May 2006


the LAPD has an official blog.  are they reaching out, or just reaching?  either way, some of it is really good reading, or just about as good as a good episode of Law & Order before it started sliding right around the time the otherwise smooth Elisabeth Röhm entered the scene (Carey Lowell FOR EVAH!!).

i can't read legalese, so this totally flies over my head, but…

do you trust what she says?  what?  an organization that cares more about prolonging into permanence its own existence than about anything else?  ya rly!

(among other not altogether surprising weirdness…)

yoga pants–despite being overexposed and dumpified, the "butt-bra" is still hawt on the right ass.

genie/gaucho pants–ok, depending.

capris–still hawt.

aviator shades–cute, but a bit of a crutch for the insecure. kinda like macs.

underarm purse (or worse yet, giant underarm yoga bag pretending to be a purse)–puke.

knee-length spandex tights under a denim skirt–vaginal booger/blood-fart puke/shart.

camel toe–still a double-or-nothing bet…if hot–doublehot. if not–double not.

…oh yes, and flippy skirts of any length (though naturally the shorter the better) will never die.  hallelu-jah to that.

anyway, i *heart* American Apparel's website's women's section

that is all.

why must Doug McIntyre hate America?

all hail mr. rogers.

Microsoft says it will feature desktop search in the new edition of its Windows software, Vista, expected in early 2007.

What?  Start, Search.  I'm so confused.  What about the dog?  And the wizard?

it's funny how, if you're a huge corp, the fear of getting sued by the citizenry is a bigger than fear of the NSA.

anyway, war is peace, spying is assuring privacy, and disgust is banality. 

watched V For Vendetta tonight.  not feeling particularly aligned with The Man right now…remember, remember, the V of noVember…ideas are bulletproof.

On this page, right-click on the photo and choose to Save the image as…well, lookee-here, what were we thinking of at least one of these fellas when were were putting the photo up on the server? What? Was that our inside voice again? Bad voices. Bad voices. I told you to stay in the corner and not interfere with my job, preciousssss…

Moonshine aka 6 Acres (located directly behind the statue of the o.g. hooch-slinger 'Gassy' Jack, in Gastown) is the awesomest relaxed food experience i've had recently. the food was incredible—i swear between the three of us we sampled the entire menu, and not a single thing was mediocre. the bathrooms were so fabulous we wanted to lift them whole and have them replace our own at home. the whole evening was perfect. i cannot say enough good things about this tapas pad. thank you, Moonshine.

GO THERE. NOW.

oh, and à propos… fuck you, BC Liquor Control Board.

Vancouver, the beautiful seductress/lotus-wallflower, deserves its designation as No Fun City. prudish friggin' N.I.M.B.Y. prigs. you'll get yours when your insane property taxes have to cover Gordo's olympic—nay, herculean—projects awarded to his power cronies.

i'm sorry, but i'm so mad at this rampant cronyism and bullshit, that every little thing sets me off. anyway, back to the BC Liquor Control Board…fuck you, you bureaucratic machine and fuck your mouthpiece. there, i said it.

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