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Archive for June 2004

put the lid on! quick!

On 30 June 2004

CRANKY GRADUALLY CHANGING TO KIND OF MORONICALLY GIDDYThere are some things that upset me more than they should. Some of these things are online. Some of these things are Christian clowns. I don't claim to know a whole lot about Jesus, but I suspect that he would think Christian clowns were a stupid waste of […]

yummy yummy yummy

On 25 June 2004

NOT SO NICEI cannot stand President Bush. But I also cannot stand Michael Moore. And thus I love writers like Christopher Hitchens, who is willing not just to slaughter sacred cows but also to smear himself in their entrails and leap about howling and shrieking doom like an epileptic Cassandra. Good for him. (Disclaimer: I […]

spangled body sock with an extra codpiece section

On 22 June 2004

LINKLICIOUSSelf-cleaning clothes, for the laundry-impaired and problem drinkers among us. Turkey testicle festival. This is pretty fun, in a dumb pretentious way. The Two Things you need to know. Museum of Impractical Devices. THE FACT THAT THE FOLLOWING DIARY TIDBITS ARE NUMBERED DOES NOT ACTUALLY IMPLY A HIERARCHY OF THOUGHTS OR INDEED ANY TYPE OF […]

small strange almost nipplelike protuberances

On 17 June 2004

This week has been The Suck.* Work has been completely The Suck—nothing but computer “training” (Sit up and beg! Or rather, slump in your task chair and snooze!), big stupid meetings, and heaps of unpleasant tasks. My personal life has not been quite as much The Suck, although it has been crazy busy and social […]

Leda and the swan puppet show

On 8 June 2004

I do NOT know where to start with this, but:(a) I sincerely thought those were lobsters clinging to the necks of the gay guys at first. You know me! Always getting lobsters and demons confused! (b) Don't you love the tract's constant capitalization of “Gay”? (c) Those children are drawn with some seriously pedophilic fuck-doll […]

a curiously anthropomorphic lemon

On 4 June 2004

MY SILENCECan be explained by a combination of a busy week at work, near-lethal self-absorption (I beat the dead horse out of love! And because it's funny!), and a full and active and very drunken social life. Last weekend I attended, and needed a full day to recover from, Louisa's party, where my comrade and […]