It’s the future, baby! Now that it’s the year 2000, all my canned soup is expiring. I never thought that this time would ever come. Crazy shit???

Just so everyone knows, I’m the guy who first typed in the search query, “nothing much is indexed yet, huh???” into the ETP Search Engine. At least it points to something now

I want to be able to tell someone when I’m feeling shitty without turning them off or driving them away. And I don’t mean someone that I can tell a week after the fact??? Misery may love company, but it sure doesn’t get much of it.

God bless the brain damaged. How could we know so much about ourselves without them?

I’m sick of the naked Italian men in the gym’s locker room making fun of my long hair. I don’t know what their problem is. And they’re really gross-looking, too. Ew.

I hate Marcs.

Here’s something to try out if you’re ever terminally bored: cover one end of a toothpick with a small glob of toothpaste and drop it into the toilet. I mean it, man–hours of fun??? better than sea monkeys , I reckon. Maybe next time, we’ll add some baking soda and see what happens. Stay tuned!

Ouch, my quads??? and my delts??? sore.

Bob Dylan is asking me how it’s like to be on my own, with no direction home; a complete unknown. I think he’s just being rhetorical, so I’m not going to answer him. Uh huh???

The times, they sure are a-changing. Rock on, Bob. And hail Eris ! All hail Discordia!

I’m not sure which is worse–living in this reality as I know it, or being in some of the screwed-up dreams that I have sometimes.

The liquid in my brain is relentless .

Woke up to find
I lost my mind
Lost heart, lost nerve
I lost my favorite word

- Jewel