March 19th, 2003

flavored with age

What did you do in the war, daddy?

What I was doing when we attacked Iraq during Gulf War I:

Playing raquetball at the GCC courts with Mike and Michael and Eric. We all felt the war was wrong -- I'd been in a black bloc action only a few days before -- but we were strangely giddy, with a sort of tacit admission that America had been duped and we might as well just sit back and enjoy the ride. We made jokes about the generals holding press conferences while looped out of their minds on acid. Afterwards we had Slurpees.

What I'll probably be doing when we attack Iraq during Gulf War II:

Sitting at my computer, trying to push my way through a particularly difficult and loathesome chapter of my novel. I'll have just finished reading the section of "The Decline and Fall of the Third Reich" where Hitler invades Poland. I feel very odd, like I'm embarking on a great adventure, and a strange sense of imminent doom, the way you feel when you've made a really big mistake and it's too late to do anything about it. I'll probably eat a big salad and go to sleep instead of watching the skies over Baghdad light up green on TV.

I think there must be something wrong with me.
flavored with age

The best-laid plans of mice-like men

I have a friend whose strategy for getting a boyfriend is to stay at home and hope somebody nice breaks in.

I always liked this strategy; it would work particularly well for me, because of the whole hating-bars thing and the whole destesting-the-idea-of-selling-myself-like-a-candy-bar thing, and the whole crippling-fear-of-rejection thing, and the whole intense-self-loathing thing, and the whole always-being-attracted-to-unattainable-women thing. So I've been following it for some time now.

Then I realized: who's going to break in to my apartment? I don't own anything worth stealing. Damn.
flavored with age

Needles and pinza

- Attention funnybook nerds: I have no other ideas, so tonight's log will be another tour through the vagaries of OHOTMU. Marvelriffic fun for every geeky one.

- After the St. Patrick's Day parade, my liquor supplies need refreshing. The question is, should I go to the Arab store across the street and just replace what's missing, or should I go full-bore drunk-hog and drive to Binny's with the goal of buying every single booze I need? On the eve of war, what's wiser, long-term drunken frugality or a to-hell-with-it siege party a la Foppl in "V."?

- I gotta catch up on my e-mail correspondence. People must think I don't love them anymore. When in fact I love them e-carnally.

- I just got the new Malkmus record, not too many weeks after getting the new Preston School of Industry record. As fogeyish as this sounds, my fear that like the Pixies, the Placemats, and CVB, the Pave appears to have been quite definitely greater than the sum of their parts.

- Who wants CDs, and what do you want on them? I'm in a burning mood this week. I've got flowers and lots of hours to spend on you, pussycats. Seriously fucked-up noise can be yours for the price of some pixels.