I forget to write, and so my memories fade away… Thoughts and emotions evaporate. What was once nearly tangible now seems like a distant dream. And the passion—yesterday, anger, joy, depression, ecstasy—today is just a dullness.

Reality to irreality, because I do not record these moments that once meant so much to me.

Today I thought Europe was my D: drive.

Hey Tim, I want to see a picture of that chronic infected, bloody, ingrown toenail you had for years.

1. Don’t go to Yoshinoya after 11:30pm. The meat in that half hour space before they close is not exactly fresh.
2. If you’re going to build a Giant Gameboy like my friend Jeff, realize that your project fits precisely into Slashdot’s demographic, and as such your server will die a painful death as soon as word gets out.

No, seriously, I have only admiration for my friend Jeff’s project. It is quite a thing to behold, though I’ve yet to play with it. The Slashdot thing is, in retrospect, completely obvious. I’m saddened he’s been removed from twentysix.net’s servers—hopefully he’ll have a new home up soon—but I understand his host wasn’t quite prepared for the, ahh, onslaught. From journal keeper to net.celebrity: Jeff, you have done ICAM proud!

And yes, the All Tomorrow’s Parties posts are Coming Soon. As well as something on the RAC show two weeks ago with Weezer, the Offspring, and No Doubt.

Wow. I, too, have the ability to generate generic nearly-funny prose commentary on poor television shows. I’m so proud of myself.

I came into the house and my siblings were watching Celebrity Boxing on Fox—basically a tame, live-action Celebrity Deathmatch without grudges that make sense.

Willis from Different Strokes beat Vanilla Ice, thankfully. After the wailing Vanilla got, he still managed to have a stupid “I coulda beat him” look on his face after the end of the match.

Then Tanya Harding took on Paula Jones. Who the hell roots for Tanya Harding—in what way is she at all a sympathetic human being? Her grasping, unsportsmanlike tendencies came out in the match when she clocked Jones in the *back* of the head after Jones had signalled her desire to bow out of the match.

I’m only comforted by the fact that Harding’s biggest fan in the stands managed to spell her name wrong on his sign. “Tayna” fans of the world, attack your couches!

Oh crap. I forgot to vote. I’m an idiot.