The Weekend Web

Inspired by Maggles, here's what was going on on my 'blog a year ago (though this fucker is way more than a year old):

• I was still doing "quality assurance."
• I had just marched in the NYC protest of the 2004 RNC.
• I had a girlfriend.
• The Distillers were still together.
• I still talked about boring computer shit all the time.

So.

I've been talking less political shit up on this piece over this last year. Mostly this is because the news is all so bad that it just makes me upset to write about it, but: Am I alone in feeling indignant about being asked to give money to a relief effort that should be shouldered primarily by the fucking government to which we pay our tax money? And furthermore to a relief effort that gives comfort to a gaggle of red states that voted in this government and thus deserve nothing but contempt as far as I'm concerned? It's time their citizens learned what it means to vote Republican in this day and age -- it's death, man. Politics is life and death. (And that's why I don't write about it in my 'blog.)

The Rase is moving in tomorrow, she says, around 1:30 PM. The apartment is not 100% ready, but nearly so -- I just have to finish cleaning grease off of some of the more grease-absorbent surfaces in the kitchen. I've put a lot of work into tidying this place up over the last few weeks. It's going to be weird sharing this space with another person again. Hopefully I can be a grown-up and not freak out about it.

Had a relatively crappy run tonight. My chest is still sort of tight from being sick earlier this week.

Last night I went up to visit Bill in his new apartment up on 105th St. The place is definitely nice, and they're getting a good deal on it, I can't remember how much. But he made me a delicious dinner and we played some Crash Bandicoot on the X-Box, which was awful. Billy kept saying he was impressed with the production, given that it had obviously been developed by some kind of bargain-bin company who'd acquired the rights to the character at a police auction or something, but maybe he's got a different definition of the word than I do, 'cuz every level looked like a gay disco with a particle effect infection. Lizards and wizards, don't you know. Saturday The Abyss play possibly their last show, as Chris is heading off to UCLA to run scam on their PhD program.