mendacity

the last hour of my life has been devoted to determining if there’s a comma in bluetoes the christmas elf. imdb says yes, screengrab says no.

gosh, i’m going to miss this.

if anybody can explain how this makes any logical, real-world, normal person sense, please do.

sweetcheeks tag [to marburg]: but the bottom line is, the main reason i’m pissed is that when i called and talked to HR, i was told, and I quote: “We know it won’t prevent somebody from doing something wrong, but our […]

the reason the pistons lost, as i stated on saturday, is corliss. that doesn’t get said very often, but in this case it’s true.

dear corliss:

c-six, the responsibility lies with you and your paleontologist hairdresser. let’s speak frankly about this. first, you show up saturday evening with the only thing that could possibly […]

time for pistons! kula is on his way over. we had lunch in chinatown today, two hours of work-skipping, new green bo goodness. the day was pretty much a bottomless pool of boredom, finished all my work really quick and then fucked around the rest of the time. things are winding […]

so tired. fun with family, fun with jill and eliz.

fear the clurkha.

fear o, which was pretty crappy. (i like the story - i like the jealousy - but there wasn’t thing one in this movie that explained why o was so hot over d, or anything else that wasn’t justified with an awkwardly […]

after i finished watching the pistons game yesterday about, oh, 4a, i finally got around to listening to the message on my answering machine. (can’t listen when i get home because it could spoil the game.) it was uncle morris inviting me for brunch this morning. at 930a.

ouch.

but i got up and […]

(on the plus side, they’re showing original space ghost (not coast to coast - 1966 in the house yo) on the cartoon network right now.)

“from out of the depths of space, from a hidden world in a faraway galaxy, a mysterious spaceship approaches the ghost planet. it stealthily slips by the defensive sonar rays and […]

it’s fairly quiet now - just voices, no music - but i doubt it’s because the cops actually showed.

trust me, i kept a window vigil.

feh.

fucking pistons, fucking noise violation. corliss shows up with a new hairstyle that looks like the ashtray criminal andrew threw at my head when we were little, and the pistons don’t show up at all. c, babe, please bring back the fro asap.

and there’s been a bumpin party going on in the building […]

i found them in red! perhaps this is fate.