I don’t really have very much to say today. I did my radio show last night with Irving till four, woke up at eight, did errands, and went to work at the comic shop at ten until seven. Then I came home, met up with Irving, and napped while Irving dicked around on my computer until now. Now we’re gonna go to the bar, shoot some pool, maybe do a little drinky-drinky.
Today I was working with Colleen at the shop, and we kept noticing that across the street, there was an endless stream of girls in hot-pink spandex and/or shirts with no backs. You know the shirts I’m talking about, where it’s a napkin with some strings you tie in back.
Anyway. I said, “Hey, check it out! Hot-pink spandex is “in” this season! Parade of Hoochie!”
Colleen said, “I guess. I don’t know if that’s Hoochie. They’re all so… yuck.”
I said, “No, that’s the point of being a Hoochie! Hoochie is synonymous with… skank.”
She said, “Oh, yeah.”
I find my misanthropy increases daily. Theodore Sturgeon used to say “Ninety percent of everything is crap.” It very definitely applies to people. I saw this statistic last week that Seven out of Ten Americans think that “The government should keep the media in check.” Jesus fucking Christ. George W. Bush says, “There ought to be a limit on freedom,” and his approval ratings, despite his raping of everything in sight, go through the roof. YAY!
It rained today, really hard, and it was beautiful, raindrops pounding the red-brick street, cooling everything down. Everyone ran for cover. It slowly stopped raining, and people started coming out. “Look at ’em,” I said. “Like maggots, they come boiling out after the rains.” Colleen gave me a funny look. “Not that I’m bitter.”
“Or judgmental,” she said.
Niney percent of people are stupid and serve no purpose. Negative Population Growth should be our goal, but instead stupid people breed like flies on poo-poo.
ONE DAY A REAL RAIN’S GONNA COME, AND WASH ALL THE TRASH OFF THE STREETS. NGAH NGAH NGAH NGAH NGAH!
Okay. I’m gonna go shoot some pool. Hooray!