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Friday, March 30, 2001
TITO IN SPACE

ok, i used to date this guy in college. extremely long story short, he's filthy rich and a freak. i spent a few summers in LA with him, chilling at his house, which just so happens to be the house they filmed 'Wag the Dog' at. You know, that huge house Dustin Hoffman lives in? So Wag the Dog was on teevee last night, which prompted me to do a search for Tito on google, just to see what escapades he or his family are up to. well lo and behold, his dad, Dennis, is going into space. Here's the article, complete with freaky picture, and yes his son looks just like him, a little tiny man, but with hair. Would you pay $20 million to go into space? Hmm. I guess so, if $20 million to him was the equivalent of $500 bucks to you or me.



Thursday, March 29, 2001
YOU'VE BEEN SURFING, YOU DESERVE A TREAT

here is your treat you crazy surfers. Take that! And This. Phew. i'm exhausted.



BUSH NICKNAMES

everyone probabaly missed this when i posted it for the first time, so here it is again. hilarious NYT article on Bush's overuse of nicknames.



FRAIDY CAT FOR PRESIDENT

well, looks like we won't be subjected to any more of bush's cute new words like 'subliminiable' - he's decided not to give any more formal press conferences for the rest of his term. what a loser. this is his idea of strategery.



CURRENTLY:

listening to
aceyalone & abstract rude- who framed the a-team
zumpano- look what the rookie did
slim cessna's auto club- always say please and thank you

reading
the intuitionist by colson whitehead
break of day by colette
i married a dead man by cornell woolrich




LAME ASS BLOGS OF NOTE

i apologize, but i really don't dig some of those BoN. i would lobby to get this lameass blog up there, but hell, that'd mean i'd actually have to try and be amusing or whatnot. i steadily maintain my dominance, but i know i will never be picked until i do something with my freaking template. guess who's too lazy?





Wednesday, March 28, 2001
SHADOW OF A POWER CRUNCH

um, a 40% increase in electricity rates will send everything in the state skyhigh, pricewise. oh my gawd. i wonder if the price of cornflakes will go to $5, milk $4, coffee in a cafe $3. price of movies? meals out? drinks at bars? i am standing on the edge of some serious inflation. teetering. this is what may drive me back to the other coast. sigh.



I PITY THE FOOL

i made the hour long trek down to san jose for the outkast concert on monday night. $30 for some stanky shit. i'm talkin, my friends and i showed up at 8:30p (the tickets said 7.30p, but hell, everyone knows that shit can't get started until late...), and xzibit and ludacris had already freakin played. i heard they started at 7.30 on the dot. matty b showed up at 7:50 and heard the last chords of xzibit. but the stank didn't stop there. we milled around on the floor, waiting for outkast, and they showed up around 9. Gasoline dreams was the first song, and after this concert i napstered some of their live stuff and apparently it's ALWAYS their first song. talking bout mix that shit up some. jeez. so it was pretty rocking, and then dre says, 'What's up San Diego' and i started booing my heart out. What a freaking trip. Then he apologized, saying it's been a long tour. Whatever. He said, 'Ya'll have all those 'San' names out here... San Jose, San Francisco..." Damn fools didn't even play any Hootie HOOOOO. Oh well, last time i'm going to an arena concert in a long time.



Friday, March 23, 2001
PEEPS!

peep link that is hilarious.



Thursday, March 22, 2001
QUEEN OF FOOS

why do guys hate it so much when a girl beats them at a game? what is it that is encoded in their genetics to bristle at the very idea that they are inferior to a girl? i am much confused by this notion, and presume it has much to do with their inherent feelings of superiority over the opposite sex. however, this morning i did my part to shoot down some testosterone laden fellows by kicking some grand foosball ass. so there.



Wednesday, March 21, 2001
AIN'T NO CARTOON NETWORK ON SAN FRAN CABLE, BUT..

i still love dexter's lab. This is a delicious link to an interview with the genius creator. How does he do it? You are so stuuuuuuupid.



Tuesday, March 20, 2001
LINKS AND ONLY LINKS

too tired to create, so i'll just rest on these guys' laurels.



Monday, March 19, 2001
BLUNCH

back from lunch with the girlies-- drank some sangria and laughed about reality tv shows. jared is going on a blind date tomorrow night and thinking about writing a column about it, sort of sex-in-the-city like. very interesting. i will post links of course if it makes it online.

now i face possible 4 hours of doing nothing, there is no work for me, and if there were i would shirk it.



MOOD: BLUES: MOD: BLOW: PLUG IT

no idea. my head is spinning, i'm back at work after a 4 day weekend taken to enjoy the delights of the ncaa tournament. that means yes, i watched pieces of all 48 games over the last 4 days. whoo-ha. day one was spent at my boy's cousin's house, where he has a 5 foot tv screen which we split into two separate screens to catch the NY and the west coast feeds. Which actually screwed with us b/c CBS was too lazy to switch feeds for the first 4 hours. But we did catch a lot of the games. Day 2 was spent 1/2 at home to watch the morning games and 1/2 at 12th avenoo with the crazy kids who bought the tourney package. Much fun over at that house. Day 3 was entirely consumed at home. Day 4 was spent back at 12th avenoo. A fabulous day, part of the break in action found us up on the roof contemplating the sunshine and glorious view of the entire city from the perch on the hilltop. You could see the Golden Gate bridge, the bay, the ocean, and downtown. Marvy.

The a.m. found me crawling towards the bus stop, fumbling my way on with barely $1 in change, and plopping myself on a seat to snooze until downtown. Now i have faked some work for a few hours, and have a nice birthday lunch to look forward to-- patio dining, sangria, sunshine & boozy friends! whoo-hoo. i knew there was a reason i got up today.



Monday, March 12, 2001
BACK FROM THE EAST

36 hours in Atlanta, most of it filled with ACC basketball. The Duke-Maryland game was awesome, last second shot to win the game and move on to CRUSH north carolina in the finals. The UNC game was seriously over by halftime, Duke was up 20 points. It was fun to watch all the carolina blue stream out of the georgia dome, having given up hope on their weak team. It is really beyond me how UNC was ranked so high this year. But alas, it is over, and when all has been said and done, Duke is the best team in the ACC, like I knew all along. So the real tourney starts on Thursday (or I guess Tuesday if you count the playin game). I'm excited, I've got Thurs & Friday off, so I can watch all the games. I'm lagging a bit today after adjusting to west coast time after quickly adjusting to east coast time. Stayed in Atlanta at my sister's house, and even got to eat dinner at an old stomping ground, El Amigo. Glad to be back in action in the West tho.



Friday, March 09, 2001
What's funnier than bad translations of English? Entire flash movies based on the phrase "All your base are belong to us"



STILL FLYIN HIGH

in about 12 hours i will be winging my way into atlanta for the acc tournament!!! In the meantime, I'm trying to focus on work (or lack thereof), and trying to find a tailor to patch my leather jacket. Happy Friday everyone!



Thursday, March 08, 2001
HIP YIP HIPPEE

an exhausting hour has just come to a close. i watched the end of the fsu/clemson game, called my pop to ask if the rumor was true that he was going to the acc tournament in atlanta, found out that he had an extra ticket, searched the web for flights, called delta and used some miles (25000) to get on a midnight flight out of san fran, into the atl at 7am. whoo freakin wooo. i'm happy as can be. nothing like last minute plans to brighten a day. i can barely sit still and contain myself.

however, here i sit. i'm waiting for my boy to call; we're going over to his cousin Mikey's house, and i gotta pick my boy up at work, but first i gotta pick up his boss. And first the boss has to get out of the shower. And then I can go pick him up.

back to my euphoria over impending ACC TOURNAMENT--- all this happened because this morning I got an email from my kid sister who's studying in paris. she told me about the tickets my dad had. i just didn't know that he had an extra. thoughts of body paint and espn signs are dancing through my head.



SPEAKING OF PORN...

the new pornographer's album 'Mass Romantic' rocks out. Very catchy and good. Go napster it! Then buy it!

And, a link to make up for my porn log posting. This is a hilarious article about GeoWBush's overuse of nicknames and the confusion it causes.



PARDON THE PORN POSTS

like i said, i just had to. because my roomate sucks. and it sucks that he uses my computer to gratify his porn lust. what i especially loathe is the idea that his hands (wherever they have been) return to the keyboard at some point during his visits. I wish i knew a more public way to humiliate him. any ideas? mail me: nunyabiziness@hotmail.com



THIS IS GOING TO STRIKE SOME OF YOU AS MIGHTY DISTASTEFUL

but i have to post the log from my familycam, recording my roomate's early morning and late night porn stops:

(removed post, due to several erroroneous hits from people actually looking for those porn sites)



Wednesday, March 07, 2001
HOW COME I'M NOT A BLOG OF NOTE

guess cuz i don't try hard enough. (read: b/c i used one of blogger's templates instead of wasting time designing one of my own). sigh. oh the injustice. i guess i'll just have to take a semiautomatic to school and settle this the old fashioned 1999 way. columbine style. double sigh, because just by writing the above words, i've appeared on someone's radar, and now they will track my every word. psst: i'm just kidding about the gunning. don't like guns, am absolutely against ownership, etc. Gee Bush, wonder what we should do BESIDES teach our kids right from wrong? Could we, perhaps, make guns illegal?

Work today was mildly interesting, which means I had enough to do to keep me busy. Also, no time for foosball. Now I'm going to settle down for the night with a glass of Maker's and a copy of the Symposium. Good stuff, those Greek boys' speeches.



Tuesday, March 06, 2001
(BUS)TED: FIGHTS ON MUNI

my morning commute was pickled by an irate bus driver who basically delayed my trip to work by 15 minutes. I was sitting in a zombie state near the back, but I heard old lady #1 say "Oh my god, you tripped that old lady. Bus driver, you just tripped that old lady!" Old lady #2 (the tripped) stumbles to her seat. Old lady #1 does not let up, heckling the driver for his rudeness. Boom, bus driver stops the bus, get in her face and starts yapping. Hits himself on the chest like "Come and get it". Everyone knows (because of the clear signs behind the driver) that assaulting a bus driver could result in 5 years in prison and $100,000 fine. So what the hell is this driver doing, but trying to start something! Oh my god. He tries to kick old lady #1 off the bus, but she's not having any of that. So he says "this bus is over. Everyone out." Fuck. Doesn't end there, everyone starts cursing him, saying "you started it, bus driver" and "you didn't have to antagonize her", everyone's crowding around him, jostling, tempers flaring. I get out, after noting his MUNI number (5058), and try to get on the next bus that comes by. But when I step on, the new bus driver asks what's going on with my old bus. I tell him, and he hops out and gets entangled in the fight, pulling the shouters apart. I think I saw him turn off the bus and pocket the key. At any rate, the lesson we all learn from this is: don't become a bus driver if you can't handle people. Going 'postal' is one thing, but going 'MUNI' is off the edge.



ARE CLAMS REALLY HAPPY?

finished Secrets of the Flesh: A Life of Collette last night; quite good, but 500 pages. Also finished the Ken Burns book of baseball. Also good stuff. Now i'm in a strange book-free zone. I took my Perl book on the bus but couldn't force myself to crack it. Strange tale about my bus ride will appear HERE. After I do some work.



Monday, March 05, 2001
HOURS MELTING, a DALI (daily) OCCURANCE

so i slunk into work this morning around 9:40. There was nothing to do until noon. Now it's 4pm and there's nothing to do, again. I might as well go home. My glasses are ready, yea! So if I left now, I could pick them up before they close at 5:30. Otherwise it'll have to wait until i drive to work, b/c i can't get back to the inner richmond by 5:30 on the bus.

In other news, Bitch the Hopeless is gone. It was a relatively tame visit, and with careful planning, I managed to avoid seeing her until Saturday night (she got in on Wednesday night). I got up sunday morning and my roommate was making pancakes for a bunch of pals, one of whom asked me for some syrup so I got out Kim's syrup (near empty). When she bitched, Kim said, oh there's more in there. I was like, oh you mean MY syrup? I guess you can have some. Fuckers used half the bottle. It's not so much an issue of price, like I don't want to pay for a new bottle, as it is an issue of having to go out and buy another bottle. I don't want to give up this beautiful apartment (me & my boy could definitely afford it on our own--- we're paying 700 each, all 3 of us, but me & my boy share a room) but I want him out of there.



Sunday, March 04, 2001
GO TO HELL CAROLINA GO TO HELL

my boys did it again. jason williams and shane battier can take on the rest of america by themselves and win. go duke!

who is stupid enough to call during the game? twice? my so-called 'friend' roger. he's an idiot, you gotta forgive him. mentallity of a teenager at best.

waiting for kozmo to deliver a nice fresh dvd (stir crazy) to me on this cold rainy san fran night. they're an hour late, but it's ok b/c it's raining. i wouldn't even want to step outside in this mess. yuck. what has cali done to my weather tolerance??? ha.



HOW TO GET RID OF A STINKY ROOMMATE

actually, i'm not sure. Anyone have any tips? I absolutely loathe my roommate Kim. He is a study in psychopath. I blogged awhile back about his strange porn habits-- well, with the arrival this week of his ex-girlfriend Bitch, i mean Hope, i installed a familycam on my computer to log everything that happened on my system. Just because I don't trust Hope, thinking she would go through all my files while I was at work. And the log results are amazing. Every single time he gets on my computer, it's for freakin porn. 8 am on Saturday morning, porn sites. 7:30pm Friday evening, porn sites. 5pm Saturday, more porn. This guy is starting to scare me--- he's a rapist in disguise or some other sexual deviant. I might have to install a porn blocker just to get to him. I wonder if he'd finally cough up the dough to buy his own computer if we kicked him out. I am so sick of him it is seriously driving me crazy. My boy wants to know what it is that I hate about him, but it's nothing I can really spell out. Just an utter hatred.



Friday, March 02, 2001
"health nuts are going to feel pretty stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing..."

-- redd foxx





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