January 25th thru the 31st, 2004


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Sunday January 25th, 2004
Played Prince of Persia for much of the day. Then in the evening I had "bangers and mash" and watched Spellbound and The Safety of Objects. Also some tea (milk and sugar) a Mike's Hard Lime with grenadine, and some pumpkin spice cake. Then more Prince of Persia. "Bangers and mash," for those of you who don't know, is sausages and mashed potatoes and baked beans. The British are, in a word, fucking brilliant. Who knew you could put baked beans on mashed potatoes?

The movies were pretty good. Spellbound is a documentary following a few of the kids who went to the National Spelling Bee contest in 1999. It didn't try to hand us a moral or even a perspective-- it just documented an American tradition. I like that sort of straightforward thing. The Safety of Objects was weird. There was a definite Happiness vibe, as well as an American Beauty vibe. In the cast is Patricia Clarkson who is 45 and so damn hot that I think I should start a "babes over 35" web page. Also Moira Kelly who should just fly up here and marry me.


Monday January 26th, 2004
Bowling. I bowled a 155, a 143, and a 177. Not too shabby! Then Punky Screwster and I bought Hooters Reject bowling shoes for her birthday. We ate together in the Leilani's Lanikai Cafe (cheeseburger for me and crinkle cut fries!) and chatted and gossipped and came up with a plan that involves chicanery and italics. Now I'm updating the blog and trying very hard not to go get myself a Mountain Dew Code Red.

Oh, almost forgot-- I returned Prince and picked up a game for the PS2 called Manhunt. I do not recommend this game. When I say it shows graphic depictions of ritualistic murder, I am not exaggerating. And not in a cartoony or goofy kind of way. I mean sneaking up behind someone, putting a bag over his head, and choking him to death while you stab him in the kidneys. Have they gone too far?

Okay, I might as well rant for a while. I was in the gym, running, and Jerry Springer was on one of the TVs. I had on my headphones but I could read the closed captioning. Basically, one woman was suspicious that her best friend was sleeping with her boyfriend. First it's just the one woman on stage. Then her friend came out, and immediately they started to fist fight, with the bouncers holding them back. And very soon, I swear I am not making this up, each woman ripped her own clothes off and kept fighting. They were both obviously angry, but I don't know WHY the clothes came off. These were not sexy ladies.

I don't believe in censorship. If people want to watch white trash fight naked on Jerry Springer, let 'em. If people want to play video games involving serial killing, let 'em. Just don't try to justify it. Don't tell me its about artistic integrity or freedom of speech or anything else attempting to be noble. It's crap. Its all a bunch of crap. And we let it exist because we do not want anyone to take our own crap away. But it's still crap.

Rant over. For now.


Tuesday January 27th, 2004
Today I woke up. Then I read a bit from the Bry son book and then I fell asleep. I woke again and played that Manhunt game for a bit, and then fell asleep. I had some macaroni and cheese for lunch, and then I fell asleep again. I woke up, did some work, sat through a few conference calls, and then I took a nap. The phone woke me, but luckily I was able get through the conversation and was able to go back to sleep.

I went to SBC for the Tuesday Night Coffee thing. Some new people, which rocks. Some assholes tried to tell us we had to move the tables back when we left. I played it cool though, and didn't tell the guy off. I could have. But I am way too damn cool. Then we went to Rosita's and I had a taco. Afterwards I gave one of the new people a ride home, played some spades and backgammon with Pianoforte, and had me some Sleepy Time Tea. The end.


Wednesday January 28th, 2004
Hi Blog fans. And welcome to the Wednesday January 28th, 2004 edition of the www.bukkhead.com BLOG. I am your host, Jason E, and today we have a whole bucket of scrumptious fun to shove down your gullet. We begin with a regularly scheduled visit to the chiropractor. Is it rude to comment on the two or three flirtatious glances I got from a visiting chiro who was working on a table across the room from the one I was on? I hit the gym, doing the Precor thing and the treadmill thing. 900 calories burned in 60 min. Moving on, the rest of the day was conference calls and pots of tea until dark. My new Homestarrunner T-shirt and figurines arrived, which made me damned happy. I played some more Manhunt, which is getting repetitive and therefore desensitizing. In the early evening I went to do the tutoring thing, and then Playfulspecs came over and we ate a pizza, watched some Homestarrunner, played Battle Ball, and Creepy Freaks, and watched Law and Order. I lost Battle Ball 2 games to 0, and lost at Creepy Freaks too. Battle Ball was okay, but the Creepy Freaks game, frankly, sucked. I am very disappointed because I had collected half of the figurines, and now it would appear to have all been a waste. Oh well. Wine and Sleepy Time put me to bed.


Thursday January 29th, 2004
Thanks to Dvicci out in Kansas, I caught sight of this article, about some kids in Omaha who were suspended for promoting a white boy for an African-American award. Read the article, and then come back, or just read along, cause I'll recap: the kid had grown up in South Africa, and had been in the US for a few years. But when his friends put up flyers, the school said he was being insensitive to black students.

Shall I rant? I don't know. In my opinion, the kid was treated very unfairly. He's probably more "African" (the continent) then virtually anyone else at the school. If the school meant that award to be for people of a particular melanin-enhanced hue, they should have said so, and not suspended the kid for calling them out on their use of a particular word.

One time in my own high school a boy was called into the office for wearing a t-shirt that bore an advertisement: "Give me Rossignol or give me Head." They told him he had to go home and remove the shirt or face suspension. He asked them to explain why-- he was a skiing enthusiast, and Rossignol and Head are both names for ski equipment. They refused to tell him what they found offensive about the phrase, and so he refused to remove the shirt. When his parents were called in, they, too, insisted the school explain what was offensive about the phrase.

Everyone knows why the phrase is offensive. It was as if the school could not verbally articulate a particular sex act for fear of embarrasment. They would rather suspend someone than say out loud that oral sex exists. But the issue here was not that the phrase was offensive, but the way the school handled it. If the administrators had said "we think some people might not appreciate your shirt. Would you do us a favor?" I am sure the kid and his parents would have been more than happy to oblige. But they came across with threats, and so the kid was forced to fight back.

The other night at Seattle's Best some jerks told us we should put our chairs back, and we refused. If they has asked us to, we would have been quick to help. I believe that if the school in Omaha had asked the kid to withdraw his application for the award, the situation could have been dealt with in a less controversial manner. I guess my rant is about how people are too quick to make demands when appealing to person's desire for decency is much much easier.

In the evening I helped a friend put together furniture and ate chicken soft tacos which were damned good.


Friday January 30th, 2004
The work thing much of the day, and in the evening, Ethiopian food at Queen Sheba on Capitol Hill and then The House of Sand and Fog at the AMC downtown. My take on the movie was not popular with my other movie goers, but that's okay. I say its about Hubris. They say it is about Circumstance. Maybe I'll write a critique and post it somewheres.


Saturday January 31st, 2004
Drove down to Federal Way to check out the SeaTac mall. Looked for Homies and did not find any. Bought Wicked at Waldenbooks from a VERY cute but, alas, far too young red head with bright eyes. No, really, that's not just an affectation: her eyes glowed. She was very enthusiastic about my book choice and I would have loved to talk about more with her but she was a) 18 and b) probably living in Federal Way. Oh well. Went home and napped, and read Wicked, and in the evening met some folks at the Jewel Box in the Rendezvous to see Zerostation perform. My friend's friend's husband is the drummer, you see. After that some folks went dancing but I went with the others to Café Minnie's. Then home, and a few more pages of Wicked.


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