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Wanting to get my grocery shopping for the week done early, I hit Safeway at 9am on Sunday. Picked up a bottle of 1999 Beringer Gamay Beaujolais, to go with the French Country Bake I’m making for my little dinner gathering this week.

“Sorry, I can’t sell you this until 10 o’clock on Sunday.”

Is there a state in the Union that has no restrictions on alcohol sales on the weekend? I feel like I’m in the 18th century at times.

Oh, well, I still forgot the lemon for the hefeweisen and I was planning to pick up the crusty bread Tuesday afternoon anyhow.

Just saw a promo for something on the Food Network that involved a six-pound cheeseburger. Holy cow (pun intended)!

Sorry for the over-abundance of song lyrics lately, but I’ve got some good CDs and not much else to talk about.

Today I woke up and you were gone
The whole day wondering what I did wrong
It’s like I’m falling from a mountaintop
My heart keeps pounding and it won’t stop

Can you see this hell I’m living
I’m not giving up

Will you crawl to me
Will you fall with me
I’ll never crawl to you
I’ve done it all for you

Well don’t deny
The hand that feeds you needs you
Oh god I’d die to try to
Finally please you

There goes a piece of me
Will I cease to be
I’ve never lied to you
Fought bled and died for you

Well don’t deny
The hand that takes you breaks you
Oh god I’d die to try to
Finally please you

There she goes and I’m on the ground, I’m on the ground, I’m on the

Well don’t deny
The hand that feeds you needs you
Oh god I’d die to try to
Finally please you

Will you crawl to me
Will you fall with me
I’ve never crawled to you
I’ve done it all for you

From a Salon article of recent vintage:

Great sex is an incident. A relationship is a story. You need to run arm in arm from a collapsing building, bless some children, bury some loved ones, build a house and still be there to talk about it all, to walk in off the deck and remember something together. You need some struggle, some mutual purpose. If you stick together, the world will enlist you in its narrative. And the sex will be part of the story, maybe not the best part, but a true part.

current_mood: content

I’ve never done one of these before, but what the heck.

1. Do you live in a house, apartment or condo? House
2. Rent or own? Own
3. Does anyone else live with you? Right now, just the boy
4. How many times have you moved in your life? Damn…Maybe 16?
5. What are your plans for this weekend? Playing with the boy, reading, shopping for the little dinner party I’m having next week.

Overcome By Events…It’s a phrase one of my 8 bosses uses on occasion. I’ve realized, as I’ve slowly resumed writing a story I began in 1987, that every idea I had that was new and original when I put it on paper (ok, in bits) has been done by someone else.

Among those ideas:

• Traffic Automation (done by DKM in The Long Run
• Gyro-stabilized hovercars (done by DKM in Emerald Eyes)
• Remote-control VR warfare (Haldeman in Forever Peace)
• Major consensual fully immersive VR system (done by Stephenson in Snow Crash)
• Artificial island used for nanotech research banned elsewhere (done by Egan in Distress)
• Reverse auctions for durable goods (Priceline anyone?)
• Paper-based books become rare (Stephenson – Diamond Age)
• Commercial-skipping technology ubiquitous (Tivo and Replay)

It’s obvious – I have to write faster. Or maybe I can just sell my ideas to other people to use for their stories…
current_mood: mellow

Not “guess the band” this time, because it would be too easy for some. Just a song stuck in my head. Such a seductive beat to it…

Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn’t live my life without you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn’t live my life without you
Without you

You are still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That’s pulling at my skin
current_mood: bored

Oh, this is great…

It seems getting laid makes people happy. OK, it’s more “in-depth” than that, but it’s not really a hard report by any stretch.

OK, I’ll keep the puns down now. Hehe
current_mood: amused

Here is what I want for my birthday. It is exactly one month away, so get hopping!

Or, if you want to “surprise” me, check out Amazon for my wishlist.

Hey, it’s worth a shot!
current_mood: greedy

Anyone else watch “American Idol” the other day? I forgot about it for a bit, but remembered on the way into work this morning.

I don’t think the rest of the show will be as entertaining as the first auditions, because they’ve weeded out the folks who were painfully bad.

I loved hearing these poor people, trying to audition for a national contract when they couldn’t hold a single note. If you can’t sing, don’t audition. Simple rule, in my opinion.

But, now the rest will be real competition between folks with some modicum of talent. That’s just “Star Search” with a different attitude. I want more of that mean-spirited Brit trash-talking people. heh

OK, this one’s a little harder…

After a while you’ll forget everything.
It was a brief interlude and a midsummer night’s fling,
And you’ll see that it’s time to move on.

current_music: Cake – I Will Survive

Guess the band. No fair using Google!

He’s so deep like dirty water
God, he’s awful
You’re lost, oh, where’s your daddy – it’s so awful

current_music: Hole – Awful

I feel hot & red & wired
I feel burned out like I’ve expired.
freaky dreams & you are there
with glowing eyes & burning hair &
I’m even dreaming
violent.
every nerve & every cell
they gotta fight to stay alive & well
I’m in a world of chronic
discontent
screaming metal & burning rubber
always shoving & raping & cursing each other
exploding into violence.

try some buy some
wheel & deal it
buy or steal it
if it makes you feel it
we want it intense
we want our violence.
get ready to take it all the way
the things they do
the words they say it’s all so
ready to get
violent

wedding bells all pink & white
chocolates & candlelight
you & me & we make three
k/ i/ s/ s/ i/ n/ g
like a comedy
that never played quite right

it seems so easy & it looks so clean, all the
shiny happy people in the magazines
but nothing seems to mean
what it meant.
a flood of blood & a burning pain
broken hearts & throbbing brains
the message has been sent
& it’s violent

try some buy some
wheel & deal it
buy it or steal it
if it makes you feel it if
we want it intense yes
we want violence.
they’re ready to take it all the way
the things they do the words they say it’s all so
ready to get
violent
current_music: Concrete Blonde – Violent
current_mood: anxious

While giving the boy a bath, I ask him to stand up and he says, “aye aye captain.” He watches entirely too much Spongebob Squarepants.

For those that want to know how my 3-week long business trip went…

It sucked

It took until the last day of a 3-week trip before they got permission to turn the damned machine on, then they spent the day scratching their heads because the POS didn’t work. They suspect a bad cable. For the want of a nail, the war was lost.

I’m sure the Special Forces guys will deploy this thing, regardless of the complete lack of proof that it works.

I noticed that very few of my friends are friends of Robont, so for the few of you that are, sorry to be redundant.

Billiam is infamous on LJ, and he “died” back in January as I recall. He’s alive again, and posting the usual hilariously bad shit. But, he is somewhat famous outside of LJ now. Yahoo Internet Life has an article about his first incarnation, before he was unmasked. I find him less entertaining now that I know for sure that he is a joke. The ambivalence before was kind of cool. Most times, I assumed he was a huge fiction, just playing with people. Other times, he seemed almost real. Now that we all know he’s a character, does that diminish the interest his posts hold? Does he no longer have hordes of nubile women sending him boobshots? These are the important questions of our time.
current_mood: contemplative

I updated the Andy Social Emporium and the Camp XRay stores with new stuff. Frisbees and wallclocks are the order of the day.

Better it is for philosophy to err in active participation in the living struggles and issues of its own age and times, than to maintain an immune monastic impeccability…saints engage in introspection while burly sinners rule the world.

For those who don’t routinely read Puglover‘s journal, check out this entry if you are in a relationship.
current_mood: cynical

I’m a labyrinth of hopes and fears
Of tears of frustration and of anger
But if you can break through this wall
And search amongst it all
You’ll find a man there
Who has a heart of love
Who is afraid of getting jaded
Growing older
Who needs someone to love him
Through life’s winter
When the weather grows a little colder

You can have my smiles my tears
My wishes here’s a fortune
To adorn you
I’ll whisper in the night to you
Promise to adore and never scorn you

In my hand the grains of sand
A thousand million moments of emotion
Oh these
Oh these my dreams are yours
current_music: Rick Springfiel in my head – I’ve Done Everything…
current_mood: worried