There is a DIRECT TV ad that pops up on my Yahoo mail right over where you click for the new messages. You cannot close the ad. You can click on it, but you can't change it, move it. And it keeps you from accessing your email. I was thinking about when I would finally stop using this crappy yahoo mail, and this is it!
Maybe it's some kind of prank played by someone, a hacker, but it's been there all day. I would think that yahoo would get rid of it by now. And if it's that easy to hack into their website, then who is reading my email. Not that it's that interesting. Airfrance at yahoo, password, concorde. You can check it out for yourself!
But anyway-- well, I was not going to give any money to Direct TV anyway. And maybe it's not their fault. It's someone's fault. It's idiotic.
18 October 2007
14 October 2007
Movie Review: Science Friction
Not only is this movie OK to see ahead of time, the best way to experience it is to sit naked at room temperature with your feet up on the back of the seat in front of you. There are mysterious deaths, Buffalo, Kansas, and lots and lots of deja vu. Honesty is the best policy, except when being nonconfrontational seems more or less specific. It is generally spicy and zesty, but not uncomfortable. Don't get yourself arrested! Ride home on the back of a fire engine. Lie to your boss. Dump all your trash in the street, the way college students do. Get on the warpath in your Pinto, and remember: weekend availability is all-important!
4 stars (out of one hundred) (that was a joke) NO STARS.
Wait until this one comes out on DVD, then ignore it!
4 stars (out of one hundred) (that was a joke) NO STARS.
Wait until this one comes out on DVD, then ignore it!
02 October 2007
Review of the Contents of My Post Office Box Today
I hadn’t checked my P.O. box for a few days, and I expected it to be overflowing, but there was just ONE THING: a recipe for "Crawford's Swedish Gingersnap Cookies" --on a postcard --from WMSE’s Tom Crawford, no doubt.
This is essentially a cookie recipe. I guess I could go on and on here about how much I hate cookies, and how much I hate the WORD cookie, and how I think that the idea and concept of the COOKIE is pretty much taking over our world, ruining our way of life, and is pretty much, when you come down to it, I feel, the symbol of the end of all civilization.
This particular recipe, however, is interesting because of the ingredient "3/4 cup bacon fat"-- listed as the first ingredient! I think that this recipe is all about using BACON FAT in the place of lard, vegetable shortening, or butter. This is really kind of exciting to me. I think, even, if it wasn't for the inclusion of "The Evil Grain," I would be at home right now whipping up a batch or these fuckers.
This is essentially a cookie recipe. I guess I could go on and on here about how much I hate cookies, and how much I hate the WORD cookie, and how I think that the idea and concept of the COOKIE is pretty much taking over our world, ruining our way of life, and is pretty much, when you come down to it, I feel, the symbol of the end of all civilization.
This particular recipe, however, is interesting because of the ingredient "3/4 cup bacon fat"-- listed as the first ingredient! I think that this recipe is all about using BACON FAT in the place of lard, vegetable shortening, or butter. This is really kind of exciting to me. I think, even, if it wasn't for the inclusion of "The Evil Grain," I would be at home right now whipping up a batch or these fuckers.
29 September 2007
The Mystery of Cups and Glasses
Another day at the office, even though, yes, it's Saturday. I was just in Toronto for a week, and I cleaned up before I left. Now, back at the office, the lunch table is sticky, trash is lying here and there. How hard is it to put trash in the trash can? There are about 20 cups and glasses sitting about. The dishwasher sits empty. For there to be that many cups and glasses, each person who works here must have used a fresh cup or glass each time he/she had a drink of water, then left the cups and glasses sitting out on the table, on the counter, in the sink. Never in the dishwasher. Never in the dish drainer. Never in their office.
I know this is just about the most boring thing to write about of all time, but I DON'T UNDERSTAND! I just don't. These are all smart people. They know there is no maid, no servant, not even a lowly employee to clean up after them. I am left to believe that the people who work in this office just REALLY LIKE TO SEE about 20 cups and glasses sitting around. It's an aesthetic thing. Or some kind of an art project.
I know this is just about the most boring thing to write about of all time, but I DON'T UNDERSTAND! I just don't. These are all smart people. They know there is no maid, no servant, not even a lowly employee to clean up after them. I am left to believe that the people who work in this office just REALLY LIKE TO SEE about 20 cups and glasses sitting around. It's an aesthetic thing. Or some kind of an art project.
17 September 2007
The Sword Is Mightier Than The Pen
That other saying has been around so long, people just go on believing it means something anymore. Ha! Not that I'm cynical, but a fine example is Bill Belichick, recently, after being caught cheating. I watched the football game last night, just to see how a man who just got half a million dollars taken away from him might look while standing on the edge of a grassy field. No more designer suits for this guy, he was wearing on old sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off. His pants held up by a belt made of twine. He looked like his hair was cut with dull, pre-school scissors.
But I'm guessing that's how he always looks. I'm guessing he's NOT REALLY parting with half a million dollars. And I'm positive that if they keep winning, he will keep his job, and his popularity. He can even continue to cheat, as long as he doesn't get caught again.
But I'm guessing that's how he always looks. I'm guessing he's NOT REALLY parting with half a million dollars. And I'm positive that if they keep winning, he will keep his job, and his popularity. He can even continue to cheat, as long as he doesn't get caught again.
12 September 2007
Happy Flowers
They are jack hammering outside the window here. I mean it's really loud-- so loud I can't hear the phone ring, and usually the phone is really annoying. I didn't think a think like this jack hammering could bother me so much, but this is literally driving me crazy. So I'm going to try to concentrate on happy things, before I start breaking things.
Happy flowers afrit! Deer jump about in the mezzanine, zoftigging each other with pomp and whelk! Gumboils explode in blue, white and pink cosmography, running the foolery into my rayon suit pants, soiled by my trimmer in the sidecar! I mean soiled by my spilt sidecar cocktail in the trimmer! I mean trimmed by the spilt soil in the milch garden! Torso reverses, soused solid, used sough fads shooed areas anoxia sic soak avoid kipsie flowers afrit! Deer jump, zoftigging each other wit pomp amends whelk! In blue, white and pink cosmography, running my solids trough used sough fads and shooed areas anoxia soiled in mother milch’s garden! Torso souses solid, used a sough fads shooed areas anoxia sic soak avoid Hippie flowers afrit! Deer jumble zoftigging and whelk! in blue, white and pink in the milch gardenia! torso souses solid red sough fads shooed areas anoxia sic steak avoid Harpie flowers afrit! Deer jump, zoftigging other with pomp and chef! in blue, white and pink cosmography, ruff running tool he is my solid used a sough fads shooed areas anoxia soil in the party! tariffs of savvies so used a sough fads shooed areas anoxia sic soak avoid Hyrpie frowners afrit!, Deer jump, zoftigging each other with faced whelk! in blue, white and pink…
Happy flowers afrit! Deer jump about in the mezzanine, zoftigging each other with pomp and whelk! Gumboils explode in blue, white and pink cosmography, running the foolery into my rayon suit pants, soiled by my trimmer in the sidecar! I mean soiled by my spilt sidecar cocktail in the trimmer! I mean trimmed by the spilt soil in the milch garden! Torso reverses, soused solid, used sough fads shooed areas anoxia sic soak avoid kipsie flowers afrit! Deer jump, zoftigging each other wit pomp amends whelk! In blue, white and pink cosmography, running my solids trough used sough fads and shooed areas anoxia soiled in mother milch’s garden! Torso souses solid, used a sough fads shooed areas anoxia sic soak avoid Hippie flowers afrit! Deer jumble zoftigging and whelk! in blue, white and pink in the milch gardenia! torso souses solid red sough fads shooed areas anoxia sic steak avoid Harpie flowers afrit! Deer jump, zoftigging other with pomp and chef! in blue, white and pink cosmography, ruff running tool he is my solid used a sough fads shooed areas anoxia soil in the party! tariffs of savvies so used a sough fads shooed areas anoxia sic soak avoid Hyrpie frowners afrit!, Deer jump, zoftigging each other with faced whelk! in blue, white and pink…
07 September 2007
LULL
I was walking into the office by one of the new condos going up, and I noticed this orange lift machine with the word "LULL" on it in huge letters. By lift machine I mean some kind of construction machine that looks to be a combination of a cherry-picker and a bulldozer. It looks like it can move around easily and hoist large objects up into the air. The letters LULL were painted prominently on the side, obviously the name of the company that makes the machine. I don't know if the letters are an acronym for something, or somebody’s name, or perhaps a descriptive phrase.
As I walked by the machine I noticed several workers, construction workers wearing hardhats, standing around idly. One man was leaning against the machine, and another was smoking . One had his hands in his pockets, and one was talking absentmindedly on a cell phone, stumbling back and forth. One of the men was drinking a cup of coffee. I think at least three of them were smoking, actually.
It then occurred to me that perhaps LULL was the wrong thing to write on the side of machinery. Perhaps LULL was the wrong message to be presenting to your workers. It occurred to me that they have been working on this particular condo FOREVER, and it's not like it's an architectural gem or anything. It essentially looks like PROJECTS with BALCONIES.
As I walked by the machine I noticed several workers, construction workers wearing hardhats, standing around idly. One man was leaning against the machine, and another was smoking . One had his hands in his pockets, and one was talking absentmindedly on a cell phone, stumbling back and forth. One of the men was drinking a cup of coffee. I think at least three of them were smoking, actually.
It then occurred to me that perhaps LULL was the wrong thing to write on the side of machinery. Perhaps LULL was the wrong message to be presenting to your workers. It occurred to me that they have been working on this particular condo FOREVER, and it's not like it's an architectural gem or anything. It essentially looks like PROJECTS with BALCONIES.
05 September 2007
Dylan
I ran into Bob Dylan over labor day weekend, and had a nice visit. We went out for a quick bite-- Bob had a lettuce wrap thing, and I had a super burrito with cole slaw on the side. We both had iced coffee. It was kind of hot out. No, wait, Bob had rock juice. He didn't find the name ironic or stupid, or make any kind of comment on being embarrassed about ordering something as ridiculous sounding as rock juice. I guess I kind of envied him there. I was thinking, that's kind of when you know your mind is on other things. He can probably eat a snickerdoodle cookie without cringing, and he can probably call a blog a blog. I asked him about this movie with Todd Haynes, and he seemed kind of pleased with it. He said it was the kind of thing he'd have done years ago, and everyone would give him shit about it. I said everyone will probably give Todd Haynes shit about it now, and he said, maybe so, but not the kind of shit he would’ve got, or still would. I asked is that because you're Bob Dylan, and people want you to write songs and not make movies? He said, of course, if Todd Haynes recorded a double album with 10 minute long songs and cryptic lyrics, people would certainly give him shit, but not that much. Especially if it was good. I said then why? He said, something like, well, I'll get shit for buying a Volvo, or using Tide detergent, or dressing in all green. I said, yeah, I suppose you're right. And he said, so, do you still want to be me? And I said, hell no. I never wanted to be anyone but....
Air France
Air France
29 August 2007
I'm Not Gay!
Once again I turn on the radio in the morning to hear a man pleading in a press conference, "I'm not gay!"-- and I think, I'm sure I'm not the only one this sounds weird to, but apparently the commentators at NPR don't think it's weird. It's kind of like having a press conference to announce, "I'm not a Capricorn!" or "I don't eat chicken!" What's the deal with this? I thought we were moving into the future. Oh, no, that's right-- we are moving into the dark ages, or the DARK AGES, the NEW Dark Ages. Sometimes I think that mortality is like a race to a peaceful place before an insane world becomes unbearable.
I even had to read about this Idaho Senator a little-- what happened. It seems he was making well known public restroom signals to an undercover cop. (Aren't there real crimes being committed in Idaho?) How come I don't know these signals? You mean I could go to a rest stop bathroom and tap my foot a few times and get arrested? What if I was humming a popular show tune in the shitter-- could I possibly get life in prison? Is my habit of smiling at strangers on the street putting me at risk with the vice squad? And what are police doing camping out in bathrooms, waiting for people to meet up? Are there police in pickup bars, waiting for you to buy someone a drink, and then-- to jail? I've had men say things to me that I've interpreted as a proposition-- though I'm always unsure-- but I usually find it’s pretty easy to smile and say, "no thanks" or even shake my head no-- and I usually see no need to call 911.
We shouldn't be so surprised that politicians are so frequently involved in sex scandals. They are politicians! We shouldn't be surprised if occasionally a boxer beats the shit out of someone-- though really, boxers seem to have a bit more control, generally, than politicians. But that's what boxers do. What politicians do is say, "Vote for ME! Love ME! LOVE Me!" It's all about love, right?
Anyway, so what's this guy saying? In announcing loudly, in public, "I'm not gay!"-- he's not necessarily saying he thinks it's bad to be gay, or is he? Shouldn't HIS WIFE be the person he's saying I'm not gay to? Is he saying?-- "I'm not gay, I just like to have sex with anonymous men in public restrooms! But I'm not gay!" I guess he IS saying: "It's bad to be gay, but I'm not gay, I'm just a public restroom perv, LOVE ME! LOVE ME!"
I even had to read about this Idaho Senator a little-- what happened. It seems he was making well known public restroom signals to an undercover cop. (Aren't there real crimes being committed in Idaho?) How come I don't know these signals? You mean I could go to a rest stop bathroom and tap my foot a few times and get arrested? What if I was humming a popular show tune in the shitter-- could I possibly get life in prison? Is my habit of smiling at strangers on the street putting me at risk with the vice squad? And what are police doing camping out in bathrooms, waiting for people to meet up? Are there police in pickup bars, waiting for you to buy someone a drink, and then-- to jail? I've had men say things to me that I've interpreted as a proposition-- though I'm always unsure-- but I usually find it’s pretty easy to smile and say, "no thanks" or even shake my head no-- and I usually see no need to call 911.
We shouldn't be so surprised that politicians are so frequently involved in sex scandals. They are politicians! We shouldn't be surprised if occasionally a boxer beats the shit out of someone-- though really, boxers seem to have a bit more control, generally, than politicians. But that's what boxers do. What politicians do is say, "Vote for ME! Love ME! LOVE Me!" It's all about love, right?
Anyway, so what's this guy saying? In announcing loudly, in public, "I'm not gay!"-- he's not necessarily saying he thinks it's bad to be gay, or is he? Shouldn't HIS WIFE be the person he's saying I'm not gay to? Is he saying?-- "I'm not gay, I just like to have sex with anonymous men in public restrooms! But I'm not gay!" I guess he IS saying: "It's bad to be gay, but I'm not gay, I'm just a public restroom perv, LOVE ME! LOVE ME!"
28 August 2007
Horrible Depression
I've fallen into a horrible depression, for no apparent reason except for the internet, and bad TV, and fatty foods, the full moon, incessant rain, and no exercise. Did I forget to mention, no exercise? Did I say, no exercise?
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22 August 2007
Preparations for World Spanning Journey Continue
It is a busy time during the waning hot and humid days of August. While continuing my tour with the crazy nuts at Found Magazine, I'm also busy planning my upcoming World Tour. This will be like no other world tour you've ever heard of. Tentatively referred to as the "Around the World in 80 Days Tour" it will be a slow speed, meandering, almost directionless foray into the upper atmosphere of this place we call Earth. Only superficially connected to any actual geography, this tour is more about what is "up there." Is it brighter? Is it cleaner? Perhaps the air is too thin for any coherency. We shall see. Stay tuned!
I remain,
Air France
I remain,
Air France
19 August 2007
Slow to Anger
I was supposed to shoot with Frankie this morning, but he didn't show up at 9:30 as planned. I just looked over at my calendar to see if maybe I had the day or the date wrong, or the time wrong-- sometimes I get all upset about something and it turns out I am wrong, just totally wrong. I am the jackass, the dumbass! I don't mind admitting when I am wrong. But no-- it was this morning, our date, the plan, the date, the day, the time. My time, in as much as one can own time, which one can't (that is, unless you buy a piece from Calico Jack!) So-- nothing-- and planning to shoot affects my sleep. It's not that I don't get any, but the day ahead definitely affects my dreams. I would be mad, but I am worried. I have to be worried, not mad because I don't know if anything might have happened to him/her that might have prevented him/her from making the rendezvous. It is dark today. So dark. It is making me feel kind of creepy. I hope everything is okay. One nice thing about not getting mad now, but later, is that there is always a time for anger. But sometimes if you wait, you realize that it's not worth your time and effort anyway. The ship has sailed, and you realize that not only are you glad you aren't on it, you are much better off reading about the ship later, and watching the movie of the week.
18 August 2007
A New Beginning
I have made a rash decision to make a new start in life beginning with a new name. I will no longer be using the name I used to use (I'm not even going to mention it anymore) and I expect all of my acquaintances to only use my new name. After my name change is complete and instituted, I will then move onto other areas of my life.
The name I will now be using for all correspondence and socialization, including greetings, farewells, and fond embraces, will be Air France. There is no first name, no last name, no surname, no nickname. Though, I suppose, as names go, you can call me anything you want to. Please don't call me by my old name, though. I will not respond to it. "Air" will be okay, if overly familiar, and "France" will be acceptable. "Air France" will be best.
"Why" is the question I am most asked, about most things, and I'm sure it will come up in this case as well. Because change is good, is a good answer. I believe in change, and in reaching somewhat further than necessary or even desirable in order to achieve that change.
So please join me in my new life, in this new place, and with this new outlook. What is new and good for me will be new and good for you, too. And, I sincerely believe, for the world.
I am:
Air France
The name I will now be using for all correspondence and socialization, including greetings, farewells, and fond embraces, will be Air France. There is no first name, no last name, no surname, no nickname. Though, I suppose, as names go, you can call me anything you want to. Please don't call me by my old name, though. I will not respond to it. "Air" will be okay, if overly familiar, and "France" will be acceptable. "Air France" will be best.
"Why" is the question I am most asked, about most things, and I'm sure it will come up in this case as well. Because change is good, is a good answer. I believe in change, and in reaching somewhat further than necessary or even desirable in order to achieve that change.
So please join me in my new life, in this new place, and with this new outlook. What is new and good for me will be new and good for you, too. And, I sincerely believe, for the world.
I am:
Air France
17 August 2007
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