Frothing Rant

Thursday, May 16, 2002
 
so DID you find any money in the sewer? i'm still basking in the laughter-glow of that story. woke up this morning at about 4, feeling like i never went to sleep. and i wanna work overtime today? $$ i guess. so who were these ducks? donald's nephews and some corrupting friends?
Tuesday, May 14, 2002
 
This will probably ruin your psyche or maybe twist your brain out of shape, but try this: Erotic Gilligan's Island Can you imagine what the professor could make out of bamboo and coconuts? bicycle powered no less. "Pedal faster Gilligan!" And Mrs. Howell as the Dominatrix we all know she longs to be. Skipper on lil' buddy and Ginger on Mary Ann......
 
this morning's dream was all about a 3 day cleaning binge, mostly scrubbing carpets. there was some kind of party going on and i had put everyone to work. there are many other details that vanished on waking. damn. got some more books listed last night, still trying to get my domain renewed so the kastle can come back online. got the crap scared out of me yesterday when phone goddess showed up to my cube with another employee and disciplinary forms in hand. they weren't for me, the forms i mean. i can't help it, i notice things whether meant for me or not. details and extraneous information are my life really. i delight customers by recognizing where they're calling from based on their zip or area code. i've seen enough horror movies to track down each and every sample used by skinny puppy. wonder if PG has watched chatterbox yet. a truly unique film. talking and singing genitalia are just fun! Click Here for a Review
Monday, May 13, 2002
 
a fairly mundane weekend, save the visit with matt in the hospital and helping phone goddess move stuff. at least there was decent conversation to be had. made a killer pizza saturday. spinach/mushroom/garlic digornio, with a twist. drizzled it with papa john's garlic sauce and more fresh garlic. grated myzithra on top too. STINKY. took that and some magazines (fortean times, and bizarre) to matt in the hospital. hung around, watched the osbornes, tried to hook up to the morphine pump... had a really weird dream this weekend. some evil company had taken over the city and had placed duct tape over the numbers on the houses and apt doors. towards the end we found out the leader of all this was the magician from the frosty the snowman cartoon. he had been infiltrating peoples' homes by coming up through a top hat under their beds.