I caught myself crushing up Altoids with a spoon last night. Obviously i’ve got to stay away from those Paul Thomas Anderson movies.
by krisis
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Things i intend to do tonite:
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I am not the sort of guy who leers at every attractive women who walks by, and who flirts with every woman who comes within range. In fact, i hardly ever flirt at all. Well… that’s my opinion. I’ve had everyone from my mother to my theatre friends inform me that i am flirting heavily with someone who, in fact, i’m not even attracted to. I find it especially distasteful to flirt with regular female customers at the coffee shop (despite the actions of some of my male co-workers), especially considering that most of them are at least five years older than me. This rule gets slightly bent when people closer to my age come to the store; i’m just naturally friendlier to people who i assume i have something in common with. However, this still isn’t flirting.
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So, at work today i came to the realization that weblogging itself is an entirely passive aggressive exercise. Think about it: you write down everything that bugs you on any given day, and post it on a site. You then attempt to publicize the site, and ask your friends to head to your site, but you know from past webpage experiences that they never will. So, you’re basically left sharing all of your petty annoyances with whomever wanders in off the proverbial street, thusly getting nothing accomplished at all in the way of human interaction (but constantly feigning “concern” that someone you are blatantly gossiping about to the entire internet world might stop by your site for a quick spin one day). And the worst part is, we all seem to enjoy every passive aggressive second of it.
Just a thought.
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Oh god, the adult contemporary station is playing that awful editted version of “You Oughta Know” again, after taking an incredibly dumb shot at the highly superior local classic rock station. The shot was in the theme of “survivor on the radio dial,” and the “carpool” (of obviously overly-pc yuppy scum) voted WMGK off (apparently for playing a Bowie song other than “Changes”). The worst part is that they editted the “fuck” out of the song not with a simple silence or bleep, but by extending the vocal that comes before it, which tricks unsuspecting yuppies into thinking the song is an angsty but rational plea for an exboyfriend to wise up. Angsty, yes. Rational? Whenever i start bring up sex you had in movie theatres since we broke up, it usually doesn’t end up too pretty. This time they followed Alanis with some Billy Joel, but it’s some really bad Billy Joel that WMGK will never play. The happy ending to this story is that i’ll never hear this awful radio station after Viktor leaves tomorrow. Do you sense a theme in today’s posts?? Oh well, i’m off to the coffee shop. More later.