Dinosaurs & Goldfish: Working it Out

So I've been reading disgruntled worker posts lately and have found that so many people are upset because their grizzled old superiors are dinosaurs. However, more often than not the complaints are about how the frustrated party's suggestions are ignored. I imagine this is the case because the suggestion is actually a whine/rant, demand or all-out verbal explosion. People, your boss signs your pay cheque...don't bite the hand that feeds you. This reminds me of a Metafilter comment I read about how most goldfish die by drowning in their own piss.

A New Leaf: My Environment

So I’ve quit my job, secured a couple of fun contracts and am doing fine. Now that I’ve only got a week left as an environmental advocate I need to come clean. There are some things that I can’t help but love: free wi-fi, liquor and birth control pills. Other things I’m not supposed to like but do include: carnies, crude bumper stickers and pirates. So far none of these are suspected carcinogens.

International Web Blogger's Day

Today is International Web Blogger's Day in addition to Blog like a Zombie Day. I think this is fitting since this year's theme is "Solidarity". Essentially, if we don't ensure that our net-related freedoms are kept alive, we'll all be Fox television zombies. I've said it before and I'll say it again, the internet is the last true democracy. Long live citizen journalism!!! Here's a bunch of related posts on censorship.

The Woman with the Screaming Brain

Blogageddon: I rolled over this morning with the taste of blood in my mouth and Shakira's Hips Don't Lie stuck in my head. Another day, another dollar...

I don't buy it. My quack doctor tells me that I don't have the flu, but rather that my jimson weed tea is causing my larynx to close up. If that were the case, wouldn't my voice improve after time? He'll say anything to get his lab fees paid. I hate the American medical system.God I'm tired. I feel like I've had a stroke. I'm late for work but no one has called. Sweet ass. At least when we go to see Night of the Living Dead on stage my groaning body will fit in.

It's a Small World

Johnny Depp giggles as a troop of Japanese transvestite pirate/children jump out from under a piano* and dance vigorously to "It's a Small World" - Disney's most terrifying psychedelic-inspired doll ride ever. I was 11 the last time I saw this ride (At the same time as Chucky's rise to fame).

During the ride, one doll's mechanisms seized up and it stood lifeless among a sea of other dolls. I nearly shat myself.

*Note: Start watching at the 2:40 mark

I'm a Liver not a Fighter

Between a Sat. trip to Napa & a Sun. at the Haight St. Fair, my gigantic liver is churning up some strange smells and noises.

But hold it right there super-organ...there's more! There's a Gama-Go Party on Wed. and Tim Biskup will be there! That's right, the maker of Samurai Jack, blue-faced Yeti, helper cyclops, accordion-neck skeleton, and those other funny mushroom-headed tribesmen will take to the turn tables. Given that my Israeli neighbor has been to 111 Minna for the past 5 years worth of Wed., he may be upset to see resident favorite Spesh replaced with Biskup.

Interspecies War!!!

In all of my web building I failed to go to the Robot fight in Dolores Park. I know...I know...you'd think I'd be on top of it...However, in my defense, they weren't real robots, they were just guys in cardboard suits. It's not like an exoskeleton* or even the Canada Arm.

Anyways, the box-boy fight reminds me of another age-old interspecies war - Unicorn vs. Narwhal.

*Note: Somebody tell Berkley's Human Engineering Dept. that "lower extremity exoskeleton" sounds dirty