September 2006 Archives
My Omaha trip has come to an end, but I did not leave dissapointed. I left with a reenergized love of Studebakers and a burning passion for the Omaha Zoo. My adventures as told by Flickr after the click.
So now you can rock under the watchfull eye of microsoft...although this probably means that you'll be able to rock over the interweb with strangers. What it definitely means is there will be downloadable content for the 360 version.
I have discovered a treasure troph with the potential to take all jaded parts of my personality and wipe them clean. The hater in me could actually die. If I only I had a PC. (Curses Apple, your streamlined asthetics have foiled me again!) In2tv, Aol's little tv downloady site has a vintage section with episodes of my favorite shows as a kid. I'm serious, when Welcome Back Kotter first came on Nick at Night, it was shown at 4am, and I would go to sleep and have an alarm set for 4am so I could wake up and watch it. (I don't know why I didn't just tape it....) On In2tv, such delights as Welcome Back, Kotter, Perfect Strangers, Growing Pains, Our Gang, Animaniacs, Pinky and the Brain, and Wonder Woman are ripe for the picking. Unfortunately, I missed this when I sold my soul to Apple. Will someone with a PC please enjoy Balki bailing Larry out after one of his hairbrained scemes goes awry for me? I promise it will be rich with slapstick and cultural misunderstandings.
If you, too, are a Mac user, you'll just have to settle for a page of Balki-isms, like this classic: "Well rub my chest and call me Vix"
I typed the name of a play about Muslim women living in Holland, a play called "The Veiled Monologues," into Google's Arabic Translator tool and hit "translate." The result was a tiny string of Arabic characters, followed (or preceded, reading the way we do) by two exclamation points. "Now," I said to myself, "why the hell does it have exclamation points? I didn't put those there... Maybe it's angry?"
I re-translated the Arabic into English and discovered that "The Veiled Monologues" (admittedly not the simplest title, but, still, only three words) had become, simply: "WORDS!!" While I would love to work on a play called "WORDS!!" with two exclamation points, I also think Google should keep coding... You'll get there eventually, guys.
America loves my most hated "celebrity". Which is why I'm leaving the country.
The bubbly, perky cook (if you can call using a microwave "cooking") with the robotic smile, Rachael Ray, is Ameria's #2 most trusted person according to Forbes Website. In other news, Liam's most hated "celebrity" also made the list. Can you find him? 
Here's the list:
1. Tom Hanks
2. Rachael Ray
3. Michael J Fox
4. Oprah
5. James Earl Jones
6. Denzel Washington
7. Ty Pennington
8. Ron Howard
9. Morgan Freeman
10. Reese Witherspoon
I trust Rachael Ray for one thing: to be the absolute most annoying person I have ever experienced. Actually, two things: to trigger my gag reflex everytime she calls a Sandwich a SAMMY.
Yo, me and the TKO boys just got our EP back from the producer...we put most of it up on the ole myspace. Check it out and let me know what think. Hard copies soon to follow as soon as we pick some album art. If you guys have any idea what kind of visual theme we should go with, hit me up.
I am quite excited to be featured on www.bedjump.com, a site dedicated to the art and thrills of jumping on hotel beds. The only downside is now millions of people can see my semi pregnant stomach. Six more months and I will have a darling baby boy. I'm going to name him Flubbles.
Well, I guess MTV is jumping on the video game bandwagon and has bought Harmonix. Expect to see MTVs logo slapped all over Guitar Heroes near you. They plan to put new songs for GH on their websites and virtual worlds (MTV has virtual worlds? Who knew?) so fans can play along with or even remix their favorite songs.
It's not such a shabby move for MTV. It also probably means that everyone and their mom will have Guitar Hero now. (Which means we won't be special anymore!) Harmonix also makes some karaoke game that MTV will be utilizing as well. It's kind of crappy that MTV can just be like, oh someone made something cool, let's buy it and litter it with our oh-so-stale name. But such is life, I guess. At least it means new songs. Even if they are by Evanescence and Beyonce.
Do you like:
-The Simpsons
-South Park
-Futurama
-Family Guy
-American Dad
Well, okay, no one likes American Dad. But now you can watch every episode of every season of every one of these cartoons to your hearts content (except American Dad, because, again, no one likes it. They were really reaching with the alien that leaks gross liguid and the German trapped in a goldfish's body, I mean, jesus. If you're going to do surreal avant gardy cartoons, at least employ nice character design! That show is just so ugly. And the family itself is thinly veiled copy of Family Guy, which is a weakly disguised reprint of the Simpons, except this time around, they are completely non-likable characters. Worse, it's not even funny!...but I digress).
Dailyepisodes.com
So, I'm here...at the worst hotel in Omaha, Nebraska. Its not so bad actually, I mean it has wireless. I have been looking like mad for something interesting to do in Nebraska, but the coolest thing I can find is Carhenge and thats 7 hours away...so, thats a no go. P.S. The Faint is from Omaha but then again so is Bright Eyes, so they kind of cancel each other out.
I don't know if this will outrage anyone else, or kill their inner childhood magic like it did mine, but they've made myy favorite movie, Edward Scissorhands, into musical! They totally just jacked Danny Elfman's most beautiful music and put dancing to it. You can see clips on the website and let me tell you the worst part: Edward Scissorhands isn't even hot! Not even a little. Unless you think Christopher Lloyd in a shiny brown leotard is hot, because that's what he looks like.
Stupid taking good stuff and making it bad.
Check it out if you want to be sad: Dancing Scissorhands
But I thought I might point people toward the CIA written World Fact Book which is actually a very intersting overview of every country in the world, which they update every year. So the next time you want to know the elevation extremes of Serbia or the ruling government of Zambia head on over to the world fact book.
https://www.cia.gov/cia/publications/factbook/geos/hu.html
I am currently live blogging (that is one of those made up tech phrases, I mean when are you not "live blogging", you're alive, you're blogging) from the woods of Wisconsin. 56K dialup baby! Pictures and tales from the Crystal Waters of Minnesota, to the Cheese Factories Wisconsin, and even of the worst hotel in Omaha Nebraska to follow.
For more information on the woods
I'm trying to quit smoking again, and it is really hard. What is strange is that although I don't want to smoke anymore, I don't regret having smoked up until now. Wish me luck.
This is pretty sweet. the place i work is having a skillmovie contest and this guy submitted this. Not really videogame related but still sweet. Oh, Sam, my old boss has a bunch of John Carpentar CDs and i know we talked about how he was always credited with composer and some other guy got the synth credit, but it seems he actually was is a real musician, was even in a band and stuff.
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Modern humans started doing their thing about... 100,000 years ago, give or take a few millenia. The thing is Neanderthal were still kicking it until like 20,000 years ago, when they went extinct. Now, you have know that at some point Nargurk looked across the stream at Cargla "Homosapian Babe" Fraghk and thought, "Oh I would definitly hit that". Well, now we have science to prove it.
I saw John F Carpenter and the Pines a rockin and a rollin at Sin-é last night. Check out his super sexy vocals at http://www.ilistentojohn.com or go hear them live at Southpaw on October 14th
I just tried to link some film festivals to our page at work, and one of the links was wrong. Instead of simply saying, "404 error, you're wrong," the fucker proceeded to spout the following, which really offends me (and Sam--come on, Sam) because we're originally from the 404 area code, metro Atlanta:
"Ah, the ubiquitous 404 Error: you've tried to access something that isn't there. Statistically speaking, this would have to be about the most common of all errors on the Internet. In fact, the 404 Not Found error is something of an icon on the Net to the point where people register domains called 404error.com and musical groups called '404 Not Found'. It's likely that pretty soon many webmasters and web-enthusiasts who don't get enough sun will start describing real-world objects as '404' (that's 'four-oh-four') - it will become a newly-coined adjective for 'absent'. Strange, really. But the Internet is an especially strange place, as you either know already or are quickly learning from this friendly error message.
"Perhaps the link was mistyped, or perhaps you've tried to visit a page which was once here but isn't any longer because someone's moved. Or disappeared. Or maybe it's meant to be there one day but hasn't been put in place as yet. Check the spelling on the filename, delete the filename and start from the directory level perhaps."
>Tons of new tracks revealed, after the jump...
Did you guys know that New York City houses a Nintendo World? (I don't recommend this link...their site is infuriating). But wow, the store is fun. It's big and bright and looks like it's from the future. But more importantly, there are video games to play with everywhere you turn! They had about 30 DSs and GBAs scattered about, and a bunch of game cube setups on the second floor. Children were running around like headless chickens. Liam and I were by far the largest people there (besides the parents, who were NOT having fun). One inspiring conversation was overheard, a young boy telling his nanny that he felt guilty making his mom buy him a DS, a game, AND a case. Good for him, he should feel bad. The cost of that fun bundle could save like 500 African kids. The Nanny just told him not to feel bad.
I wish I was still a kid.
Like sexy cakes:
Also fancy cheeses, fresh fish, fresh meat, wine, fresh produce, a coffee shop, an art gallery, household goods, a clock store(?), a barber shop, a restaurant, a tailor, ethnic foods, and sexy cakes. Also spaghetti cakes. And most of it is pretty cheap (well, not the cakes).
The Essex Market has been around for 60 years. When it opened in the 30's, it was because there were so many pushcarts on the street that firetrucks and police cars couldn't do their policing and fire fighting in a timely fashion. So the mayor at the time (Mayor Fiorello H. LaGuardia) created indoor retail markets as a permanent home for street vendors. Essex Street is one of those original indoor markets.
Gay Firefighter cake after the jump
This is 100% personal opinion, but please allow me to Vice out for a second. Girls, you got to be careful with the ink. Easy does it. Unless you are a biker or actually metal, tattoos send out signals to the fellas. Here are some common occurances:
I predict Dogster is the new myspace...I mean, what's more punk rock than being part of the online dog social network? Check it out, I'm officially a dog! Please feel free to visit and leave me a bone, if you know what I mean. Heh heh heh. (I probably won't leave it up very long...I'd hate to have corrupting the minds of innocent children on my conscience).
UPDATE! My dogster profile has already been flagged by someone and is currently being reviewed by the board of Dogsters. Took about 15 minutes. Just so you know, it was funny. And gross.
I had to work tonight, which is ok normally, but it means that I missed 80-year-old Jimmy Scott playing in the city tonight. I'm not the biggest jazz fan in the world, but I love this guy's voice. He may in fact be the best. He was born with Kallmann's syndrome, a genetic defect that stunted his growth. But just like in the X-Men, his mutation has given him a super-human singing voice. He's been playing since World War II, but had a major comeback in the early ninties after an appearance on Twin Peaks. I could listen to this guy sing anything. Check out this clip from a PBS documentary, singing "Motherless Child", and dear god, check him out in The Black Lodge after the jump...
I just don't know what.
Locus Novus now features one of my prose poems, animated by a Turkish artist/writer who's written a manifesto on graphic design. High-five for manifestos!
This guy does amazingly small sculpture work. It is so painstakingly precise that he can often only work between heartbeats. Nuts.
http://www.snopes.com/photos/arts/microscopic.asp
I know that Tim Hawkins has done some really small sculpture, like a bird skeleton out of his fingernails, does anyone else know of any other prodigous micro artists?
These are some of the artists whose work is appearing in the festival I'm producing. (Well, assisting in the production of, technically...) Anyway, I'm a fan. Check em out.
www.harrellfletcher.com/theamericanwar
johnmovius.com
ethanrafal.com
www.wyattgallery.com
I went frame by frame. No privates. I'm not quite sure why my tshirt was tucked into my unda-pants in the first shot. How candid. Not very Voltaire. Need to work on my jumping.
Robert Edwards' Land of the Blind...
http://www.gamespot.com/news/6157545.html?part=rss&tag=gs_news&subj=6157545
Bang. And two isn't even out yet. Also, head's up: 4 song GH2 demo in the next Official Playstation Magazine demo disc with
• Shout at the Devil - Motley Crue
• Strutter - Kiss
• YYZ - Rush
• You Really Got Me - Van Halen
Rush.
Well I don't know about you guys, but I think the new iTunes looks tacky. TACKY. Everything looks bubbly and colorful and stupid. And the new shuffle? Who would want that ugly peice of clip-on rubbish clipped to their shirt? It is neither sleek nor innovative. Is Apple getting crappy?
Evolution is an awesome science and curiousities store in SOHO. I picked myself up a Beaver tooth and a real Freshwater Pearl there just yesterday. In the words of the times "If you were that little kid who wasn’t afraid to play with bugs, then check out this natural-history store packed to the rafters (which are hung with snakes, anatomical charts, and prehistoric shark jaws) with softball-size ostrich eggs, Venus flytraps, and the skulls of skunks, minks, and muskrats. Those with less eclectic tastes might want to try on a 535- million-year-old fossil pendant". So if you find yourself down at 120 Spring St., New York, NY near Mercer St. I suggest you check it out.
Sick of those four Apes and Androids songs breaking up while myspace buffers them? Because I know I am. Well soon, the 3 million unsigned bands on myspace like them can sell their music right on myspace. They can charge whatever they like, with a small percent going to myspace. This is excpected to go into effect by the end of this year.
The idea of using Myspace and sort of manipulating it to your advantage is a really interesting phenomenon, which has been especially apparent to me with Four Eyed Monsters, who are using myspace to generate interest in their self distributed film. They have a series of podcasts about the film, as we all know and love, which are about the creative process of the film, the problems that they had, the things that were exciting. Watching this process is especially inpiring for young artist types who are trying to do the same thing (and who all, naturally, have Myspace accounts). And through the fans of these podcasts, they've gotten screenings four screenings in six major cities (Thursdays in September), completely on their own.
I went to go see Reverend Billy and his church of stop shopping last night for a little 9/11 sermon. His enthousiastic choir sang out against consumerism and current American politics with enough zeal to make this jaded New Yorker blush. Reverend Billy is a New York Icon and a performance artist who carries on like a televangelist. Last night in additiopn to the counter culture fight songs, we heard from senatorial candidate, Jonathan Tasini, and Governor candidate, Malachy McCourt. both giving us their alternative views about how to veer this political disaster off course. and of course, reminding us to VOTE
The double tusked narwhal and the thickly mustachioed hick.
James Kolchalka may be a media super star. He's from Vermont and has great comics about elves and monkies'n'robots (which had a video I saw on the SciFi Channel one summer) and recently did a music video on a Game Boy Camera which has got some press and goddamn kotaku.
Well, nothing against Mr. Superstar and his Twinkle Twinkle Ringo Star but to drink from the cup of hubris, world (who doesn't have expanded basic cable) feast your eyes on my year old opus from Cinematech: Game Boy Camera DJ BATTLE.
Shooting this required a DVCam deck and a hacked original GBA with video out and needing an external powersource, meaning the GBA was very very tethered. Some things in order of apperance:
Locus Novus is publishing/animating a story/prose poem of mine pretty soon, which is primarily exciting for me and for people who enjoy animated stories/prose poems. I like the site; maybe you will, too.
(Also, my Lord is cooler than yours, so you pretty much have to do what I say, or else I will utter a single word in my native tongue and melt all your pots and pans, and you will be unable to fashion elbow pasta and cheese for yourself when you are very drunk.)
As it turns out, the mysterious mansion that is located on my old block on Gates Avenue in Bed-Stuy is called Gibbs Mansion. Probably owned by someone wealthy named Gibb in the 1850's, "the once-dilapidated mansion has been transformed into service-enriched housing for low-income community residents living with HIV/AIDS." Mystery solved!
Ah, reminiscing about Bed-Stuy architecture always brings me back to Broken Angel, featured in Dave Chappelle's Block Party for those of you who have never had the pleasure of living in Bed-Stuy. I've always wanted to see the documentary Broken Angel (1991) by Margot Niederland. Has anyone seen this?
When I was a teenager, practically no one outside of the garment industry and/or downtown LA knew about American Apparel. As I was interested in starting my own clothing line, my internet research landed me at the American Apparel website (it looked far different then than it does today). They produced sweatshop-free comfy cotton clothing in nice cuts. It was the first time that I saw a basic t-shirt that was really designed for a woman's body. I was thrilled and I wanted to try their products but it was for a wholesale market only at the time. Sure, you could find printed shirts in stores that used t-shirts manufactured by American Apparel, but I wasn't really into cotton baby tees with sassy sayings written across the chest in pink glittery letters such as, "I'm hotter than your girlfriend." Those shirts ruined the very things that I liked so much about the American Apparel garments in the first place: the lack of advertising (whether for the brand or for one's own ridiculous self image).
A few years ago American Apparel became a retail establishment. I remember when people first noticed the store and wondered what it was. I already knew. And I was really excited.
Simultaneously, American Apparel started to run advertisements in newspapers and magazines. The ads involved predominantly young women dressed in 1970's style cotton outfits (tube socks, terry cloth, running shorts, etc.) in what appeared to be polaroid snapshots taken in someone's home. I loved their advertising campaign. It didn't reek of the contrived overpolished content that I was used to seeing in advertisements. They felt unstaged and carefree.
As American Apparel has expanded and grown in popularity, their advertisements have become more prevalent and more racy. On their website they even have a section called Recent & Provocative Ads, which is hilarious because all of their ads are provocative. There is also a Models of American Apparel page where you can watch slideshows of all of their scantily clad models. (These are a must see.)
Am I the only one who wonders if all this T&A is really necessary? I thought their ad campaign was sexy to begin with. It seems to me that they are leaning toward the raunchy side at this point.
For the last five months, I have been working 60 to 80 hour weeks with one exceptional 100 hour monstrosity that left me ragged and punch-drunk for days. I have never worked so much in my entire life. There have been dark times in my life when I did nothing but play video games, peeing in to bottles so that I wouldn't have to get up or leave the room. Even then I did not devote as much time to gaming as I have devoted to working in the last five months.
For a while, it felt good. I felt productive. I had never been needed so badly and I loved the thrill of being part of something so epic. I was proud of myself for being so dedicated, so relentless with my work ethic. Gradually, it started to hurt. I was at work more than I wasn't. Recently, I've started to lose myself. I've felt my personaltiy fading. When friends and family ask what I've been up to, all I can say is 'work.' My mind, which for all of my life has been teeming with stories, playfulness, and observations from the rich world I live in, is deserted. I'm empty, worn out, gutted and deadened. This is not the person I want to be.
I can tell you right now that you can wait to netflix it later. It's good, don't get me wrong, but it is by no means "amazing", which everyone seems to say about it. I mean, jeez! I looked on Rotten Tomatoes and 93% of the critics on there loved it! Sure, Steve Carroll was great and the teenage boy was great, well, okay, everyone was great, but it just came off as a movie I've seen before. Lots of times before. The indie story of the off-beat family of misfits who pull together in the end because, damnit, they're a family, has been done so many times. Little Miss Sunshine is well acted and well written, but it doesn't really say anything too original. It's funny, but sometimes the kookiness of the characters is a little forced. I thought the Squid and the Whale was a much more interesting story, and came off as much more human, personally.
In conclusion, it was good, but I wish I had waited to rent it. I'm so surprised that everyone keeps falling for quirky family stories as original.
I had this rainy Tuesday off, and I thought, "what better way to enjoy a rainy day than to spend it in some rich old dead guy's house?" which I promptly did. The Morgan Library and Museum has recently reopened after renowned architect Renzo Piano redid the building (which used to be the court yard between Morgan's house and his library and study, which were in a seperate building on the property). It's nice, very big and sunny with lots of skylights, although definitely a little more on the modern tip than I personally prefer. But the library and Pierpont Mogan's study made up for that. Inspired by the Renaissance, both rooms are magestic and beautiful, yet intimate in scale. The Morgan is recognized as one of the world's greatest treasuries of artistic, literary, musical, and historical works, but it began as one man's private collection. In 1924, eleven years after Pierpont Morgan's death, his son, J. P. Morgan realized that the library had become too important to remain in private hands. In what constituted one of the most momentous cultural gifts in U.S. history, he fulfilled his father's dream of making the library and its treasures available to scholars and the public alike by transforming it into a public institution.
One of my favorite Victorian/Math critique novellas, Flatland (complete text) is being turned into an animated flick (again.) With the vocal talents of Martin Sheen as A. Square [] and that Veronica Mars girl as Hex, a Hexagon (very classy lady.)
There is a site with a fun trailer here that sets up the story of class warfare and Dickensian ghost stories...
I'm a huge nerd. Kids, be over 18 or something...
(I swear I'll stop posting these soon.... my next one is NASCAR. I think it involves driving. Or magic.)
Watching a 17 foot marionette lick a lollipop has never been so sensual. The three storey elephant isn't nothing to scoff at neither.
Now, some of you clods out there might tend to disagree, but this is the greatest comic of all time, period. The book version is also delicious. I recommend all of you who still use Old Fighting Techniques to upgrade immediately. In fact, let's go over a case study: The Crocodile Hunter was a pretty hard dude; he wrestled every manner of critter and even charmed little children who should've known better via his crazy-sounding Australian bullshit. But, in the end, his Fighting Technique was not Unstoppable. At least, not Anti-Ghost Sting-Ray Unstoppable. (Sorry to use your untimely demise didactically, Stevie, or should I say, "Mr. Hunter," but you understand.) Hope that clears everything up. You're all very welcome.
At work today I had a problem connecting to the scanner. The error message told me that my computer was "unable to locate the TWAIN source." This prompted me to ask our IT consultant what TWAIN meant. As he could explain only TWAIN's function but not what it stood for, I was forced to consult Wikipedia to satiate my hunger for knowledge.
As it turns out, TWAIN is an acronym for "Technology (or Toolkit or Thing) Without An (or Any) Intelligent (or Important or Interesting) Name". This is my new favorite acronym.
What's your favorite acronym? Is it a recursive acronym?
Did you guys see that the "guerrilla artist" Banksy (the guy who hung his own art in the Met and the Brooklyn Museum last year...go look at his website, he's amazing) hijacked a shipment of 500 Paris Hilton cds and replaced the cd with a disc of ridiculous remixes (Banksy had the help of Danger Mouse on these, who said, ""It's hard to improve on perfection, but we had to try.")... and replaced the inner artwork with his own manipulated artwork? Oh, it's just priceless. (Actually, they're going for about $1,500 on Ebay right now, so maybe not quite priceless, but almost).
Pics and video after the jump:
Buffalo Exchange, a second hand clothing store in Williamsburg, opened its first store in 1974 in Tuscan, Arizona. They now have over 25 locations in the US. Secondhand clothing is great, because the E.P.A. estimates that textiles make up about 4% of U.S. municipal solid waste, so trading used clothing has a positive environmental impact. I personally have been trying to buy Only used clothing (it's so hard to stick to, especially for shoes), and Buffalo Exchange is great because their clothes are really cool and really affordable. Plus I can sell all my old clothes to them and get pretty decent store credit. Not only that, when a customer accepts a token instead of a bag for her purchases, they will donate the amount the bag would cost to a charity of your choice. Through the Tokens for Bags program, Buffalo Exchange has generated $218,000 in donations to hundreds of nonprofit groups since 1994.
Karen Black from Art Parade 2005
I have received the good word that last year's art parade was a lot of fun and more importantly, there were free drinks. Besides free drinks (free drinks!) you can expect performances, costumes, floats, kites, portable sculptures, and "street spectacles" (like tiny drunk monkeys juggling bears, I hope?) from local artists, designers and performers.
It's this Saturday at 4 along West Broadway and there should be free drinks (free drinks!).
Link
oh, looky, Sam wasn't in T Dex Rex's bday video... whatever shall we do?
Stabbed in the heart by a stingray.
100 megs. 32 minutes. Fuck you youtube. Taking it down in a few days as to not moider Steven's/Stephen's bandwidth for all who seek the glory,
This is a cool blog of repurposed stuff, linked to by the MAN "the street finds a use" himself.
Remember when I was all like, "OMG, Carnivale is the best show in the whole wide world? Well, After finishing the second season (the post was written after viewing the first season) I'd like to state that the second season kind of sucks. Apparently Carnivale was supposed to have a 5 season run. Then HBO was all, hey, now it's going to be three seasons, so condense that story. Which resulted in a corny-baloney plotline where a squillion things happened in every episode and it became silly. Absurd, even. The element of mystery was gone, and suddenly, you just didn't care about the characters that much. Completely unlike the first season, they really didn't focus on the characters, they focused on trying to fit a five season story into three, which, incidentally, turned into two, and now I have to admit, I can understand why HBO cancelled it. And if you remember, I said that HBO cancelled it because it had come to a natural ending, and then I said after reading essage boards, instead of coming to an ending, it actually ended in an even bigger cliffhanger. Well, now that I've seen it, I can say it's true and it's not. It kind of did come to a natural ending, but then in the last minute, it was like, but wait...maybe he's not dead....!! The second season was a like a bad made-for-the-Sci-Fi-channel-movie, complete with cheesy effects (although it was still quite beautiful). I mean, you can blame HBO for making them condense 5 seasons into 3, but you can't blame them for cancelling it when it started to suck. There, I've said it.
I'm in sf or rather redwood city. This hotel is way to nice to me. I feel like I have fleas just by proximity to its opulence. They misplaced my reservation and somehow it was my fault. Not at the misplacement, but that I was annoying the night porters. They all speak french even when they are breathing english.
Masturbation clubs and real dolls on hbo.
Now I'm at the bar. Business men pound down drinks and barter for more after last call. The foreign bartender tries to imagine he doesn't know the word for inventory.
I hear other videogame journalist being drunk. Oh tomorrow you've come. Past midnight.
My first review is up on gametrailers. Star Fox Command. I used some biggy weird and now I wonder if I was showing off. Alliteration may be a crime. Vulpine ventures? I took Latin for that?
The shuttle drove by Oracle. Their ceo's house is like a samurai's or pbs would have you believe it. Their building seems to be tall and on a bobbing island in the moonlight. All those databases guarded by this floating island...
I should go to Japan. My thumbs hurt.
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