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Things that fat bastard Santa WON'T be bringing me this year or ever.

Sony HD Camera (PMW-EX1). Sony + High Def + Mpeg4 + solid state Flash media + big, clear glass = sweet... a measly 7 grand.
A Harryproa to sail around thw world. Arrrrr!
An Eclipse 500 jet. The best 2 million you'll spend (other than maybe a 5-month binge on Hookers and Blow.)
A Nomad 1000 luxury submarine. (If you have to ask the price, you're better off going the Hookers and Blow route.)
a Big Ass Copper Still.

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In The Colosseum, men would battle one other to the death. All to entertain the rabble.

Today we call that barbaric.

Eleven Americans were killed this week in Afghanistan and Iraq.

Eleven... eleven indiviuals. Eleven soldiers.

Eleven people who walked open-eyed into an adventure which they knew could kill them.

What else happened this (and EVERY) week?

Depending on who's numbers you believe, somewhere between 70 and 1000 people in America died of obesity.

Over 1000 good folk who enjoyed "the tobacco" croaked out this week.

About 115 die in car accidents - every week. Like clockwork... for decades it has been that way.

Diabetes was a major or contributing factor in 190 to 600 or more deaths. Mmmmmmmmm.... Snicker-licious!

and next week - we do it all again... kill... kill... kill... kill... kill... kill... kill...

Sugar... Cars.... fast food... cigarettes.

Ammerrrrrica, fuck yeah.

Let's bring back Gladiator combat.

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I been told I make people (women) fat.

Just being around me causes the pounds to pack on.

What can I say?

I like 'em thick 'n meaty.

Posted by A hunk a hunk o hot brown lusciuosness at 12:36 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

or The Falling Rise of my Left Coast life

It could have been the scungy keyboard and mouse that I took from --MEDIA GIANT UNDISCLOSED-- for prototyping the new control system.

Maybe a depressed immune system, not from eating crap - i eat junk all the time. More from the dizzying low-grade stress that LA-LA-land induces in me.

But, yeah, I got this little bacterial-fungal something on my "Trackpad" finger.

Or as my brother would call it, the "stink finger".

But I'm a lefty and the thing is on my right "stink" finger. Oh well, ointments are in place doing their ointment-y thing.

I just don't seem to mesh well here anymore. Well, I never really meshed well here ever.

The People, the Culture, the Land?
Me? Family?
I don't know. Probably all of the above.

Or as the Jaded Guy says, "It's all in your perception."
Or as Chimpy sez, "It's an Energy/Energetic thing..."
and then she'd go on about Air and Water and Earth and whatever.

They're all correct, of course.

Ang and I watched Yellow Submarine last night. Rather: fell asleep to Yellow Submarine, which is almost always the case.

Very "Rain Man" of us. Got the Plank Server from next door: surgically removing the WiFi-DSL stuff, un-mounting the big piece o' plywood from the wall. Took it next door.

It was pleasantly easy re-configuring it to spit valid NTSC video out the S-vid spigot. Just a few changes in the BIOS setup and it was good to go.

(A marked contrast to the obsolescent-touchscreen-driver pain I experienced earlier this week at --MEDIA GIANT UNDISCLOSED-- .)

Painles Ubuntu voodoo. the "Dapper Dan" version makes a perfect Media platform on mini-ITX boards.

Yeah... Yellow Submarine. It's been waaay too long without the magic of Pepper Land.

"It's all in the mind"

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America... Fuck Yeah!

what Candy-like Goodness you have.

A 24" iMac and that glossy, super-high contrast screen with it's Black-y blacks and white-y whites.

Surely we "need" that. So that we can give some older machinery away to those who need it.

You know: keep everything "in flow"... it helps The Universe.

That's what my Yoga-Pilates fire-Poi shaman pet-psychic chainsaw-juggling teacher told me. So it must be true.

or just a Mac Mini to hook into the video projector. The better to enjoy Home Cinema... and everyone needs a nine-foot-wide screen to surf the internet and answer their email.

Right?

Surely I'm nowhere near as decadent as Caesar... it's for Productivity Enhancement too, not just entertainment.

Oh... but one of those little ghetto-licious pimpy 38 snubbies from Taurus would be super fabulous.

God wants this for me. I can't refuse God.

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What do I want Santa to bring me?

The previously mentioned mini beer tapper would be cool.

but over 200 clams for a mini-cornucopia of delicious beer-y goodness... that offends my Quaker sensibilities.

One of them TINY little EEE PC Linux laptops from Asus.

400 Samoleans... You know how many hamburgers that is?

The ability to "print" my own computer-designed parts in glorious 3-Dimensional plastic would so kick ass.

The cheap "home" version has dropped from $15K down to $5K.

I'll buy in when they drop below $2K in a few years.

oh, that bike. SuperAwesome.

Deeply discounted down to $7K. Perhaps I'll get it myself when I'm able.

yep. Going the wrong way in price here. I'm so high maintenance.

I'll settle for a warm body and a cold beer.

Posted by A hunk a hunk o hot brown lusciuosness at 09:19 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

i don't fuckin know

i do love this little thing here:

but that's just a machine.

i love Mollie.

but that subject deserves at least a few hundred pages to cover it

and i love my laziness too much to go there.

but i do love her

so damn much it sometimes scares the hell out of me.

and i don't usually scare so easily.

funny how that shit works.

i'll let it stay a mystery to me. i've already done a good 3 lifetimes of over-thinking.

god i love her so fuckin much.

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i hate/love how things can change in an instant.

i remember how my childhood was shattered/re-formed the first day i went to kindergarten

and the 2nd day, and the 3rd day.

by day 4 or 5, the universe re-formed.

by day 6, i was a completely different person.

I had a strange aphasia - perceptual shear last night. Sitting there, a first beer freshly opened, Angela telling a story. Everything felt unreal, a sort of out-of-body experience.

the feeling hung there for a bit, then drifted away.

i was just sitting on a Barcalounger-type chair, but it was like passing through a gateway.

some magic was afoot. what it was, i don't know.

yeah. "difference" is good. Contrast, variety.

things shaking loose, subtly, almost invisible.

in other areas of my life, i can feel my past stupidity catching up to me.

we'll see what happens.

Dear Diary "Hi how's it goin'?"

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on the cusp of some work/design-related breakthrough.

i can feel it.

more info has to soak in. Physical limitations: under a certain height, ergonomic considerations, work-flow, etc.

but to dream. again. out loud. finding that through-line

sometime tomorrow, something will crystallize. Functional sculpture. As fun as non-functional sculpture. An ongoing experiment in melted metal, wires, lights, executable code, hacking and jiving. something more perfect, something inspiring.

something wonderful

yeah. i can feel it coming.

it's good.

Mollie's coming. Two weeks.

sweet.

I saw Angela today. It's good to be around Ang. Even when she's not being extreme; backstage with the footlights off. Her stories sooth; the words and the sounds.

i like beer

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if I was in New York, I would be waking up to the first snow

I would be with Mollie.

Instead I'm in L.A. to do some work. I have to keep telling myself that I'm doing this for us. That the minefields of anxiety and depression here - the uncontrolled energy fields of others - don't have to influence me so deeply.

But I am here - she is there.

I have to tell myself that this short spell will buy us time together: vast spans to work and play and be together.

But for the moment - she is there and I am here.

I like how when we're together I don't have to talk. And how that's totally okay. and no one has to say or not say it's okay. It just is.

I like how she can be 110% in to buying an old plain, funky antique hutch while on a visit to her Mom's area...

Then, weeks later, get buyer's remorse - saying it "looks too country"

Then, after she arranges it nice in the kitchen, liking it again. Thinks it's the most perfect thing.

Here I am in Los Angeles and all I can do is think about is her

and motorcycles. I think about a lot about motorcycles too.

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