June 12th thru the 18th, 2005Previous Week | Archive Index | Current Blog | Next Week Insomia is Nothing More Than Being Addicted to Being Awake I awoke well before my guest, and so:
Actually, I DO understand why. In our country, sexual acts that are not potentially procreative are considered immoral, because then people might start to equate sex with pleasure, not babies. And if people don't have lots of babies, how will the power elite be able to maintain an enormous, impoverished, work force? And so long as they show this work force trivialized depictions of violence, that work force won't have any problem joining the military. Makes sense. The Average Age of an American Soldier in Vietnam was 19  Today is Mary-Kate Olsen's birthday. She's 19.
So what? So, it's her twin sister's birthday too, of course. You know, Ashley. The IMDB displays a
random famous celebrity on their birthday, and today they displayed Mary-Kate. But not Ashley. I suppose
that makes sense, I mean, they ARE two different people. But they were born at the same time, out of the
same uterus. It IS called "birth" day, right? Oh well. Maybe it's because she's younger by three
minutes.
I played
After that I drove out to Mercer Island to help a friend put a bike in a box. We taped that sucker solid.
And then as we were about to drive off to grab some dinner, I realized: I had locked my keys in the car.
Are you seeing how cool this is? Her face goes with his face, same movie. His face goes with a younger
version of his face-- recognition. His face goes with a movie title, which leads to a list, which leads to
a list, which leads to a list, which leads to her face, which I recognize though it's different from my
memory. All these different types of information retrieval, some of the precise, some of them fuzzy. The
human brain is truly a remarkable machine. So is Google. Having gotten this far, I now need a picture of
Dedee from the movie, and a picture of Kylie from the video. So I type "Pfeiffer Vamp" into Google, and
then "Kylie Locomotion," and I'm all done. For reasons of privacy, I can't show you a picture of the
cashier, nor can I show you a picture of this really cute girl I once knew who had hair like that (and
probably got me started on all this... she was a tasty morsel) but I can show you Dedee and Kylie.
Two unfortunate side effects: Those are not very good pictures of them, and, I now have that damn
"Locomotion" song stuck in my head. Someday else I'll wax rhapsodic on the side effects of our awesome
information retrieval systems.
Coffee n' Jesus
Back at home...
So, this might make some people mad. This might offend some people. It is not my intention to merely make
people mad, but I got to say what’s on my mind. Got to be honest with myself. I watched Hellhouse, a
documentary about a church in Texas that makes a haunted house every Halloween, depicting the horrors of
sin and what happens when one does bad things and rejects god. It was very interesting, and well made
documentary—no bias was offered by the director (are you paying attention, Michael Moore?)
Here comes the part that will offend. If there is any Evil in this country, I truly believe it is in the
hand of Christians. Not all Christians, to be sure, but enough of them that I have serious doubts about a
person once he or she tells me he or she is a Christian. People are allowed to believe whatever they want,
of course, and for those who quietly practice their faith without impugning their beliefs on others I have
no disdain or disrespect. But if a person announces his Christianity, the first thought that goes through
my mind is that he is a dangerous fool. I’ve actually felt this way for a long time, but watching this
movie has given me the strength to announce it.
They (and many Christians) use terror to convert people to their faith. This is the very definition of
evil. And they don’t base their faith on anything more than the very terror that was used against them in
the first place. Here’s a people who hold holy a book because the book itself claims to be holy, and
because they were told of its holiness by people who only said it because they were told, who where
themselves told… and back for hundred of years until you reach a few individuals who arbitrarily
decided to put the book together as a rhetorical device. This is a religion that worships someone as
divine only after they had a meeting about it—yes, that’s right, 300 years after the death of Christ some
folks got together at the Council of Nicea to decide if Jesus was divine or not. The righteousness of
their conclusions is not the point here; the point is that some modern Christians use the articles of
their faith to justify the terror they wield. To wield terror based on these political conclusions is
simple evil.
Okay I better stop now lest I write right off the end of the screen, or God strikes me dead.
The cool thing that happened was that we took 2nd place at the EMP
trivia, in the liquid lounge. Yes! We tied for first, and then there was a sudden death face off for the
big win. And although we lost at that point, I gotta say, we picked exactly the right teammates to
represent us. I mean, sure, they were the only two out of all of us who DIDN’T know that Supergirl was
Superman’s cousin. But they knew all of the other sudden death questions, and so I am very proud of
them.
I tried to flirt with the cute waitress with partial success, but more importantly the other waitress
announced it was her last night because she’s buying a bar near where I live. Awesome! Once she’s in
charge and let’s us know where it is, I shall make it my local. It’ll be just like England, where everyone
has a pub.
Team Dakota: Protectors of Innocents
Disorganized Crime
Later in the day I went to meet up with a friend I had not seen in a while; we got take-away Indian food,
and then I bailed when others arrived to watch some TV show called "The Cut." I have no idea what it’s about, except that its
another reality show, and so, I am not in least interested. But before I left, a friend showed me
something that I can’t talk about at all; in fact, I’ve already said too much, and now he will get
assassinated.
Then I walked to Hollywood Video in Wallingford to drop off
a movie for a friend, and then walked back to a Thai place called May where I was supposed to meet some folks for drinks. I got there
before them and so had another cold beer. The lady behind the bar was cute and friendly, one of those
people who asks you for your name and then uses it. "How’s your beer, Jason?" and "Thanks Jason, have a
good night." It was almost infectious (or, more likely, I was drunk) because I even used her name when
talking back to her.
Well, those "drinks" I thought we were meeting for was dinner afterall, so they ate and I had a few
appetizers. They were… small. For the price. I essentially had Thai chicken nuggets. Ah well, it’s the
people, not the food, right. We-all tried to find a place to have a drink, though, afterwards, but nothing
was working out, so back to one’s place for tea and conversation.
Let Them Drink Rum
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Eventually it was time for bowling, which I went and
did. And I bowled well. Not well enough to beat the other team, but better than my average. This despite a
dizzeness and feeling of unease that gripped me. I bowled a 169, a 179, and a 150. It's all about
concentration. It's all about having the right song in your head. For me, it was "Block Rockin Beats" by
the 
I did play 
I watched 
A coupla hotties dropped by and we drove down to Burien
for the Excellence’s going away party. There were cupcakes. There were cheeseburgers. There was smoked
salmon that I simply could not get enough of. Yum squared. There were also tons of kids there, and one of
those inflatable bouncy rooms, a Merry Maker Jumpotron I think it was. The best was watching the
Excellence’s 6 ft 8 (exaggeration) dad go in there and body slam the 7 year olds till the whole shebang
nearly fell over.