Monthly Archives: December 2003

What I read in 2003 This is a mostly complete list of the books I read in 2003. I compiled this list at the end of the year from my Amazon purchases, things I mentioned in my journal, and by … Continue reading →

New York looked like the fucking Omega Man today. Nobody was out on the streets, and a lot of office buildings were locked down for the holiday. I got a whole subway car to myself for part of the way … Continue reading →

I’ve completed my regular Christmas Eve tradition of listening to William S. Burroughs read “The Junky’s Christmas”, as recorded with the Disposable Heroes of Hypoprisy. If you have Kazaa or whatever, it’s worth a look-up. I just got dinner from … Continue reading →

I have no fucking time to write because I spent $100 on DVDs and I am trying to listen to the commentary to Naked Lunch and I am also trying to put together a distribution list so I can spam … Continue reading →

I’ve always talked about the virtues of the ZZ Top album Eliminator, about how it is the perfect desert island pick, and how you could bring it to any party and make someone happy, as it is simultaneously an 80s … Continue reading →

I forgot to mention this, but Speakeasy tried to fuck me out of $200 while I was on vacation, and of course I found out about it when my phone and internet were destroyed last weekend. See, a little while … Continue reading →

I’m watching this Paris Hilton show – not the one where she answers her cell phone while taking a huge cock from the rear in night vision, but the one where she is with Lionel Richie’s mongoloid heroin addict daughter, … Continue reading →

People really look at me weird when I explain to them that I never, ever drank alcohol until I turned 21, except for first communion and maybe one time I drank some punch that had like a capful of gin … Continue reading →

Jesus fuck, I hate washing dishes. There has to be a better way. And don’t tell me “a dishwasher”, because I had a fucking dishwasher in Seattle, and I had to wait until I had a full sink of dishes … Continue reading →

Sadaam is back, and so am I. I, however, feel a lot worse than he looks. I’m still trying to kick the last remains of whatever I caught from that flu shot, and a week in Indiana didn’t exactly help … Continue reading →