02/01/2000
MILF

Songs that would fill the dancefloor at Six One Six, circa 1990:

I think, anyway. That Lords of Acid song might be a few years later. Something like that, though.




So, my last week of work at this job. My productivity has plummeted.

It's a wonderful thing, isn't it? That lifting of all work-related stress as one job comes to an end and the next one hasn't started. Think about it: this weekend I will have no work-related concerns at all. I just got to make it to the next job on time Monday morning. It's pretty sweet.




I'm looking for a low-end PowerBook, maybe one of the old 100 series. I need a little word processor to take to London (and on a few other trips) and I'm not quite ready to make the leap to an iBook, though I assure you that will happen someday.

Have you got one laying around the house? I'll make you an offer on it. I've tracked a few of them on eBay. They stay affordable until an hour before the auction ends, and then there's a frenzy of buyers snapping and clawing at each other.




The City Council here in Memphis has a great deal of power. One of the women on the City Council was arrested a few weeks ago for shoplifting! And it's not like she was shoplifting at a jewelry store or something - she was stealing from Holliday's! That's so sad. The woman runs the city by day and tries to get away with keychains by night.

She says she has a problem. Yeah, she's got a problem - she's a fuckin' thief.




Saturday was fun. The family all took something to my mom's house (I made baked beans and a cheese ball - they were horked down, I tell you) and we had a lovely party for my grandmother's eighty-third (!) birthday. Afterwards, we went to my sister Dawne's house for martinis. My other sister, Julie, is a card dealer at one of the casinos, so we played penny blackjack and three-card poker. It was a warm and fuzzy afternoon.

Sunday was slower, if that's possible. I did make a run to Wherehouse - I wanted to pick up the new Buffy box set, which I did. And some magazines, and a CD of gothic/industrial covers of new wave songs. Fun, fun, fun.

The new Buffy box is excellent, by the way. All the Evil Angel stuff from the second season. Angel is a really cool bad guy.

I had a bloody mary for the first time Sunday, too. I told Dawne the whole concept of tomato-based cocktails disgusted me. She gave me a bottle of Major Peter's mix and told me to try one of those. I did. Hot. Yummy. Good thing.

Did you watch the Super Bowl? Tennessee very nearly pulled it out. They had a damned fine run, but the Rams were a goddamned juggernaut. And could Kurt Warner maybe thank his Lord and Savior a few more times? One mention of Jesus is acceptable from an athlete, I suppose. Constant, repeated talk of religious beliefs is unattractive in the extreme.

Speaking of Kurt Warner: could his wife be a bigger dyke? I don't know why she was so deep in denial about it that she had to marry a football player. Probably that religion thing again. His mom, though, is really kind of cute, and she looks years younger than his wife.

It the lingo of American Pie, his mom is a MILF.





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