about the cabinet when it is fully assembled.
but for now, i have a small rant about the crisis in india. yes, its fucking tragic, and yes i want more answers, and no, american media wont give it to me straight, BUT
did you know there are five countries in africa who lost at least twice as many people on that day to genocide? and it just happened again today. and itll happen tomorrow. and it happened yesterday. did you see any stories on that?
so heres an open letter
dear person who determines what tragedies see air time,
OR
dear persons in charge of the world community at large,
OR
dear people of the world who know and turn a blind eye to certain events and gush over others,
FUCK YOU.
sincerely,
lee
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
travis drives up to omaha to pick up some cash
it was hot as fuck for a change. and all the birds were yelping about it. and little nameless wouldnt give me a handjob on the drive over to omaha, said she felt too clean to do it. i didnt mind much.
i got off enough at the prospect of picking up my six and a half grand in omaha. i placed a bet on a scrappy little bitch who knocked the feet out from under the frontrunner. dog racing. it was a different kind of sport.
little nameless' stomach got to growling a little after noon. she wanted some more of those goddamn chicken fries. there was a burger king about ten miles down the highway, and i tried to explain to her that itd probably only be about 15 minutes. she kind of spaced out on me though. i think the little derelict who ran around our little motel room sold her some bad shrooms.
that girl was always getting into so much shit. she reminded me of betty. everyone reminded me of betty in nebraska. thats what her dad used to call her. nebraska beth. i think she used to live there or something before he got custody.
we pulled into the burger king and the bitch had already fallen asleep, so i bought her the fries and hauled ass north to omaha to pick up my winnings.
my old buddy rich was waiting for me in the backlot of some dealership. i half thought about leaving the girl there, but i didnt trust rich much around women. and my sister lives in kansas city. i wanted the two to meet.
i got off enough at the prospect of picking up my six and a half grand in omaha. i placed a bet on a scrappy little bitch who knocked the feet out from under the frontrunner. dog racing. it was a different kind of sport.
little nameless' stomach got to growling a little after noon. she wanted some more of those goddamn chicken fries. there was a burger king about ten miles down the highway, and i tried to explain to her that itd probably only be about 15 minutes. she kind of spaced out on me though. i think the little derelict who ran around our little motel room sold her some bad shrooms.
that girl was always getting into so much shit. she reminded me of betty. everyone reminded me of betty in nebraska. thats what her dad used to call her. nebraska beth. i think she used to live there or something before he got custody.
we pulled into the burger king and the bitch had already fallen asleep, so i bought her the fries and hauled ass north to omaha to pick up my winnings.
my old buddy rich was waiting for me in the backlot of some dealership. i half thought about leaving the girl there, but i didnt trust rich much around women. and my sister lives in kansas city. i wanted the two to meet.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
reviving the blog
i dont want to talk about politics, but i do want to keep this blog alive, so i guess im just going to ramble for a couple of paragraphs and hope i find something to say.
a new hobby you should all pick up: reading antiquated history and economy journals. ive had so much fun reading about brits opinions on russia before the second world war or listening to american commentators argue that the economy is strong and economists are just trying to play prophet in the twenties.
im listening to james brown. im not sure why.
yeah... not sure this is quite working, but i might as well keep writing shit. today is a really slow day.
listen to neutral milk hotel. even though ive already told all you readers to do so. do it. for real.
anyone have any suggestions for my next book? id like something light. if anyone says twilight i will shoot you in the face. no lie.
a new hobby you should all pick up: reading antiquated history and economy journals. ive had so much fun reading about brits opinions on russia before the second world war or listening to american commentators argue that the economy is strong and economists are just trying to play prophet in the twenties.
im listening to james brown. im not sure why.
yeah... not sure this is quite working, but i might as well keep writing shit. today is a really slow day.
listen to neutral milk hotel. even though ive already told all you readers to do so. do it. for real.
anyone have any suggestions for my next book? id like something light. if anyone says twilight i will shoot you in the face. no lie.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
politic fatigue
i have it.
maccain won the debate on points. but he always looks like a dick, so no one thought he won.
if i can somehow get a working internet connection in my fucking room, ill be back here with a rant sometime in the coming week.
maccain won the debate on points. but he always looks like a dick, so no one thought he won.
if i can somehow get a working internet connection in my fucking room, ill be back here with a rant sometime in the coming week.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
a would-be review of the second debate
heres why im not doing it
-nothing important was said
-both candidates scare the shit out of me
-barack obama is already the president; mccain has all but given up
-nothing important was said
-both candidates scare the shit out of me
-barack obama is already the president; mccain has all but given up
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Excerpt from Bret Easton Ellis' Less Than Zero
As we walk out of the theater, ninety minutes, maybe two hours later, some girl with pink hair and roller skates slung over her shoulders come up to Trent.
"Trent, like, oh my God. Isn't this place a scream?" the girl squeals.
"Hey, Ronnette, this Clay. Clay, this is Ronnette."
"Hi, Clay," she says, flirting. "Hey, you two, what flick did you see?" She opens a piece of Bazooka and pops it into her mouth.
"Um . . . number thirteen," Trent says, groggy, eyes red and half closed.
"What was it called?" Ronnette asks.
"I forget," Trent says, and looks over at me. I forgot too and so i just shrug.
"Hey Trenty, I need a ride. Did you drive here?" she asks.
"No, well yeah. No, Clay did."
"Oh, Clay, could you please give me a ride?"
"Sure."
"Fab. Let me put these on and we'll go."
On the way through the mall, a security guard, sitting alone on a white bench, smoking a cigarette, tells Ronnette that there's no roller skating in the Beverly Center.
"Too much," Ronnette says, and rolls away.
The security guard just sits there and takes another drag and watches us leave.
Once in my car Ronnette tells us that she just finished singing vocals, actually background vocals, on Bandarasta's new album.
"But I don't like Bandarasta. He's always calling me 'Halloween' for some reason. I don't like to be called 'Halloween.' I don't like it at all."
I don't ask who Bandarasta is; instead I ask her if she's a singer.
"Oh, you could say. I'm a hairdresser, really. See, I got mono and dropped out of Uni and just hung around. I paint too . . . oh gosh, that reminds me. I left my art over at Devo's house. I think they want to use it in a video. Anyway . . ." She laughs and then stops and blows a bubble and snaps her gum. "What did you ask me, I forgot."
I notice that Trent's asleep and I jab him in the stomach.
"I'm up, dude, I'm up." He sits up and unrolls his window.
"Cla-ay," Ronnette says. "What did you ask me. I forgot."
"What do you do?" I ask, irritated, trying to stay awake.
"Oh, I cut everybody's hair at Flip. Oh, turn this song up. I love this song. They're gonna be at The Palace on Friday."
"Trent, wake up, asshole," I say loudly over the music.
"I'm up, dude, I'm up. Eyes are just tired."
"Open them," I tell him.
He opens them and looks around the car. "Hair looks good," he tells Ronnette.
"Did it myself. I had this dream, see, where I saw the whole world melt. I was standing on La Cienega and from there I could see the whole world and it was melting and it was just so strong and realistic like. And so I thought, Well, if this dream comes true, how can I stop it, you know?"
I'm nodding my head.
"How can I chage things, you know? So I thought if I, like pierced my ear or something, like alter my physical image, dye my hair, the world wouldn't melt. So I dyed my hair and this pink lasts. I like it. It lasts. I don't think the world is gonna melt anymore."
"I'm not to reassured by her tone and I can't believe I'm actually nodding my head, but I pull up to Danny's Okie Dog on Santa Monica and she trips as she climbs out of the small back seat of the Mercedes and lies on the sidewalk and laughs as I drive away. I ask Trent where he met her. We pass the billboard on Sunset. Disappear Here. Wonder if he's for sale.
"Just around," he says. "Wanna joint?"
What do you think?
Do you like any of the characters?
"Trent, like, oh my God. Isn't this place a scream?" the girl squeals.
"Hey, Ronnette, this Clay. Clay, this is Ronnette."
"Hi, Clay," she says, flirting. "Hey, you two, what flick did you see?" She opens a piece of Bazooka and pops it into her mouth.
"Um . . . number thirteen," Trent says, groggy, eyes red and half closed.
"What was it called?" Ronnette asks.
"I forget," Trent says, and looks over at me. I forgot too and so i just shrug.
"Hey Trenty, I need a ride. Did you drive here?" she asks.
"No, well yeah. No, Clay did."
"Oh, Clay, could you please give me a ride?"
"Sure."
"Fab. Let me put these on and we'll go."
On the way through the mall, a security guard, sitting alone on a white bench, smoking a cigarette, tells Ronnette that there's no roller skating in the Beverly Center.
"Too much," Ronnette says, and rolls away.
The security guard just sits there and takes another drag and watches us leave.
Once in my car Ronnette tells us that she just finished singing vocals, actually background vocals, on Bandarasta's new album.
"But I don't like Bandarasta. He's always calling me 'Halloween' for some reason. I don't like to be called 'Halloween.' I don't like it at all."
I don't ask who Bandarasta is; instead I ask her if she's a singer.
"Oh, you could say. I'm a hairdresser, really. See, I got mono and dropped out of Uni and just hung around. I paint too . . . oh gosh, that reminds me. I left my art over at Devo's house. I think they want to use it in a video. Anyway . . ." She laughs and then stops and blows a bubble and snaps her gum. "What did you ask me, I forgot."
I notice that Trent's asleep and I jab him in the stomach.
"I'm up, dude, I'm up." He sits up and unrolls his window.
"Cla-ay," Ronnette says. "What did you ask me. I forgot."
"What do you do?" I ask, irritated, trying to stay awake.
"Oh, I cut everybody's hair at Flip. Oh, turn this song up. I love this song. They're gonna be at The Palace on Friday."
"Trent, wake up, asshole," I say loudly over the music.
"I'm up, dude, I'm up. Eyes are just tired."
"Open them," I tell him.
He opens them and looks around the car. "Hair looks good," he tells Ronnette.
"Did it myself. I had this dream, see, where I saw the whole world melt. I was standing on La Cienega and from there I could see the whole world and it was melting and it was just so strong and realistic like. And so I thought, Well, if this dream comes true, how can I stop it, you know?"
I'm nodding my head.
"How can I chage things, you know? So I thought if I, like pierced my ear or something, like alter my physical image, dye my hair, the world wouldn't melt. So I dyed my hair and this pink lasts. I like it. It lasts. I don't think the world is gonna melt anymore."
"I'm not to reassured by her tone and I can't believe I'm actually nodding my head, but I pull up to Danny's Okie Dog on Santa Monica and she trips as she climbs out of the small back seat of the Mercedes and lies on the sidewalk and laughs as I drive away. I ask Trent where he met her. We pass the billboard on Sunset. Disappear Here. Wonder if he's for sale.
"Just around," he says. "Wanna joint?"
What do you think?
Do you like any of the characters?
Saturday, October 4, 2008
the vice presidential debate
i had the distinct pleasure of watching this particular debate with a bunch of dumbasses who saw fit to bash palin everytime she stuttered and make dumbass remarks about the issues that were being discussed. thats why its taken me so long to post this review. i had to go back and watch the debate by myself, so i could actually get a real handle on what was being said.
insofar as what the world expected from sarah palin and joe biden, they both exceded expectations, which i suppose is not a bad thing at all. but i was left partially unsatisfied [suprised?] by both candidates.
lets go ahead and get this out of the way. joe biden won the debate. let there be no doubt about it. joe biden, in terms of debate points, just smashed palin. as for the aestetics, palins victory was in the fact that she made it seem that she hadnt completely lost.
this debate was a little different than the first presidential one. the moderator, ive already forgotten her name, actually asked some of the questions i wanted to hear the answers to! the debate started with economic issues, as one would expect, and both had little to quibble about in terms of the recent senate bill [ill talk about where that went to shit in the next blog]. unlike the petty debate on earmarks mccain and obama had, this debate turned into one on taxes. palin tried to bludgeon the point across, bringing it up after the debate had already started turning in the next direction. but if youre gonna fight about something petty, taxes is the least petty of them all.
the economic rounds were, of course, the source of my dissatisfaction.
the next rounds of debate focused on a couple of issues that i thought were actually handled very well by both candidates: foreign policy and energy policy. joe biden showed a pretty firm grasp on the situations America finds itself lodged in and adeptly detailed the the sdvice of our commanders on the ground. palin, apporpriately pointed out the successes of the surge and the advice of some military higher ups on afghanistan. both overstated a little. biden attached mccains name to the bush-cheney administration. palin got all coloquial and annoying. it happens. im used to it. on the energy crisis, biden may actually have lost points, fumbling through what hes said about clean coal and going for the jugular on offshore. palin came off as very competent on the issue. and actually came out in opposition to mccain, saying shes going to work on changing his mind in regards to drilling in anwr.
then came the social issues. palin claimed her stance was the same as senator bidens on gay relationships, extending them the full rights under the law but not redefining the institution of marriage to include a same sex couple. that was a little surprising. the rest not so much.
they finished with the question we all wanted to know the answer to: if your principle dies and you have to take office, how will your administration differ. biden pointed out that he and obama were on the same page on nearly every issue. palin said she was her own person and might differ in some areas implying energy policy more than likely.
overall, i was much more impressed with this debate than the original presidential one. biden won. palin didnt necessarily lose. i pretty much knew that would be the outcome. im pretty content nonetheless. they both seemed competent, something i couldnt say for either before.
oh and biden got all choked up and almost cried when he started talking about his kids and the car accident. one of the most touching moments ive ever seen from any politician. but it didnt fit the response he was supposed to be giving, so... yeah. im not sure what to make of that.
insofar as what the world expected from sarah palin and joe biden, they both exceded expectations, which i suppose is not a bad thing at all. but i was left partially unsatisfied [suprised?] by both candidates.
lets go ahead and get this out of the way. joe biden won the debate. let there be no doubt about it. joe biden, in terms of debate points, just smashed palin. as for the aestetics, palins victory was in the fact that she made it seem that she hadnt completely lost.
this debate was a little different than the first presidential one. the moderator, ive already forgotten her name, actually asked some of the questions i wanted to hear the answers to! the debate started with economic issues, as one would expect, and both had little to quibble about in terms of the recent senate bill [ill talk about where that went to shit in the next blog]. unlike the petty debate on earmarks mccain and obama had, this debate turned into one on taxes. palin tried to bludgeon the point across, bringing it up after the debate had already started turning in the next direction. but if youre gonna fight about something petty, taxes is the least petty of them all.
the economic rounds were, of course, the source of my dissatisfaction.
the next rounds of debate focused on a couple of issues that i thought were actually handled very well by both candidates: foreign policy and energy policy. joe biden showed a pretty firm grasp on the situations America finds itself lodged in and adeptly detailed the the sdvice of our commanders on the ground. palin, apporpriately pointed out the successes of the surge and the advice of some military higher ups on afghanistan. both overstated a little. biden attached mccains name to the bush-cheney administration. palin got all coloquial and annoying. it happens. im used to it. on the energy crisis, biden may actually have lost points, fumbling through what hes said about clean coal and going for the jugular on offshore. palin came off as very competent on the issue. and actually came out in opposition to mccain, saying shes going to work on changing his mind in regards to drilling in anwr.
then came the social issues. palin claimed her stance was the same as senator bidens on gay relationships, extending them the full rights under the law but not redefining the institution of marriage to include a same sex couple. that was a little surprising. the rest not so much.
they finished with the question we all wanted to know the answer to: if your principle dies and you have to take office, how will your administration differ. biden pointed out that he and obama were on the same page on nearly every issue. palin said she was her own person and might differ in some areas implying energy policy more than likely.
overall, i was much more impressed with this debate than the original presidential one. biden won. palin didnt necessarily lose. i pretty much knew that would be the outcome. im pretty content nonetheless. they both seemed competent, something i couldnt say for either before.
oh and biden got all choked up and almost cried when he started talking about his kids and the car accident. one of the most touching moments ive ever seen from any politician. but it didnt fit the response he was supposed to be giving, so... yeah. im not sure what to make of that.
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