Marc
A carnival works because people pay to feel amazed and scared. They can nibble around a midway getting amazed here and scared there, or both. -- by Katherine Dunn in Geek Love
San Jose, California
One. My roommate, Erin, bought me a fake "bling-bling" necklace with a $ medallion dangling off of it, all in shiny fake platinum. I've been wearing it for the entire week. I think it is funny to walk onto the first class section of an airplane wearing a "bling-bling" necklace. I think it is funny to check into a fancy hotel wearing a "bling-bling" necklace. I think it is funny to answer a door for a room-service delivery wearing a "bling-bling" necklace. But I think it's funnier to be wearing a "bling-bling" necklace with clothes that are so utterly not "bling-bling". Like jeans and t-shirts. Neither by designers.
Two. That Cubs game on Saturday vs. the Yankakees was an absolute fucking heartwrencher. I had three other people with me at my apartment watching it, and I swear to you we were up and down in the chairs, on the edges of our seats, crossing our fingers, toes, etc, just hoping that the Cubs would pull it off. Between Choi's concussion and Karros' home-run, not to mention Borowski's last innings work, I don't know that I'm mentally able to handle anything else for the rest of this week. Go Cubbies!
Three. That movie, The Sweetest Thing, is the crappiest piece of crap ever to exist in the history of cinema. I hate to go all Bill Walton on your asses, but I just sat through the last half of it, and I can't help but think, I've just wasted forty-five minutes of my life. Of course, if Luke were still around he'd look at me with a straight face and say, "If you didn't see the first half, the second half makes no sense. Of course you wouldn't like it if all you saw was the last half." Fucker.
Four. This hotel room I'm in right now is awesome. Two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, one bathroom, and free internet access. I'm only supposed to be here for one night, but I don't want to leave. Plus, my plans to watch the Giants/White Sox game were foiled when I discovered that they're playing each other in Chicago, not San Francisco. I really want to be able to watch a game at Pac Bell Park, and I'd really like to see anyone (doesn't matter who) beat the crap out of the White Sox.
Up Next: Radio Silence.
Tomorrow: San Jose. Oakland. San Francisco.
A carnival works because people pay to feel amazed and scared. They can nibble around a midway getting amazed here and scared there, or both. -- by Katherine Dunn in Geek Love
San Jose, California
One. My roommate, Erin, bought me a fake "bling-bling" necklace with a $ medallion dangling off of it, all in shiny fake platinum. I've been wearing it for the entire week. I think it is funny to walk onto the first class section of an airplane wearing a "bling-bling" necklace. I think it is funny to check into a fancy hotel wearing a "bling-bling" necklace. I think it is funny to answer a door for a room-service delivery wearing a "bling-bling" necklace. But I think it's funnier to be wearing a "bling-bling" necklace with clothes that are so utterly not "bling-bling". Like jeans and t-shirts. Neither by designers.
Two. That Cubs game on Saturday vs. the Yankakees was an absolute fucking heartwrencher. I had three other people with me at my apartment watching it, and I swear to you we were up and down in the chairs, on the edges of our seats, crossing our fingers, toes, etc, just hoping that the Cubs would pull it off. Between Choi's concussion and Karros' home-run, not to mention Borowski's last innings work, I don't know that I'm mentally able to handle anything else for the rest of this week. Go Cubbies!
Three. That movie, The Sweetest Thing, is the crappiest piece of crap ever to exist in the history of cinema. I hate to go all Bill Walton on your asses, but I just sat through the last half of it, and I can't help but think, I've just wasted forty-five minutes of my life. Of course, if Luke were still around he'd look at me with a straight face and say, "If you didn't see the first half, the second half makes no sense. Of course you wouldn't like it if all you saw was the last half." Fucker.
Four. This hotel room I'm in right now is awesome. Two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, one bathroom, and free internet access. I'm only supposed to be here for one night, but I don't want to leave. Plus, my plans to watch the Giants/White Sox game were foiled when I discovered that they're playing each other in Chicago, not San Francisco. I really want to be able to watch a game at Pac Bell Park, and I'd really like to see anyone (doesn't matter who) beat the crap out of the White Sox.
Up Next: Radio Silence.
Tomorrow: San Jose. Oakland. San Francisco.
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