anywhey, i waz thinking twoday about hwo people don't spel rite anymoor. they're grammar is bad if you think about it, to. it's probably not reel inneresting four a web sight to point this out, but its bothereeng me. sew soo me.

you might find sneeze fetishes less boring.

i am reading me talk pretty one day by david sedaris. it is funny, but that doesn't quite begin to cover it. the other night, i was reading before bed, and i giggled so much that i temporarily forgave my upstairs neighbor for snoring loudly. surely, i was disturbing his sleep. later, after i was done with forgiveness, i kind of hoped i was disturbing his sleep (sometimes, i'm not very nice). but back to my original point: david sedaris. funny. very. yay.

if you're interested in reading more about my neighbor's unseemly snoring habits, you can read what i wrote on june 5 on the doogie page.

it hardly seems possible, but today i am even more glad that i don't live in iran.

in other news, i had a fabulous weekend in beautiful ashland, oregon. i met some of my bestest friends from high school and we managed to fit a whole heck of a lot into 48 hours: we saw troilus and cressida, ate yummy thai food, hung around lithia park for a large portion of saturday, ran into someone else we knew from high school, went drinking with him and his friends, rafted the upper rogue river, ate yummy pizza, and parted. of course, the parting was such sweet sorrow... sigh.

i often think i should have a music section on my site, since i really enjoy good music and all. i think i am somewhat intimidated by the fact that my music nerd friends are WAY into music and would probably laugh at any futile attempt i would make. not to mention that i get a lot of shit for my musical tastes -- people see morrissey cd's in your collection and they form whole new opinions of you. it is my humble opinion that no human can make the word "oh" sound as mournful as morrissey can, while still maintaining an air of sarcasm and comedy. ah, the melodrama...

anyhow, what started this whole line of thought is the fact that i got the new radiohead cd, amnesiac, a couple of weeks ago and i'm in love with it. i also got depeche mode's exciter, which is good, but it's no amnesiac. anyhow, i'm having a music-ful month, i guess.

suddenly, with no warning, the train of thought comes to a complete halt.

gross.

happy father's day!

i've been enjoying myboot.com, now that it's back up. the novella is pretty cool, and the essays are definitely worth plagiarizing (i got a kick out of why i like abe lincoln).

mail undeliverable... my hosting company went kaput for a bit, but my e-mail is back up now. if you received mail bounced back to you yesterday or this morning, that's why.

sex for a concert ticket? madonna maddness hits berlin.

the perils of being a bus driver were once again made apparent as i rode to work. bus driver = captive audience. the guy who was talking too much this morning went on and on about how computers aren't helpful (i thought that part was cute, but stupid). then he moved on to the problems with tv: they used to turn all the stations on and off at the same time each day and show the national anthem before and after sporting events. now they don't show the national anthem at all. damn them! damn them all!

some dude named tim sent me the following suggestion for a new survey topic: "Is Wilford Brimley the leader of the 4 DAY TIME CUBE cult?" this is a very good question, and bears much consideration, but might not be the best survey topic. still, it made me laugh. thanks tim (if that is your real name).

tracy sent me headlong into time cube madness today. why is it that the freakiest rants are always displayed in huge font sizes? and why so repetitive? i lack the patience to wade through the ranting and see if there's any scientific validity to gene ray's assertions. will someone please read that thing and sum it up for me? thanks.

congratulations to newlyweds john and fawn! i just returned from their wedding in maine, so i really have no updates for this page. maine is pretty, but they never discovered the grid system of city planning, so getting around kind of bites. many quarters were spent getting lost on the maine turnpike. the best was when i paid with five dimes and dropped four of them -- the lady at the toll booth was only slightly grumpy about it. other than that, the wedding was beautiful (especially the bride), and the reception was loads of fun. yay!

searching for that perfect way to divulge your dirty little secret? let glassdog help. also, sign my guestbook.

i've done some checking and it turns out that the world is, indeed, a vampire. -- i wrote that almost two years ago, but i forgot about it until i saw it quoted somewhere today. heh. it's a small web after all...

something else i forgot about is this cute little 404 error page. the impatient will want to view source to read the whole thing... and whowouldbuythat.com is pretty amusing as well.

be warned: licking breasts may just get you robbed (in bogota).

i redesigned my home page today... i think i like it. also, the guestbook might actually be fun. i will keep it unless nobody signs it, in which case it will merely be pathetic.

i am attempting to automate the data collection/display for my "why do you hate willford brimley so much?" form. this is easier said than done. i originally thought i'd just go steal a guestbook script and change that around, but that's probably not going to work, so i'm going to have to figure something else out. in the meantime, i just set up a guestbook. i will either keep it and make it pretty at some point, or get rid of it altogether. i haven't decided yet... feel free to sign it, if you wish.