Effluvia

Cool! Shot glasses made of ice.

Thar she blows! I see they offer a payment plan. I'd hate to be the repo guy.

Oh - and here's one of the features of this product:

"Carries the waste through a clear viewing tube directly into the toilet."

I repeat: clear viewing tube.

Huh?

And while we're on that subject...here's the scoop on poop.

And here's more exotic animal crap.

And, finally, make your own Mr. Hankey. He would seem to be the mascot of the evening's links, after all.



Journal Roulette

Ceej's Black Book - Ooooh, a big name! I've never cared for her work, though. A little too geeky for my tastes. "Computer database printer memory blah blah blah..." But, you know, it takes different strokes to move the world.



Siobhanorama!

Nothing new from Siobhan. She's a slacker. I bet all day today she shuffled around the apartment, taking the occasional bong-hit and watching Passions.




01/24/2001
Jargon

I don't think the following entry is very good. It's substandard. You are excused from reading it, if you choose. I won't mind.

I'll think less of you, but I won't mind.




A coworker and I were called in to see the boss this morning. We speculated on all manner of bad reasons for the meeting: layoffs, firings, beatings...

It turns out, though, that the boss just wanted to know if we were happy with where we were sitting, location-wise. We said yes and made a hasty retreat.

Also, I was called into another meeting about the next big job I'm about to start working on. I took a little note pad so I'd look diligent.

It didn't work. After "so, Harold, I'd like to talk about..." it degenerated into purest computer jargon. I understood not a word. I nodded and said "yeah, yeah" several times, though, and no one seemed to notice what an idiot I am. I may not be much of a computer guy, but I'm a heck of an actor sometimes.




If you're a Buffy geek, well, Buffy was really good last night. Thrilling. If you're interested in that sort of thing.

Speaking of television, Sonya and I have been watching Dexter's Lab every night lately, it seems like. Sonya raises an important question:

Why does Dexter have an Eastern European Mad Scientist accent when his family is clearly All-American? No one knows.




And why do the fucking morning drive DJ's yammer on and on every morning? They're not interesting, they have nothing new to say and we really need some good tunes in the morning just to get going. But no. They wanna talk about current events or some such shit. While the "Morning Zoo" format with lots of people in the studio being zany was quite fun fifteen years ago, the time is now past. A new morning broadcast paradigm must be established.

Listen, guys, if I want the news I'll put it on a news station, okay? Shut up and play the fuckin' music already.




Who do you like in the Super Bowl? Part of me likes the Giants by three points, while the rest of me doesn't give a shit. Survivor should be good, though.

As far as reality TV goes, though, I think I'd much rather be on Temptation Island than Survivor. From a pleasant vs. unpleasant standpoint, of course.

Survivor: Will I get to eat today?

Temptation Island: Will I be able to keep my hands off all the delicious ass today?

Which one would you rather do?




Hey, did I mention that Sonya and I are going out this weekend? We're going out to have drinks with a coworker of mine and her husband.

Out! With people! Doing things! I'm all worked up!

We're going to check out the bar at the W Hotel, which is supposed to be pretty cool. And after that? Who knows. It's a party town; we might have some fun.

Shopping this weekend, too. I've got to get a new tuxedo shirt and a vest for the Orpheuscapade, and I need to pick up the latest book for my reading group - Elmore Leonard's Get Shorty. I have a creeping suspicion that I've read it before, but I think it was pretty good. I don't mind reading it again.




Apparently Microsoft had a little trouble keeping it up today. Funny.

But it annoys me. I read Slate throughout the day, and it was never there. I was bereft.




Also funny...

I was making some dinner earlier. Sonya was playing Galaga on the iBook.

"Hey, Harold?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"You don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to, but I was cleaning out cookies today and I came across one form sexlist.com."

"Sexlist.com?" I asked.

"Sexlist.com."

Strange. While I'm certainly not ashamed to admit I've looked at the internet porn before - I mean hey! It's free! - I don't ever recall looking at sexlist.com. When I need porno links I go to Link-O-Rama.

And I really can't recall looking at any online porn since...well, before Christmas, anyway. No porn in general, and no Sexlist in particular. I think I'd remember that.

But I follow links all the time, especially from Memepool, who sometimes showcase the porn. So maybe that's it.

The Sexlist people have some good animated ads, though, don't they?




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