01.10.02 turning to bobby peru

last night's dream: i'm at a dinner party with a trio of eighties teen film disapproving popular girls, and i have a pile of mexican food balanced on a plate on my knees. jude law, dressed in a rust-colored suede cowboy outfit, keeps walking by and snatching pieces of this food in his teeth. "jude law, stop that!" i say. "you're making me very uncomfortable." he hisses and says that he's supposed to be anonymous. it becomes apparent that this is the opening sequence of already dead, aforementioned denis johnson novel, cover-blurbed by the times book review as "...pretty much impossible to stop reading." i consider this to be a fairly stupid dreampunchline and wake up, still uncomfortable. in actuality the book is passable.

no work today. ran errands, played with online pet sites, left pup tent (luna '97) in the stereo for three hours. it's punchy next to penthouse ('95)...but comparable. certainly doesn't deserve to be a $uper saver at amoeba. as for the pet sites, i have a ten gallon terrarium and the realization that mum can't actually prevent me from owning a turtle any more. 's too small for a turtle, really, but it's more than enough room for a toad or a blue crayfish or - and these are a big favorite so far - bad-ass death's head cockroaches. joe is decidedly anti-bug, but i plan to argue that these are bunnies compared to the hissing ones. it will, um, work.

plan B liberates feeder mice from the east bay vivarium. i've nothing against the snake people; it's a tic of mine.

i completely neglected to share the weekly world news the other day, and for that i apologize.

...The FBI has no plans to release the secret tape.
"The last thing the bureau wants is to humanize Osama," says the source. "They don't want people picturing him as a glamorous rogue like George Clooney in Ocean's Eleven."


The booze-soaked lost weekend wound to a close in a karaoke bar around 2 AM.
"Al-Zawahri had a surprisingly strong baritone and he belted out 'Viva Las Vegas' in a not-bad Elvis imitation," the FBI source said.
"Then bin Laden got up onstage, wobbling like crazy, and did 'My Way' in his reedy tenor...he certainly deserved to be shot for butchering Ol' Blue Eyes."
luckily, bat boy has retaliated by
attacking [the Taliban's] leaders in their beds, disrupting their supply lines and making hundreds of their best caves unlivable by "pee-peeing" in them.
mmm, denouement.

What Video Game Character are you? I am Mr Do.

I am sedentary by nature, enjoying passive entertainment, eating when the mood takes me, and playing with my food. I try to avoid conflict, but when I'm angred, I can be a devil - if you force me to fight, I will crush you. With apples.

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