing cynical. You're one of millions, but M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-99704952002-02-21T10:59:00.000-08:002002-02-21T10:59:17.656-08:00if those fuckers downstairs insist on giving me hot coffee poured over ice half the times that i order iced coffee, i might as well just throw away $1.35 on a semi-regular basis, because there is no fucking way i'm going to drink that shit.
GAH!
i really, really wanted an iced coffee.M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-97708032002-02-15T14:12:00.000-08:002002-09-22T11:18:27.000-07:00>Which Evil Criminal are You?M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-97207172002-02-14T06:47:00.000-08:002002-09-22T11:14:52.000-07:00From the Neil Gaiman quote (from American Gods) on my bulletin board at work:
"I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating..."
Depending on my mood, different lines from this quote jump out at me. Today, appropriately, it's this one.M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-95940222002-02-10T19:44:00.000-08:002002-02-10T19:44:03.026-08:00What are you waiting for?M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-93739072002-02-04T13:11:00.000-08:002002-02-04T13:11:14.723-08:00For what has to be the hundred thousandth time: I fucking hate feeling stupid at work because I don't know something. But you know what? Nobody's ever told me these things, and thus, I don't know them. I don't even know what the damn terms mean. And thus something easy and simple that I should be able to do is out of my hands again because I've never been told how much of this form is really M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-92036692002-01-30T11:28:00.000-08:002002-09-22T11:21:34.000-07:00stop me before i take any more of these.
(i was bad badtz-maru, bubbles, cherry flavor, and radiohead's the bends, but when graphics die, i take 'em down.)
I am a hip critter. I showed up fasionably late with Super Mario World and have started launching your own career since then. In maybe 10-15 years, my popularity will rival Mario's. Not that I'm competing with him. He's my bud. I'm M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-91980892002-01-30T08:15:00.000-08:002002-01-30T08:15:53.956-08:00Oh. My day was just made. I read a manuscript yesterday for the editor here that I most admire, and she'd asked me to do it quickly, so I did: read it over lunch and typed up my report by the end of the day.
She just came in saying, "I can't thank you enough. This is excellent - you're really good. You've captured all that's charming about it without getting stuck on the bad parts. And you did M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-91634762002-01-29T09:27:00.000-08:002002-01-29T09:27:25.830-08:00mutiple goddess personality disorder. three results.
See which Greek Goddess you are.
M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-91625042002-01-29T08:54:00.000-08:002002-01-29T08:54:05.366-08:00i never post here. but i should. so i am here to say that moments after i wrote "more coffee, more coffee, more coffee", my boss appeared and put a small coffee on my desk. "you want that?" he asked.
unnatural. i think it was his coffee and he decided not to drink it, 'cause it's just milk, no sugar, but it's still funny. ten points for bossman.M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-76993942001-12-06T08:43:00.000-08:002002-01-18T07:47:15.000-08:00If I were a work of art, I would be Heironymous Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights.I am decadent and depraved. I have an eye for small details and love to fit in as much hedonistic pleasure as possible in everything I do. I buck authority and am not afraid to make a statement outside approved channels.Which work of art would you be? The Art TestM.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-74781022001-11-28T12:31:00.000-08:002001-11-28T12:31:44.906-08:00don't mind me. i'm just going to sit over here and sulk.M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-72699122001-11-20T09:37:00.000-08:002001-11-20T09:39:38.000-08:00If I was an Autobot, I'd be:
M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-71500812001-11-15T11:40:00.000-08:002001-11-15T11:40:56.246-08:00M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-70942112001-11-13T11:34:00.000-08:002001-11-13T11:34:56.000-08:00i am 49% emo.
[ the emo test ]M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-69438442001-11-07T10:01:00.000-08:002001-11-07T10:01:38.506-08:00the 10-day forecast for new york city on weather.com says, without variation, "partly cloudy."
can't it just fucking rain already?
also, the mayoral election results make me want to crawl into bed with the covers up to my ears. four more years of bullshit "quality of life" things and like we needed a fucking millionaire to tell us how to rebuild our city. it's about the people, not the money. M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-67917762001-11-01T11:59:00.000-08:002001-11-01T11:59:40.763-08:00there is something massively satisfying about being told, "you look as if you've been a redhead all your life!" after i've finally, finally dyed my hair.
beautiful. i am so pleased.M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-65537012001-10-23T08:19:00.000-07:002001-10-23T08:19:49.456-07:00fucking people on the fucking phone i don't care about your life story or your kooky friend whose book you want to show me especially if you don't fucking get to the point already.
GAAAAH.
that was so not what i came here to post but then the phone rang and i got extrememly irritated.
really what i was going to say was this:
neil gaiman's american gods bibliography.
that is so not what my M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-63786082001-10-16T07:03:00.000-07:002001-10-16T07:03:53.493-07:00i was just talking to the big boss here about how the news is making me paranoid that just getting a cold is something worse...and that i don't want to get any sicker.
"well," she said, "you could always, you know, take some yuckinacea, zinc..."
i just like that she called echinacea "yuckinacea." pretty clear that she has kids, no?
my head hurts. and so does my throat.
but the star wars M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-62176892001-10-09T10:57:00.000-07:002001-10-09T10:57:10.833-07:00lately i keep wondering, in an i-want-to-write-an-essay sort of way, why it is that people have kids. why it's still set forth out there as The Goal, the thing that we're all supposed to eventually do. it's not like the world really needs more humans right now. let alone four or five of them and a big house in the suburbs. but people still really want to have kids. and i don't think i get it. andM.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-61127692001-10-04T13:18:00.000-07:002001-10-04T13:22:00.000-07:00i will never, ever tired of adam kempa's barnes & noble stories. i've been there, oh yes, i have. in both the cafe and the bookstore parts. thankfully i have repressed many of those memories, like the details of the smelly woman that sent me all over the store as if i was her personal page. but the cafe manager who licked my friend and coworker janelle, that i remember. and the woman who M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-60582062001-10-02T08:27:00.000-07:002001-10-02T08:27:13.300-07:00one of the best things about fall, as far as i'm concerned, is candy corn. i know i can eat it year-round, if i really want to, but it's just not appropriate the rest of the time.
also, i think my job is making me unhealthily charmed by binder clips.
everyone else is linking it, so why don't i? i giggled. wryly.M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-60323592001-10-01T07:14:00.000-07:002001-10-01T07:15:12.000-07:00i haven't been here for awhile. but my bookmarks list at work is getting long, and these are articles i think should be more widely read - by people in this country, not just the uk. huzzah for the uk news, which, while not infallible, i'm sure, lets writers - not just journalists - have a voice. martin amis's article below was enough to shut me up about everything for awhile. he gets it. i wish M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-58047662001-09-20T09:02:00.000-07:002001-09-20T09:02:17.446-07:00yesterday someone at work asked her assistant, "when will a siren just be a siren?"
there are wailing fire engines outside and i am wondering the same thing. these are more insistent sirens than usual and my chest tightens as i wonder when i will read about their destination on the news.
i want my city back.M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-55962552001-09-10T13:28:00.000-07:002001-09-10T13:28:12.366-07:00oh wow is it pouring.
this morning when adam had an umbrella i should have realized that there was mostly likely a reason for that as he, like me, is fairly un-umbrella-centric.
oops.
in other news, something i learned while in seattle: the secret to how to buy perfect jeans for my no waist no hips figure. the juniors department! levi's silvertab neo boot cut jeans, how i love thee.M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-54817722001-09-04T13:18:00.000-07:002001-09-04T13:18:09.656-07:00the only food in my mom's house appears to be corn flakes. her vegan house-renter person has a lot of soy products, but not only do they require a lot of preparation, they are not mine to eat. between this and the dearth of half-and-half for my coffee (skim milk? ugh!) it is obviously time to get off my lazy ass (though i am on pacific time so it's not as lazy as it looks), take a shower, and go M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-54098342001-08-31T12:08:00.000-07:002001-08-31T12:08:34.360-07:00there is a rumbling mutter in the sky and i am listening to ranier maria's self-titled ep - is this their first release? i don't know. i just know that the tangle of screams and pretty parts and knotty guitars is my new favorite thing. at least for today.
there's a secret...i haven't told to anyone...M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-53736042001-08-29T17:03:00.000-07:002001-08-29T17:03:30.296-07:00sometimes i think pitchfork have just made it their job to hate and demean everything that's not at least an eight on the world pretentious scale.
sometimes i read their reviews when i'm writing reviews so i'll remember what not to do. sometimes they hit the nail on the head, sometimes they really are clever, sometimes i love what they say. but more often than not they seem to be trying so hardM.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-53626982001-08-29T06:53:00.000-07:002001-08-29T06:53:35.796-07:00how could i ever possibly have gone more than a month without listening to the afghan whigs?
also, yesterday in zen palate i overheard this while i waited for my dumplings:
woman: so, you're doing a scene from harold and maude, right?
friend: yes.
woman: well, my dear friend so-and-so, he's the executor of the estate of so-and-so, so he controls the rights to harold and maude, you know, and M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-52967822001-08-25T17:18:00.000-07:002001-08-25T17:18:07.463-07:00after a lush bubble bath, i am almost ready to face the world, or, to be more specific, the reggie and the full effect show. i only have two wishes for this show:
1. let me be not the only person in attendance who is old enough to rent a car.
2. let them please, please, please play "everything's ok".
ok. i'm going. brush teeth, comb hair, make sure ID is in back pocket...and prepare to deal M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-52717982001-08-24T06:18:00.000-07:002001-08-24T06:18:14.823-07:00my pirate name is captain mary cash.
this is what it says about me:
even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. you're musical, and you've got a certain style if not flair. you'll do just fine. arr!
damn straight.
hooray again for the blogdex and finding the fun things on the net that everyone else has already linked...M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-52562122001-08-23T11:12:00.000-07:002001-08-23T11:12:12.086-07:00brian is right. this really is the greatest radiohead article ever. after their show last week, i was mostly in awe, with tinges of goofy grins (i love that amidst all this grandeur thom yorke still just said, "fuck!" when he messed up the beginning of a song) and a little bit of frustration, still, at the set up of the show. but this rambling article about this bunch of antirockstars, bookish M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-52354042001-08-22T10:53:00.000-07:002001-08-22T10:53:30.826-07:00i don't think my grande iced soy caramel machiatto or however the fuck it's spelled has any machiatto in it. plenty of iced, some caramel, some soy, but nothing else. where's my fucking caffeine? this addict needs her drugs.
the cat is wandering in but my lunch is gone, wee beastie. deal with it.
yay for going to the nice dentist when i'm home and yay for bumbershoot with my mom and yay for M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-52316062001-08-22T07:09:00.000-07:002001-08-22T07:09:19.950-07:00toby just got "valentine" by the get up kids stuck in my head, by the mere mention of it, and it's making me sad.
toby also sent me an email forward this morning that included the news that the mountain goats signed to 4ad. i don't even know what to make of that. is it a joke, maybe?
i don't know, but i think i'll go read about growing up with hippie parents now. M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-52147162001-08-21T10:48:00.000-07:002001-08-21T10:48:42.136-07:00i just realized that i don't think it's fair that my fortune cookie fortune from last week said "something nice is coming to you in the mail" when the something nice is obviously the printer toner and invisibles trade paperback i ordered from amazon.
however i do think i have figured out what the deal is with these books i'm going through. score one for me!M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-52127622001-08-21T08:44:00.000-07:002001-08-21T08:44:16.340-07:00holy hell i am going through two hundred books to check for some that are printed darker than others and my eyes are BUGGING OUT. isn't this what the production department is for?
i keep wondering if the cat peed in my office.M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-52100852001-08-21T05:30:00.000-07:002001-08-21T05:30:10.980-07:00this weekend there is a party at which panthers and excelsior are playing and for which there is a pirates and wenches theme. i would like to pull off a really good wench look, but i just don't think it's going to happen. i need to look into this. M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-51919472001-08-20T07:17:00.000-07:002001-08-20T07:17:22.896-07:00i think "fake plastic trees" and "idioteque" (if i even spelled that right) have made it into my absolutely favorite songs of all time list now.
more on radiohead later when i write a real diaryland post.
my apartment is now blue. and i love it.M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-51491052001-08-17T11:38:00.000-07:002001-08-17T11:38:23.933-07:00i. have. bjork. tickets.
and a lot of debt on my credit card.
also, friends bearing gifts are awesome.
also, go here, because it is neat. play with toast!M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-51460762001-08-17T08:40:00.000-07:002001-08-17T08:40:35.576-07:00i'm oddly terrified of interviewing people but ken stringfellow might be one i just can't pass up. most potential interview subjects worry me because i don't want to be just another jackass with not enough background knowledge and the same old stupid questions. but senor stringfellow and the posies, on the other hand, years and years of loving those songs and everything about them i can get my M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-51311722001-08-16T13:39:00.000-07:002001-08-16T13:39:27.603-07:00and by the way? this template looks like shit in netscape. boring old purple and blue links and everything. but i like it a lot in explorer, so, for now at least, i keep it. there are some other nice ones. maybe i'll play around a little. M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-51311352001-08-16T13:37:00.000-07:002001-08-16T13:37:37.570-07:00no clever comment will do this one justice:
man drowns in cat's water bowl.
(thanks to adam for that article.)M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-51244332001-08-16T07:22:00.000-07:002001-08-16T07:22:02.063-07:00i begin to think that the way to get rid of a hangover is to just get that fucking taste out of your mouth. i overindulged in the cheap read wine last night. of the gallo variety. and i am paying now. but an everything bagel with scallion cream cheese and a roll of wintergreen certs, these are helpful things.
plus, we played balderdash, and i learned that a 'noop' is the the pointy part of your M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-50864602001-08-14T10:20:00.000-07:002001-08-14T10:20:50.570-07:00there are four levels of evil:
level one: marbles
level two: wormz
level three: bejeweled
level four: mini golf
it's like crack for the terminally dissatisfied.
M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-50753192001-08-13T19:30:00.000-07:002001-08-13T19:30:14.033-07:00and also: i am addicted to readerville. if i ever start posting, it'll be under the name silvertongue. which is from a book, not some egotistical idea i have about the no doubt not-so-silvery things i'll write there. i just like to have a lot of different names. from books. that are more interesting than mine.
M.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110871.post-50752552001-08-13T19:26:00.000-07:002001-08-13T19:26:22.923-07:00and so it begins, most appropriately, here: i love the blogdex.
now it takes no effort whatsoever to find out what the rambling and opinionated blogerites of the interweb are laughing about today. does that take the fun out of it? nah.
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