Archive for May, 2002

Bianca Loves You

Thursday, May 23rd, 2002

I will be out of town all weekend, but go to this. I would if I were going to be here. It will be f-u-n.

*****bianca*s fundraiser*****
*San Francisco
*Saturday May 25
*(Theme Camp fundraiser)

bianca’s Bring May Flowers
Saturday, May 25
8 pm ’till morning
2211 Mission @ 18th, San Francisco
$15 presale-only tickets (find […]

Stuck in my Headevery thousand

Wednesday, May 22nd, 2002

Stuck in my Headevery thousand years
this metal sphere
ten times the size of Jupiter
floats just a few yards past the earth
you climb on your roof
and take a swipe at it
with a single feather
hit it once every thousand years
till you’ve worn it down
to the size of a pea
yeah I’d say that’s a long time
but it’s only half […]

One Word Review

Friday, May 17th, 2002

Saw Star Wars last night and I really don’t want to say anything about it because I went into it with exactly the right expectations and I don’t want to change yours. I was not disappointed. There are plenty of good reviews to be found. Try Epinions and the NYT. That’s all I’m going to […]

Happy Mothers’ Day

Sunday, May 12th, 2002

At Your Peril

Friday, May 10th, 2002

So, basically, that’s it. I’m afraid to leave my fucking house. … All I wanted to do is go to the arcade and play Star Wars. But no, my plans were derailed..

Note on Viruses

Wednesday, May 8th, 2002

From my brother:

>> On another note, I just got a very strange e-mail from Dad. It looked like
> he replied to an e-mail from me, but it was one I had never sent. I will
> forward it to you and maybe you will have some idea what might be going on.
> This is […]

Long Promised

Tuesday, May 7th, 2002

Okay, here is the long promised fictional prose. Andis saw this months and months ago, when it was racier and stupider. I have been working on several things since then, but I decided to finish this one up and polish it off a bit for a submission. Here is the result.

I am posting it […]

DEVELOPERS, DEVELOPERS
DEVELOPERS, DEVELOPERS

Wednesday, May 1st, 2002

I’m already a bit hoarse today from laughing like a loon over George last night. I swear, if Metafilter doesn’t let up I’m going to be found in a puddle of my own spit, having cackled to death. Why anyone needs television is beyond me…

Those of you who’ve been to my home have probably […]