October 25rd, 2001.  Thursday

    I've been getting a lot of hits lately from the humor pages webring.  I'd forgotten I was in there.  You know, there once was a time where i thought these here writings were kind of amusing.  Now, most of the time, they're just nutty rambling and faux-philosophical musings.  Then again, can anything really be faux-philosophical?  It's all a matter of opinion, afterall?  Do I write about writing too much?  Maybe it's because I generally write late at night now, whereas in the past, at a point where I thought my page qualified as something sort of funny, I wrote during daylight hours.  Sure, i still wrote about things that were depressing or bothering me, but maybe not quite so pessimistically.  I don't know why I've been thinking about the state of my webpage so much lately. Maybe because this is the only thing i really work on right now. And it's a meager effort at that.  But it's the only creative outlet I use right now.  And you know what's the most creatively challenging thing I have to do with this?  Picking the color scheme and fonts.  Verdana has been the default, nine-times-out-of-ten font for many moons now.  I realized not many people had Trebuchet MS font.  Though I think it's a dandy.  Anyway, the writing itself can't really be described as creative.  Much.

    After Job Number One today, I met Rodzilla for a drink on 15th st and 7th ave, at a little place called Raymond's Restaurant or Cafe or something.  It was nice to actually talk to someone during my zombie-time between jobs.  We ended up getting into an argument, and by the end of it I just stormed off infuriated.  Since then I've been wondering if i was justified to be pissed off.  In a way, I feel like any way I react to her seems justified.  On a logical plane, that may not be the case.  Anyway, we talked a bit later.  She said now is not a good time to be storming off from someone all angry. As in, what if disaster struck and that was our last conversation. I did see her point.  She's always thought like that.  But back to the anger thing, I don't know if I'm just trying to manipulate how I feel based on how i think I'm supposed to feel.  I guess I'm not really pissed off.  I suppose frustrated would be the only appropriate word.  How many sentences ago did you stop caring?

    Caryn just called. Her boss, the editor-in-chief of Spin, took her to the U2 concert at Madison Square Garden tonight.  She was all hot and bothered after hanging out with Bono back stage.  I tried calling her earlier but couldn't get a hold of her, and I said to myself "She's probably backstage with Bono."  And she was.  How about that?
 

Hey.  Here's one of my favorite bathroom graffitis from Great Lakes.  I don't know why I just thought of it.  I don't really care for any sort of political statement on bathroom walls, but this has always amused me. I can appreciate the linear thought.  So:

    Fuck a bunch of this shit.
        -Mahatma Gandhi

    Fuck Mahatma Gandhi.
        -The British

    Fuck the British.
        -Margaret Thatcher

    I'd like to fuck Margaret Thatcher.
        -Ronald Reagan

    Ronald Reagan fucked us.
        -the working class

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