July 16th, 2004

John Constantine

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-- "How come we don't even talk no more?
And you don't even call no more?
We don't barely keep in touch at all,
and I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more.

"And I heard it through the grapevine, we even beefin' now,
After all the years we been down.
Ain't no way no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family and ain't a damn thing changed.

"Unless it's you."

-- Warren Ellis is a great writer with pretty good taste in music and really good taste in actors, but a peek at Fast Fiction Friday reveals that his tastes in short stories seems to lean towards pretentious asshattery with shitty, stilted dialogue. Oh well. Nobody's perfect. 'Cept me, but there you go.

-- Good day so far, hopefully leading to a very relaxing and almost-100%-solitary weekend.
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    Tired. Old, weary tired.
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-- The latest bit up, as of now, on Fast Fiction Friday proves my point. It's a bit by a guy who calls himself Max Morris. Scroll down to read it if something has replaced it at the top by the time you get there. It's terrible.

-- I may not agree with his taste, but I have to admit that Warren Ellis is pretty ballsy for doing this. I can't believe he's actually sitting down and reading submissions from everyone who's subscribed to his livejournal -- and everyone who's subscribed to their livejournals, because most everyone linked to the FFF request even tho' he specifically said not to -- and trying to cull out the good stuff. My god, the enormity of the crap he must have had to wade through boggles the mind. I don't even want to think about it.

This has started me on a train of thought. To be continued tonight if I have time between laundry and cleaning, tomorrow if not.
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I just saw a guy on Fear Factor introduce himself with "My name is Eric the Viking and I go in to work and battle every day! I give it 110% and I'm gonna do the same thing on Fear Factor!"

They show his occupation and the guy's a fucking loan officer.

I hate you, America. I could hate you more, but I'd have to be on fire.
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Just a partial list of the random shit I've found cleaning up tonight.

-- A six-year-old carbon of a check I wrote for dinner at Sneaky Pete's.

-- Printout of cheat codes for Tenchu: Stealth Assassins.

-- Journal from the absolute worst two years of my life.

-- Sixty-odd silver envelope seals.

-- Two spoons, a fork, and a plate.

-- My hood, which I thought was long lost gone.

**EDIT** And a 3rd Edition D&D character sheet for an Actaeon brave named Aurelius. Which was probably better off lost.
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    The Clash - London Calling