Saturday, July 20, 2002

My dog is staring at me.

I am pretending not to know what he wants, when we all know that I know exactly what he wants. He wants to go outside and eat some more of whatever he found in the brush this morning while I was in a conversation with a girl named Ling who I might not ever ever see again. I think he has an addictive personality, because the things that he finds and eats drive him to do crazy things, like run off to the park by himself and stare planitively for hours on end. When I look over at him, he wags.

I should be packing. I have a week left in this silly apartment, and tomorrow is my birthday.

Friday, July 05, 2002

Bad Coca-Cola! No fourth-quarter earnings rise for you!

For a fascinating news story about how Coca-Cola may have gypped a certain Bob Kolody out of credit for their ad campaign, see The Guerrilla News Network. Why are news networks telling us about what underwear to wear with our new hiphugger jeans, or teaching us how to pick out bras that fit right when major corporations are locked in secret copyright lawsuits or embezzling millions of dollars in other cases, and there also happens to be a war going on?

Thursday, July 04, 2002


or maybe the day before, I made a collage that wasn't so much a collage but more like some pictures stuck to a purple piece of scrapbooking paper that had been typed all over with slightly incoherent ramblings and then home-laminated (covered in a layer of clear packing tape). Today I will make one using the theme of personal and classified ads. Somebody is giving away a snake.

Today is sad, because 'tis a day we had really been looking forward to, but then the reason we were looking forward to it got blown all to hell. I hate it when that happens, because the day still comes and all you have to do is sit around watching television and type on your blog about how it sucks.

Wednesday, July 03, 2002

Fun Plug o' the Day: The Animal Rescue Site

Click every day to give food to homeless animals. DO IT. Please.