8:56 p.m.||||2001-12-15

Pictorial


So, this is what I'm doing while I download more confusing stuff from Real Media and hope that there's a purpose for my frustration. Ça, ç'est mal. What I really want is to link to a sound clip or embed a background sound, or I don't know but it needs to be cool. You'll probably need the same stupid download to hear it. Stoopid stoopid downloads! Whatever.

The above photo was taken in the car in Las Vegas.
Instead of a retrospective or outward-spective (referring to my recorded view of events) I transformed it into an introspective. The best times I had were taking pictures of my bad mood. Normally I would not be so self-indulgent. That my hair didn't catch on fire from the sheer heat of my brain was a blessing in itself.
This was at a family reunion party, the last day this son of mine has ever stood being wrapped in a blanket, period.I wonder what will happen if I keep adding. I know you'll bump into the butterfly sooner or later. And then after that you'll bump into a weird picture of me looking pained. After that comes the one of me looking like I'm about to steal my own baby from his hospital bassinet. And after that comes some other stuff that I will check as soon as I figure out whether my text is in fact wrapping around...


And dontcha know it WAS wrapping around. But then I had to stop because something caused an error. Anyway, how about that stricken look on my face above? Isn't my son vibrant? That butterfly is rather patriotic looking, huh? There's my shameless plug of my friend's band The Meat again. And there I am trying to look hard in my hooded sweat-shirt.

They - The Meat - played last night but I was too unwell to go. I have the cold that Julio and Dave formed a consensus to thoughtfully give me.
My mother isn't home or else I'd try to get her to babysit - so we can what? Sit around on our big asses hitting 40' and blunts, yo. So we can not go to a movie, not borrow one from Julio, and not go out to dinner. I'm not even drinking. What the hell's the matter with me (dreams in html)? I dreamt of ordered lists last night. I did not, however, dream of Genie. What?
Ahhhh, the babe is asleep: shhhhh.
The only online quiz I think I haven't taken is what kind of fruit am I?. Suffice it to say a beeg one. Mara has a new survey, will I take it, will I? Probably, because I can.

This fella has a new template! And this fella besides being very talented, referred to yours truly as a super-fox. Yay! And this wonderful mama is a friend of mine.

So, my printer prints everything hot pink. I have invented a calendar that by default must be pink now. I need new ink. I am broke. I am lost.

I promise my next entry will be more substantive. Out.