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|| August 16, 2000 || 5:48 pm || Comments (0) ||

I already had a loathing/distaste for The Gap. With the advent of their newest ad campaign, it is now nothing short of MASSIVE.

Surely to God if you have a television, watch it a little and are not comatose, you have seen these really annoying snippets of retail pimping courtesy of the great conglomerate of textile that is The Gap. They feature kids doing a mock-up performance of “You Really Got Me” (Oh, thou stinky defilers of this monstrous rock classic!!). One is a prepubescent grrl band and the other is a poorly choreographed (as well as executed) boy band (prepubescent as well).

Not only do these commercials SUCK, they are in heavy rotation and seem to be on my television every 30 minutes when it is up and running (I am one of those retards that leave it on for the background noise).

Of course, I object on the whole “HEY PEDOPHILES, looky here!!!” level. Mostly I just object because they are crappily done on the audiovisual level and they are dull, dull, DULL.

Hey Gap, you suck. Fire your kitschy ad jerkoffs. They are raping your checkbook. They have effectively killed any chance that I might peel off some greenbacks if I were ever to accidentally stumble into your retail space after having been clubbed on the head or drugged at a fratboy watering hole.

I hate you, Gap. I really, really do. Child labor wasn’t enough for ya? You just HAD to find another venue to exploit ‘em in?? JEEZUS.

“How would you like it if the tables turned/And we put your kind to death?”
// Red September, “Welcome to the Other Side”

 
|| August 16, 2000 || 11:21 am || Comments (0) ||

Last night, around 10:30 p.m.:

Me, muttering about T.V.: “What a fucking freak…”
Him: “Are you talkin’ to me?”
Me: “No, I’m talking to myself ’cause I’m a better conversationalist and have a much larger vocabulary.”
Him: “Why you wanna hurt my feelings by telling me the truth?”
Me: “I was exaggerating about your conversation skills…”

We laugh and hug. He gives GREAT hugs.

 
|| August 15, 2000 || 9:05 am || Comments (0) ||

Are you mired down in everyday-ness, or do you let your mind wander? Do you wonder about things way out or wise? Just asking…

 
|| August 14, 2000 || 12:53 am || Comments (0) ||

I love my daddy’s plum wine. He sho’ know how ta do a brew.

I also love CoverGirl LipSlicks. So much so that I bought 3 new ones* today. FUCK all those expensive-ass lipsticks I usually buy…LipSlicks are the way to go, mang.

*In case you are wondering, I bought ‘Hint of Brown’, ‘Hint of Shimmering Sunset’ and ‘Hint of Shimmering Sandstone’. WOO-HOO!!!

 
|| August 13, 2000 || 5:11 pm || Comments (0) ||

My mommy is here for a visit. YAYYAYYAY! She is a very nifty and wicked-vicious cool person to shoot the shit with. Perhaps I will set up an advice column of her very own. She will throw mondo counsel your way in 40 words or less (her pat style) and tell you to use it or don’t, but you asked. For those in dire need/straits, she will smack you upside the head and tell you to wise the hell up. She gives great hugs, too, but those are reserved for her babies (ME!) and her grandbabies.

Yesterday was passed with laid-backness and good conversation….last night was cartoons with the kiddos (mom has decided she likes The Rugrats and SpongeBob Squarepants very muchly). A quote: “Those PowerPuff Girls, I dunno…” Tomorrow is reserved for prowling the countryside and searching out the area’s ‘eccentricities’ (to be read, ‘Redneck Folklore Spots and Accompanying Handicrafts’). Today we went in search of stores to throw money at (Gawd, I love the stock market and her involvement in it!).

After shopping all day, I booted up and ended up reading lots of the articles contained here. YES, this is a problem I have long been aware of. YES, I very much do my part to combat it. I still always feel the tug of guilt, though. I feel remorse and sadness and disgust that these will never play as hard as they work.

Don’t get me wrong….I am not in favor of socialism. I am, however, in favor of fair labor standards (ones that DON’T allow children to be exploited). I am in favor of everyone getting their chance at their piece of the pie or the brass ring or the house with suitable living conditions, whichever they choose. As much as people annoy me, I still root for humanity. Go figure.

On the lighter side, I stumbled across this quote, and it is worthy of re-publishing here:

Q: anything on your mind?

A: adventure, excitement, a jedi craves not these things…but he does crave pussy

Amen. Pass the peaches.

 
|| August 12, 2000 || 12:53 am || Comments (0) ||

I hereby dedicate the following post to Mistuh Dirk Buh-lidge-ah-runt with all the fondness one can muster through clenched teeth:

Stress Management:

  • Mentally picture yourself near a stream.
  • Birds are chirping in the crisp, cool mountain air.
  • Nothing can bother you here.
  • No one knows this secret place.
  • You are in total seclusion from that place called the “world.”
  • The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a cascade of serenity.
  • The water is so clear that you can easily make out the face of the person whose head you are holding under the water.

There now…….feeling better?

 
|| August 11, 2000 || 2:39 pm || Comments (0) ||

Unxmaal.com. Go there….belongs to a long-lost cynical brother-in-arms who just so happens to be a relative. Hiya, Air-Hick!! I am humbled in the face of your Xc3ll3n7 H4×0r L337n3ss!