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new years eve, eve. lying in bed during yet another strange visit to moms. i’m barely here at all anymore. absurd.
headphones, laptop, christmas on mars.
review.
review before your review. i’ll watch it every christmas time till i die. and sometime (somehow) in that one last year, i’ll write [...]

merry chrsitmas from beetlejuice, elephant boy, crackhead bob, and the rest of the wack pack.
if this doesn’t get you in the christmas spirit, you must be jewish.

here’s the old.

notice the dirty shit green, the two-tone primer patch spot, the general suicide vibe.

much better.
i never wanted to be in here before. i’m in here now.
much better.

the people who run richard pryor’s websites are fucking amazing.
a few years ago, right when he died, i ordered a baseball jersey from richardpryor.com. it’s his infamous ‘fuck you motherfucker!’ shirt. small picture of rich making a crazy face. ‘fuck you motherfucker!’ written underneath it. classic.
of course the first time i [...]

todd fixed my shit.
got into my php ssh apache .ini fastcgi shell access ruby on rails sql .htaccess and what not.
told me to click a button that i had unclicked.
voila!
took him about seven minutes (most of that time was spent with me trying to remember passwords.) [...]

sounds.
added a new flash player on the sidebar over yonder >.
the developer of this fine widget was chinese (and so were the installation instructions).
hope they work.
some oldies and some funny ones on this playlist. i’ll switch the tunes up, you know, probably every six years or so.
i’m on [...]

seeing the invisible (saxophone).
yes.
i edited my final seminar paper a few nights ago at 3:00 a.m. after drinking a six pack at a post-semester party. the party was subdued; i think we’re all tired.
the last few nights, i have dreamed of editing and writing papers. check that out! forming complete sentences, ideas, [...]

gotta love it.
this one’s for you, white.

just saw an article in the los angeles times that says hollywood park might be closing.
that would bum me out.
not to mention the bukowski factor (which, in my mind, should make the fucking place a national historical landmark), hollywood park is where christian first took me to the horse races.
i fell in [...]