Month: September 2005
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Rooter Bong
Call Rooter Bong, that’s the name, and away go troubles down the… uh… what do you call that… thing? where it’s like the water just… goes away… like… whoa. The people next door are getting some kind of plumbing work done. Hourly rates are the lowest in the city, but they take a long time.…
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Serenity
I was looking for something to fill the Sydney Bristow-shaped hole in my heart, and I found Serenity. Err, “Firefly.” Mac got me the DVDs a while ago, and we’d planned to watch them together but either forgot or got distracted by “NewsRadio” and World of Warcraft. I’m surprised at how much I’m enjoying the…
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Up Before Noon
I’d always heard about the “Seattle Depression,” but I never understood it until I moved to San Francisco. Anyone who’s known me for any length of time knows that I’m nocturnal by default, and left to my own I’ll gradually switch to up all night (when I’m convinced I get “my best ideas”) and asleep…
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Christmas only comes once a year
That’s it? That’s the big climax for season 3? (Of “Alias.” In case anyone reading thought there was a chance I’d be talking about anything else.) I can’t even tell if it warrants a “spoiler” warning, but whatever.
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Field Trip
Because, apparently, I’m a moron, I decided to start watching Battle Royale at around 1 AM tonight. So tonight I can’t blame the insomnia on anybody else. Baka! I’d been hearing about this movie for years, and I was actually afraid to watch it. The premise — Lord of the Flies meets “Survivor,” where a…
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Looters
Normally when you’re as ignorant of politics as I am, you keep your mouth shut unless absolutely necessary. But lately I can’t turn around (virtually speaking) without reading something that makes me want to put my fist through a wall. I can’t read all the news stories of people trying to capitalize on a national…
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James Van Der Beek and them sisters from “Sister, Sister”
The title is from Mike Doughty’s song “Busting Up a Starbucks”. If I’m interpreting it correctly, the song’s about impotent outrage at “corporate culture,” pop culture in particular. So at least for the rest of this post, that’s exactly what it’s about. And what a coincidence, because that’s what I’ve been thinking about a lot…
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Subliminal
The other day, I was trying to buy a pack of cigarettes from someone who just wasn’t getting the concept. Usually I say, “American Spirits mediums” and if they don’t get it, I say “the light green ones.” This was too much for the poor clerk to handle, so I was having to point vigorously…
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Angelias
I had another bout with insomnia last night, even after “helping” Alex move, and then drinking a whole lot of beer, the two things that should guarantee I fall asleep immediately. So what that means is that I finished another four episodes of “Alias,” and there’s just two discs left in Season 3. At this…
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Country Mouse
I just went out for my 1:30 AM cigarette, and there was a guy hiding behind the stairs wearing only boxer shorts, a T-shirt, and socks, holding a baseball bat. When he heard me come out, he started giggling and gingerly skipped up the block a ways. After a minute or so, he skipped back…
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Displaced
Still in Burbank at my comfortable media-company-catering suburban-luxury hotel, watching reports of New Orleans on the news and wondering what to do. Can’t do anything about that in particular (except donate), and considering I’ve never actually been to the city so I don’t even have anything useful to say. I’ve still got about four hours…