February 6th, 2003

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Friends! How many of us have them?

Spent last evening in the company of the lovely and talented Ms. Claire Zulkey, who is every bit as charming in person as she is via the electro-mail. Read her writing and be delighted.

Polish food at Angelina's, head-punching Okocim beer, and tiki madness at Hala Kahiki were the order of the day. Perhaps it's my predisposition towards misanthropy, or perhaps it's because I think I'm an unlikeable boor, but I am always pleased to meet someone and hit it off with them. Along with reading, writing, sleeping, and taking hot showers that last 3 hours, having friends who are intelligent and interesting is one of the best things about being alive.

Also, the ease of our meeting and (from my end, at least, and unless I'm a worse judge of character than I used to be, hers too) lack of an uncomfortable, awkard vibe upon meeting someone in meatspace that you "know" only electronically set me to thinking about internet friendships. I'm old enough to have been a fully socialized adult when the internet was new, and I've been online since the colorful days of the Commodore 64 and slow-loading text-chat, so I can remember pretty vividly the days when meeting someone in "real life" that you previously knew online was a novelty, and a fairly odd one, too, with a hint of geekiness about it. My friend AndreaOK and I, who met online and have known each other for years, used to invent goofy stories (usually involving having been in the Marines together) to explain how we'd met rather than cop to the nerdy shame of having been online buddies before meeting face-to-face.

Nowadays, though, it's remarkably commonplace -- so much so that I'm sometimes surprised at how little stigma is attached to it. My friend Lara claims that most of her friends have dated someone they met online. Many of my closest friends are people I originally met online, but more surprisingly to me, many of their friends are too. Is this what the technology curve feels like? Because I guess I kinda like it.
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Special "Today in Neo-Conservative America" bonus

Bill O'Reilly, a.k.a America's Dumbest Man, apparently believes that the children of people murdered by terrorists are not allowed to have opinions at variance with his own.

Because of my obsession with neo-conservative punditry, very little about it, no matter how shrill and hysterical its tone, can surprise me. But this is, well, it's fucking shameful. Read this and shake ya head. Here is a dogmatic ideologue so in love with how right he thinks he is about everything that he sits in front of millions of people and yells at, berates and belittles -- damn near physically assaults -- a man whose father was brutally murdered by terrorists because that man dares to oppose war with Iraq.

It's fascinating because O'Reilly, like many on the right, use the WTC attack as a crowbar to force war (despite the utter lack of evidence that Iraq had anything to do with it). He has suggested (and he's certainly not the first to do so, nor will he be the last) that to oppose war is to dishonor the families of the victims of those attacks.

And yet here, he is faced with an actual family member of the victims, one who is unconvinced that war is the answer to his grief, and he seems to find the whole situation completely unthinkable -- so completely outside the realm of his understanding of how the world is supposed to work that he literally banishes the offender from his sight, removes him from the Bill O'Reilly universe.

Stupefying.
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Well aw raaaaght

Iron Scribe got linked on Metafilter, after only one challenge. Neat.

I am taking offers from major venture capitalists, if any are interested in giving me a million dollars for doing this. You have to pay the lawsuit when Fuji TV sues me, though.

You know what's a really good record? "O.S.T." by People Under The Stairs, is what's a really good record.
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Mountain man

I hate shaving. My face, that is. However, I have to do it, because otherwise, I look like Grizzly Addams within two days' time. Electrolysis doesn't seem to be an option, being both expensive and horribly painful. I hate the way I look with a beard, but I also hate the way I look with lots of bloody pinpricks all over my face.

I am almost to the point that I figure it's better to look like a fat Rasputin and just let the beard grow out, but you have to trim a beard, which is probably as big a pain in the ass as shaving. But I dunno. It's not like I'm ever going to have a girlfriend again; why should I care what I look like?

I could be on the verge of a "decision" here. Prepare to meet Tolstoi Leonard.
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Today's music quiz

Marduk song title, GG Allin song title, or song title I just made up?

1. All Hail the Lord of Worms
2. Cockpie
3. Expose Yourself to Kids
4. Fistfucking God's Planet
5. Funeral Bitch
6. Glorification of the Black God
7. God of Fire in Hell
8. Lick My Infected Asshole
9. Maggot Chewing Corpseraper
10. Multiple Forms of Self-Satisfaction
11. Sex with Satan
12. Shoot, Knife, Strangle, Beat & Crucify
13. Slaughterhouse Deathcamp
14. Sodomize the Dead
15. Zombie of Christ Destroyed
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Cheese us, Christ

You know, it's not as if Pizza Hut pizzas don't have like a pound of cheese on them already. And it's not as if they won't sell you a cheese pizza with extra cheese. There's no fucking shortage of cheese on a Pizza Hut pizza, is what I am saying. But for some reason, I guess because they hate us all the way that Kid Miracleman hated Miracleman, they introduced a Stuffed Crust Pizza, which had a big ring of cheese baked into the crust of the pizza, making, in total, six tons of cheese on a medium-size pizza.

But now, they have introduced the Golden Ring Stuffed Crust Pizza, which appears to be a cheese pizza with extra cheese, AND a cheese-stuffed crust, AND an additional pile of cheese baked on top of the cheese-stuffed crust.

My question is, from an economic standpoint, wouldn't it be more cost-effective to send over a guy to simply slice your chest open and tear out your heart with pliers?