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Thursday,January 31,2002 Ciao, bella. It is insane how your mind is so fixed on a girl. Wednesday,January 30,2002 When I get around to it, I'm going to put up all the old stuff that was on the @home site. Ah, nostalgia. Spontaneous dates are great. This one came out of left field. Maybe my moodiness will retreat. Although it is pretty damn cold outside, it still should be fun. Ok I was digging around tucows and found this: Freak. At first I thought it was me back in the goatee days, but I've never had glasses like that. My sneaking suspicion that I am a twin may be true. Finished at least a pot of coffee today. Damn, I'm back to my old ways. There was a bit of buzz to it, I will admit, but now I have rot gut. Still thinking of Olympic [tm] wastes of time [tm]. A journal sounds too cliche, but I suppose I could be a smart ass in it. Ignoring the whole thing is more my style, I guess. The Olympic drunks album still sounds pretty appealing. Tuesday,January 29,2002
Sunday,January 27,2002 Strange work ideas have been haunting me lately. I find myself day dreaming about owning an record store, publishing an underground zine, or just totally slacking out and go back to school. Saturday,January 26,2002 hi ho. hi ho. Friday,January 25,2002 posted at 11:37:14 PM by Clint posted at 03:43:16 PM by Clint I seem to have solved the bizzaro upside down cam thing with the new cam. Now I just need a proper hub. posted at 11:02:21 PM by Clint I was rather pissed the other day when I saw Olympic banners running up B Street--not too far from my house. My first reaction was "not in my hood." In talking with a few folks today, however, I think I've begun to realize the scope of the crap that is going to descend on happy town in a couple of weeks. We're pretty much going to be sealed into our neighborhood because one of the main roads to the University where the athletes will be housed boarders our southern edge, the city itself the west, and the university the east. Gee Dubya will undoubtedly be staying at the Governor's Mansion which is just down the street from me. Secret service will probably make it up even this far. TRAPPED. Maybe I should head off to the desert, but something in me wants to witness the insanity, I guess. I'm trying to think of something I could do with the cameras for the Olympic Winter Games[TM]. A friend who is a bona fide photographer has a great plan: he is going to tape unexposed negatives down to sidewalks near various venues and then develop the results after people have trod all over it. He has a few prints of other times he has done this. All about capturing time, he says. I had the idea of passing out cameras to various people I meet, not expensive digital ones, mind you, but just those throw away kind. I would probably never see them again, and I don't have that kind of cash anyway. I will probably end up just taking pictures of drunks baffled by Utah. Now that's an exhibit. Well, workshop tomorrow. Yum. Think I would rather have battery acid poured on my face. Oh yes. A good joke came up today. A survey I was filling out asked if I was multilingual. It took me about two beats to think "No, but I'm cunnilingual." Bah duh dum. Thursday,January 24,2002 There is a reason wines are on sale at the liquor store. Its nose would kill cockroaches. It burns. No tannins, but a vague sense of kerosine permeates. It all just makes me wonder what the Blossom Hill people did to those poor Cabernet Sauvingnon grapes. It does have quite a kick, though. Tuesday,January 22,2002 Well it is my birthday. That's pretty much been the obsession of the whole weekend.. MLK and I rock. Otherwise I did collect some quirky gifts. Austin Powers video, yeah baby, Winnie the Poo, sorry that's not my bag bay, candy which people like a whole lot, Indian food from the anti-mamalians, WWJD bandaids, a scary singing hamster that should be, by all rights, joe cartoon's, and a great everlasting engraved pen. What a mix. Hair. NIN. Roger Whitaker. hmm. Saturday,January 19,2002 In an effort to not clean my house, I took some online tests. This one caught me right on: Clint, you're a Thoroughbred! In an effort to not clean my house, I took some online tests. This one cold rocked it: Clint, your inner rock star is Beck! In an attempt to not clean my house, I've been taking various tests on line. This one is more like it (even thought it is about the worst written piece of tripe I've read in a long time): Clint, your match is Cameron Diaz! In a concerted effort to not clean my house for the party tomorrow, I took some online test. This one doesn't even come close to me: Clint, you're an Observer! Your personality is actually determined by two personality sub-types — your primary, or dominant sub-type, and your secondary sub-type. You are an Observer which means you are a Discreet / Golden. Your primary sub-type is defined by "Discreet" characteristics and your secondary sub-type is defined by "Golden" characteristics. Thursday,January 17,2002 A day spent explaining and re-explaining. Yes I do know what I'm doing. No that was not my idea. Funny it all seemed to be such a funny let down after dreams of being out of work and happy. Ah well. Time to clean house. Misplaced my Dolphins hat. Guess that was Epimethean. Jazz squeaked out a loss. I know how Stockton feels. Neighbor Jeff is showing tomorrow. Gallery stroll-city. Helped him and the oh so interesting Lucy louse up 2 paintings. Felt generous. Gave 50 cents to a limping beggar. He eyed my $1.79 in change and wanted it all. Do you feel lucky, punk? A man has to know his limitations. Monday,January 14,2002 Honoring my pioneer heritage. Sunday,January 13,2002 This guyused to own my house when he was first governor of Utah. He wasn't a known plyg, so I haven't found any secret passages or anything in the place. Janitors have it out for my office cam. They also hate the couch cam. Saturday,January 12,2002 Looky what happened here last night: (Warning: the picture is in its native format and is huge.) Wednesday,January 09,2002 Watch me at work. Tell me to clean my office. Sunday,January 06,2002 I can feel the insanity of a new term already. Oish. Sea Monkey update: thriving. The three white blurs pictured below are Fido 1, Fido 36, and Jennifer. Decided to streamline the events section, using a spiffy program called Blog: Weblog Builder written by Fahim Farook from here. Nice little program and saved me from wasting my time writing some kudgey script. Saturday,January 05,2002 Derek M's B-day. D & Mariah announced their engagement.
Awww. New Years resolutions revoked. Tall girls with lip
rings rock. Thursday,January 03,2002
Relieved undo tension from incompetence by working
all night. The list is growing shorter. Tomorrow: Jeff of the no-heat and blown circuit breakers
is playing with Liza at Mo's.
He was a bit nervous after he got back from rehearsal, but it should
be a good show. Tuesday,January 01,2002 A couple of things I learned: bars should not be allowed
to have comfy chairs for unwitting patrons to fall asleep in; avoid
tall girls with lip rings; never get the bright idea of inviting everyone
you know and then having them invite eveyone they know on New Years;
don't shout obscenities at the Governor's mansion and expect to live
it down; eat the Athenian at The Other Place; don't let party-goers
fiddle with your neighbor's circuit breakers; don't build a snow fort
anywhere near yellow snow; and don't rush into someone's bedroom at
3 am shouting that the neighbor's power is out and there are going to
be 6 people sleeping on your floor! Happy New Year. |
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