in other news, an unscientific poll of f-book girls are recommending non-cuttage over the august holidays and i clearly need the veteran advice capabilities of the 'werkz. preferably with some jealous references to locks, locke, et all.
and as long as i'm fashioning detritus of the mind into a post, please to review this...i'm tempted to add a comment, but would that be wierd? i briefly wondered what a dredwerkz trip around the world would look like, and then i imagined ed rolling in the dirt outside a tashkent club, retching/cursing a stripper he swore spiked his drink...
]]>A day or two ago I commented to Tilda that she hadn't been posting enough.
Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind!
]]>why does the search link on the left take me to some random-ass page?
why can't i have a pretty, feminine color for the line under my name like brad does?
hey edward - you nudged me to start posting again - you have only yourself to blame
]]>that all changed one night (for those who know the story, it was the new jersey and r night). i was coming inside, completely sober, carrying a drunken friend who i had just rescued from the police. it was probably somewhere around 1 am. said friend was barely conscious and definitely outweighed me, so i was struggling.
just as i got to the front door of my building, i started to reach for my keys, but then saw someone coming out and thought he'd hold the door for us. it was mr. neighbor. i'd been living next door to him for 2 years, so i kind of thought he'd recognize me.
but no.
he walked out, shut the door behind him and stood in front of the door, blocking our entrance. he chanted at me, "no key, no entry! no key, no entry!"
despite his slightly bizarre and rude behavior, i politely thanked for his diligence in protecting the building from invasion by roaming miscreants (and wow - we did look pretty dangerous) and fished my key out.
as i unlocked the door, he stepped aside to light up a cigarette. he stared at me and my friend and said in a very disgusted and disapproving voice, "wow. he's REALLY drunk." then he smirked (sneered?) at me as i pulled my friend in the door.
so his talents appear to center around building security and stating the obvious. oh ... and leading a tireless crusade against noise pollution.
up next.
]]>i'm sorry ... questions as intriguing as these come up when edward is making me watch a completely boring "action" movie, which features the worst acting i've seen this week.
]]>despite being approximately early middle-aged, he seems to be at home during the day every day - this has been the case since i've lived in the building
his uniform consists of a dark t-shirt with its sleeves cut off. said shirt manages to expose an unsavory expanse of oddly tanned chest and is always paired with ratty shorts
saw him cut in front of a huge line at the starbucks near my house so that he could get a refill of coffee in a gnarly paper starbucks cup that he carries around when he's outside the apartment building
his hair looks like it would rather be gnawing down trees to build a dam
to top it off, his social skills appear to be rudimentary at best. as opposed to mine, which are whatever the next level above rudimentary is.
]]>I guess this is the solution to rising gas prices: instead of spending money on America's large oil conglomerates, I can wisely spend money on a deductible for America's large insurance companies!
On the plus side, it still drives like a charm, and this is just another reason to keep the top down. Even better, the rain that was let in from the storm when the vandals sliced the top actually cleaned my rear seat. Now that's service!
]]>Further, there is likely to be more structure brought to a political operation that has largely been delegated to the Regional Campaign Managers. The campaign currently has no political or field director.
The lack of any real campaign apparatus was idiotic from the get-go. I'm sad that McCain will be tougher to beat moving forward, but at least the retooling will take some energy away from him. The more he rebuilds, the less donors will give him, which feeds a vicious cycle.
]]>The company has just introduced a fully-electric, five passenger sports sedan dubbed the Model S, which will be selling for a shockingly affordable $60,000, and will manage 225 miles on a full charge
60k? 225 miles per charge? That's insane...
]]>Until then, it's ramen vs potatoes every night.
]]>go to products --> lights.
]]>why? because it's damned referential, that's why.
what does it reference, you ask?
edward's perpetual response to complaints that functions of said not-a-blog don't work
those horribly tacky anya hindmarch bags that i hate almost as much as i hate all louis vuitton bags ever created, which remind me of those awful esprit sweatshirts i had in middle school that blared "ESPRIT" across the front. LV products speak to the same principles that i was operating under was when i was 13 (or brad at current age).
a certain show loved by mega-nerds, which would also meta-reference the fact that the name of this website is uber-dorky (ps - i refuse to spell it "Web site", because although that's right, it's also just flat-out wrong)