Gimme a break... Anyone who trusts a product named Pirate's Booty to not increase the size of their own booty is a complete idiot. Sure, I obsess over fat content as well, but there's something to be said for healthy consumer cynicism and mistrust -- anything labelled as snackfood is probably not going to help you lose weight. Consumers rights, my big fat ass.

Tonight's proof that I am allergic to work functions - I had full intention of going to a friends going-away party at work. She was a long time collegue in another department, made a point of inviting me, it was on the hill, a friday night - I figured a drink wouldn't hurt. Ok - so, I go into the Elysian and automatically I was thrown off. It turned into a resteraunt. Worse yet, the group was a size of 20 people or so. One too many to be social and tell yr departing coworker goodbye, one too few to blend into a group of people. Just wasn't feeling the be-there, be-cool, hang out w/my Ama-homies. So - I did the "can't see them. hmmm I wonder where they are..." and turned around and left. I feel shitty - esp. if anyone noticed. I was deliberately not joining the reindeer games. Am I bad person? Am I not giving them a chance? I don't know. One thing I do know, I usually require alot of alcohol in tandem w/work functions and I've recently decided to not partake in boozing it up.

And speaking of products that impress, can I just say how much I love this Clock!?!

This will be HUGE in Japan, I bet, since they have such a culture around cellphones as it is. They've everything from Vuitton carrying cases to special light-up antennae, some with special characters. Cell use has become bigger than the internet, and in some cases, might replace it (ok - my prediction, so don't quote me). In the US, we tend to be more utilitarian about our phones. The text feature hasn't caught on yet, even though our phones can do this. I think it's because no one has the patience to zip through the alphabet and spell out a simple message - it's easier to call. The Japanese, when in public places, consider public conversation on cellphones rude - so they rely on text messaging to discreetly communicate with friends, family and associates.

...and who has reascended onto the rock stage, but my own fave performance art heroine Ann freakin Magnuson!!! She's touring with her band/show "Rave Mom" in several unnannounced shows in Brooklyn (you can see photos/review at this blog from another Ann Magnuson/Bongwater devotee, including a playlist) Ahhh, Ann - we heart you so! She's been the acolyte of rock culture and the pop subconscious for nearly 3 decades, so I've always thought they ought to give her her own news program. Like a morning news program - where she hosts news about the world, but often it turns into a song where she sings about dreams we might have all had about David Bowie...
Of course, I also suggested to Momus on a BB that he team up with her and form a very avant gaurd Johnny Cash / June Carter kinda duo.

Nix the blender bender - folks are busy that night. However - it turns out Brent is coming up next week, so the Old Man and his smell have got to go in any case. Instead, I need the smell of moutain air and freshly baked pies... a clean floor. Is that too much to ask?
In any case, I managed to survive yet another reorg at work. I won't get into it (for those of you ex-zonians out there) - but needless to say, it's actually good timing as my savings has dwindled enough to where I can't afford retirement. Nope, I'm sticking around for the old-fashioned reason that there's bills to pay... In fact, I've taken to operating on a strict cash basis (as in using it when I've got it and not charging it when I don't). So, I'm a wage slave yet again! (How very 80's/early 90's)....

I want to have a small get together in my studio - but the place is still a mess, and the untimely "old man smell" due to cooking fish and chicken for the last three nights will require me to air this place out for a week. Maybe I'll push it to next weekend...

I'm barely awake this morning. I should be making overatures of getting to work at a decent hour, but I'm running into an inertia... something about today that's lacking a script, a plot, a series of events to get me through the day and feel a sense of accomplishment.
I am sooo sore from my workout last night. And tired. Gawd, I think I am coming down with something...
In any case, a strange story that's a possible first, The city of Rio is taking the Simpsons to court... Guess you can sue irony afterall...

...Was sitting amidst the monday Chaos, when this came across my inbox - Meowmail: Online cat community with free email for felines ... I am always fascinated by the length people will go to personify their pets, especially if it's something as wacky as the web. Check out the "Human Disclaimer"... The whole tongue-in-cheek thing about this and other terribly trite animal related spoofs will of course be the only thing that will last and we'll be portrayed as a simple, religious folk who worshipped Garfield. Diet is a four letter word.