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2003-07-24 - 7:55 p.m. Random Chomps of... Randomness, I Guess WARNING: The following is a strange, extremely incoherent jumble of shit that I wanted to write down before I forgot all about it by the time I return from the shore on Sunday. Super Duper Good Luck to Pams during her hellish Blog-a-thon. I'm sorry I can't support your act of generous, slightly ridiculous 24-hr blogging in any other way. Item: Notice the PayPal button? Got that special yesterday, I think. I haven't really been able to track the days well, I'm afraid. Weeks have felt like months as of late. It's only been a few weeks since the start of the 'I'm going to Japan' mess, and it definitely feels like more. It'll be there for a while, so if you don't feel generous enough to give a dollar (ya cheap piece of-), well, don't worry. And as I figure out what exactly, I'll even be putting stuff next to it like, 'Everyone gets an EXCLUSIVE wallpaper about the world of tree frogs', or, 'One lucky donater will win a great RANDOM OBJECT from a Japanese vending machine of porn or MONEY, whatever's cheaper.' I don't yet... Wow, I didn't realize this when the song first came out, but Beyonce's 'Work it out', for that Austin Powers movie, is about a booty call! Okay, you have the right to look at me like some fool, but really. I didn't know. The only time I got to hear the song was when the video for it came on MTV, and I think I was too mesmerized by how much she looked and sounded like Tina Turner... or how her ass and legs were so whoa. It was kind of distracting. I want to write a story. I want to write about a girl, tired, probably white, probably not, staggering from a party. Drunk to the point of the possibility of poisoning, she moves on uneasy feet towards a cliff, towards the end of the world. With one of those cute little funnel cups invented so that women can pee standing up, she pees over the edge of the world, tettering side to side, back and forth, half-afraid that she will lose her balance and fall over. And, in a strange, Monkey King twist, she was actually peeing on God itself. God, tired, bitter, unable to make the pain go away like humans do, with drugs and food and shopping and sex and gambling and alcohol, lacking the body to do it, really. So, God, sitting past the edge of the world, is being peed on by a drunk, unbalanced woman, and he does nothing to stop it. The end. At this point, you'll say, "Well, what's the point?" The point? "Yeah, the lesson." Well, there's the lesson of not peeing over the edge of the world when you can fall over, but other than that... If you tried to make a point out of it, I'll probably start zoning out, thinking about the Monkey King at the edge of the world, peeing on God. And then about the fact that the anime is a horrible piece of shit, making the characters a bunch of gay, insult-throwing, over-angsted pieces of not-hot-at-all 'bishonen'. What a waste of money. Once again, good luck to Pam-arela (wtf? wtf.) in her grueling Blogathon, and I'll see ya next week. And don't forget to tip the old fool and drop a quarter into my collection plate over there. Don't be mean. The Past - Guestbook - The Future, Too |