The internet connection at my place of employ has been sporadic at best these past few weeks, practically nil these past few days, and is estimated to remain in the same sorry (inexcusable!) state for the next two to three weeks. If I am to stay somewhat informed, and I am, somewhat, well then I guess I must suffer those enormous, awkward news papers. But how in the hell has such a format survived for so many years? Why don't I just cram a bunch of bus stop advertisements under my arm and try to fold and unfold them without getting in anyone's way. Better yet, I'll just dance around on a bag of potato chips while people are trying to work. In rural areas, maybe you can spread them out in backyards, like beach towels, and crawl from the top to the bottom of the pages, but why put yourself through that, really? The best dimensions with which to take in information are 8.5" x 7"—whoever designed the paperback novel knew what he or she was doing. Small, quiet, personal. Though the 15" Powerbook screen is a close second—so thin and sleek, the 15" Powerbook screen. News papers, however, are a failed experiment. To hell with them, those... those rags.


Tom    September 30, 2006    6:19pm
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from Charles

Doctor Livingstone shall be missed.

...foul play may have been involved. The beloved doctor and african cichlid was alive and well as of 4am, yet was found dead and nibbled in the alley behind the minature castle at 12:30 this afternoon.



September 26, 2006    8:11pm    RIP
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Phil and I finally made a video and put it on YouTube. That's Phil playing the role of me sans Jenni.

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In November 1996, I completed my Oasis B-sides collection at the Virgin Megastore in Times Square when I was in town for a cross country meet. I was able to find most of the import singles in Butler, but not Whatever. That was the last one I needed and this afternoon I bumped into the man himself not ten feet from where I eventually found it almost ten years ago. We both played it cool though.

Tom    September 20, 2006    3:25pm
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Last night I dreamt I was in one place and then the scene changed and I was in a second place. But when it came time to leave the second place, the scene didn't cut to a third place, as was the case earlier in the dream, as is often the case with dream-travel. No, this time I just stayed in the second place, with absolutely no idea where my car was parked.

I had to leave, it was time to go, but the damn scene in which I parked my car had been cut from the dream. My dream-editor may have thought the car parking scene was unecessary to the overall plot of the dream, but by skipping past it the audience (I) was forced to watch in boredom as my dream-self stood on the corner of a dream-town's Main Street, going, "Think. Think, Tom." for the remainder of the dream. If I could have changed the channel, I would've.


Tom    September 17, 2006    10:10pm
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Clean & Nasty and Friends and Baby Pool
play music for your head and your ass

Friday, September 8th
11:30pm
Mo Pitkin's House of Satisfaction
34 Ave. A (at 3rd St.)

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Aye aye, Captain. Ah, but which one?

Captain America?
Captain Atom?
Captain Boomerang?
Captain Britain?
Captain Carrot?
Captain Cold?
Captain Comet?
Captain Compass?
Captain Fear?
Captain Marvel?
Captain Marvel, Jr.?
Captain Mar-Vell?
Captain Nazi?!
Captain Savage?
Captain Storm?
Captain Ultra?
Captain Universe?

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from New York to Buenos Aires is 5302 miles

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