exhaustion
2001.11.30 1.32
Tired. Busiest week I've had in a while at work. Two more weeks and it's vacation time. Expect my site updates to surge. Stopped by Best Buy on the way to the airport to try to cheer myself up. Bought ''Sex in the City: The Second Season'' and the ''Britney Spears Complete Videos Collection.'' I figure I'll be able to watch each at least 30 or 40 times each. Investments are good.
I have not danced at all this year, if I remember correctly. A really good night of dancing in my past has included hanging out with friends at Number's Night Club, enjoying a frosty Heinken or a gooey Alien Secretion or a tart Rum Punch or even the cheapy 25 cent draft beer they serve before 11 PM. My plane lands at 10:57 PM in Houston, although I doubt I will be up to clubbing once I am done doing The Airport Thing. I do plan to attend the New Year's ball this year at Number's if possible. Last year's party at Pike & Adam's was memorable, although I want more. Specifically what I mean by more is... they have a balloon drop at midnight. Some of the balloons are filled with money. Money=goodness. Nothing better than being paid to make an ass of yourself as you hop up in the air above all the short goth people and wildly grasp at inflated latex filled with coin.
Back. Had to stop typing. Some dude sat next to me and started spying on my screen! Doesn't he know what I type here is top secret and never to be revealed never ever ever? Instead of sitting at the Philly Airport terminal where I started this entry, I am now climbing toward a cruising altitude of 35,000 feet after leaving my brief layover in Atlanta. Next time that happens I plan to start typing total B.S. in to see if I can get a reaction. Maybe I'll pretend that I'm really from another planet and my plan has been going remarkably well. Hmmm. Well, wait a minute, that would actually be true.
I need my hair chopped off this weekend. I now see the advantage in the all bald look. Too bad my head is so huge. I'd look like a Talosian if I went bare headed. All you Trekkies know what I'm talkin' bout. I know they have Rogaine and other fine hair growth products on the market, but maybe it's time for No Grow or Hair Just Right to go on sale. If you could get the perfect haircut and then stop your hair from growing anymore, that would totally rock. Unless, of course, if your hair starts to degrade after not growing for 10 years. That part would certainly suck. Bleah. See? This is why we need clones. To test my jacked up hair growth stopping remedies.
The loss of George Harrison of course leaves us with only two of the original Beatles. I doubt Paul and Ringo will ever try to
form the group again now that they've been reduced to 50% power. I will miss George and this puts a serious dent in my
plans to see each of them separately perform. Guess I will have to step up and catch Paul and Ringo before they leave.
Yeah, I know. Depressing entry. Bleah. I actually dreamt of a new layout style for this site. If I can scrounge together the free time for it this weekend, you will see some navigation improvements as well as the return of The Ex-Files section with more detailed analysis of why I'm still single at 32. I also plan to import my ''Back to the Future 4'' parody again using my FireWire, A.K.A. iLink, A.K.A. IE1394 port. Technology kicks ass. This will have to be cleverly balanced with my completing the long overdue Mark Wahlber Fan Club section that I am coding for free. I spoke with Jim Wahlberg, Mark's bro, on Wednesday. He runs the Mark Wahlberg Youth Foundation and has somebody from Nerve Break something or other (a competing web vendor of my company, I'm sure) doing some web pages to promote the foundation. The Nerve people are supposed to get in touch with me, but have never tried. I may have to track them down myself. I have some ideas about how Jimbo can combine Mark's fanclub with the foundation, but I'm keeping my lips sealed til' I can talk to them again.
Talked to the mystery girl that deleted her AOL website after we talked. She was not pleased by my commentary. Apparently she just deleted her site because she didn't want it there. I admitted that I thought she was hitting on me. She told me she gets misread all the time. I told her flat out that I was going to hit on her from now on. There is no escape from The Super Genius Love Machine. And just as soon as I figure out exactly what the Super Genius Love Machine is, I'll tell you all about it. Maybe.
 February 25, 1943 - November 29, 2001 God Bless George Harrison. You will be missed. |
Thanksgiving came and went. Ate dead turkey at the parent's. After the big meal I crashed on one of their couches. One of them smells like chihuahua pee. Didn't sleep on that. Not planning to return there for a nap again.
Finished about 99% of all renovations on the kitchen. Still need to install light fixture and paint the recessed lighting thing. The other end of the kitchen needs tiling and some TLC. I call it The Ugly Side. Next step is getting siding for the house. Last steps include glass patio, hot tub, LCD projector and Oompa Loompa room up in the attic. Lots of space up there getting wasted. Might as well turn it into a room. Considering installing a hatch on the outside of the house to get into the attic room. Wondering if anyone has ever made their house look like a pirate ship. Wondering how quickly roommate will be scared away when I convert exterior of house into aforementioned pirate ship.
These are pictures I took in New York City on September 16th 2001. I haven't posted them until now mostly because I haven't had anything else to procrastinate over (other than installing aforementioned light fixtures for my roommate). Enjoy this brief glimpse into the city that never sleeps.
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t'ain't it love
2001.11.19 1.38
I sh*t you not. I received this email just moments ago:Follower of The Antichrist,
Craving a little taste of some fresh meat? Marilyn Manson has chosen to cover Soft Cell's 1982 new wave classic, "Tainted Love," for the upcoming film "Not Another Teen Movie." The soundtrack for this movie will be released on December 4, 2001, but you can pre-order it right here. Be one of the first to own this heavy soundtrack which features the Manson song as the opening track. To pre-order this soundtrack and check out the full line up of artists that contributed to it Click Here.
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Sweet Dreams
The Dope Show
You've got to hand it to them, it is amazing the way they've combined saavy marketing with perpetuating the Manson persona. As I have said in many entries before, he is extremely talented and a musical prodigy. His persona, however, is what you make of it. Whenever you hear Marilyn Manson speak publicly he is always clear, concise and intelligent. His music, however, is artistry, so a lot of people will wind up getting his creativity mixed up with who he is. You know, like Al Gore.
This girl IM'ed me yesterday and we talked briefly. I looked up her website on AOL and she seemed taken aback that I'd found it. My life is an open book, but apparently hers is not. After what seemed like a few minutes of promising chat, she quickly excused herself. Her AOL website promptly vanished soonafter. What is up with that? Being the ever vigilant researcher boy that I am, I looked up her first name at her college website. Only two people had her name, and she did not claim either one. I suspect that I actually did guess her name... and that my sudden ability to dig up information about her ruined the element of anonymity she was hoping to charm me with (or whatever). Bleah. People.
This guy uses LEGO robots and color recognition software to solve a Rubik's Cube! Now if I could only use LEGO robots to wash my car... then I'd have something.
who is this phil harmonic guy?
2001.11.15 1.39
Amazing week. Plane crashed in Queens. Christian workers held in Afghanistan were freed. My company stopped 401K matching benefits, Hertz upgraded me to a kick ass New Jersey green Ford Mustang for *free* and I'm starting my Thanksgiving vacation today. So, some good, some bad. I got an email from my wise friend Jason who told me I should shave my face ASAP. Having facial hair purposely makes it harder to find a girl due to the quirks of preference. I've resolved not to grow anything beyond my usual John Cusack 3-day growth. The goatee went out in 1996, apparently, and everyone who has one is married. I should have noticed that. Oh, Jason also informs me that most of my journals have to do with my finding a girlfriend. True. To make amends, I'll be sure to squeeze in more references to sex, violence and rock n' roll from now on.Now that the company doesn't match 401K benefits, I am considering ways to tide my finances over in the inteirm. The smartest woman on earth (my roommate) informs me that one can get their direct deposit placed into multiple accounts. Choices like putting some money into a savings account or into any number of accounts are possible. An e*trade account, maybe? I haven't had much success with the stock market. It kicked my 401K's value in the ass this past year, losing 30% of its size. An unnamed source in my HR department was saying, ''You should keep your money where it is cause everything is in it for the long run.'' Riiiight. I switched to Government Securities recently which have been relatively untouched by the decline this past year. I think they only lost .5% on September 11th and even then it went right back up and started to profit only a few days later. I know what you're thinking. ''Mark, what about the sex and the violence?'' Okay, okay. I'll think of something.
I was recently moved into this wide open workspace along with the rest of my coworkers in order to expedite our finding each other and getting things done. It worked! In the past I've worked with clients who tried something similar: isolating key business personnel out in a converted grocery store in northwest Houston. It didn't work. The point of that project was doomed from the start, unfortunately. I can't be specific about it due to confidentiality agreements, but with the project we are doing in Philly is turning out to be an ideal arrangement. I was in a vacuum before. Now I can see every dang person I know by turning my head 50 degrees. I think we've done as much today as we've done all of last week combined. I think this same technique could possibly be applied to other projects. Lawn care, for example. I think if everyone were to coordinate mowing their lawns at the same time, there would be less trouble dealing with the blow-by grass and junk that gets stuck in the gutter in front of my house. How about if everyone on the freeway were to drive bumper to bumper and equally distribute the weight of all cars together. We'd get where we were going lots faster and I'm sure we'd save gas. I'm sure we'd also careen into the side of the freeway ramp and die a bloody death. Okay, so not all of my ideas are winners. At least I covered the violence part of my quota. Come back tomorrow for the rest.
i think i'm paranoid
2001.11.09 1.40
 Senior Chief Commanding Officer Chris DiLeo ponders his next executive empowered decision: Bud? Or Bud Lite? |
Okay. New subject: Sleep dentistry. What the hell is this? They knock you out on your ass and then fill your cavities. What kind of a wimp has to have this done to them? I know the experience isn't a fun one. I myself must have some fillings redone as well as getting my first cap this December. I asked about getting white fillings and my dentist told me flat out that they don't last very long. He was pushing them in 1993, but now in 2001 he knows better. Nice guy. Dr. Bennet Hanson, if you want a good dentist in Houston. I will also finally get my first whitening kit from the dentist. My natural tooth color is not appealing to me and I'm ready to enter The Vanna White zone. So, anyway, sleep dentistry. I heard an ad for this on the radio while driving into Center City (what they call Downtown in Philadelphia). Every little borrough or neighborhood has their own name. It gets confusing sometimes. Man, am I not able to concentrate on the subject or what? Okay, so the dentist gives you a pill and you're out. The ad made a big deal about it being a pill. However, they also used the notion that having an uncontrollable gag reflex might be a good reason to use sleep dentistry. Do you think gag reflex people will be able to swallow a big horse pill? Heather Miller, a friend from high school (and a total hottie that I wish would have jumped me), was not able to swallow big pills. Heather, if you are reading this, give me a call. I have some swallowing lessons that I'd like to give you.
Okay, so this is going to be an x-rated journal entry. I see. How inappropriate since I have been finding friends on Philly Matchmaker. Someone wrote me and told me I shouldn't have to get on Matchmaker to meet people. I agree. But where? I met a really sweet girl through my Single CoWorker friend although I have been TERRIBLE at sending emails, so I am probably in the doghouse. This week has been mostly me sleeping, working, sleeping, working. I have been extremely productive, however. Goofing off by myself at the mall is still a major drag. I know, I know. ''Wah wah. I'm all alone. Wah, wah. Feel sorry for me. Wah, wah. That's not a flashlight in my pocket.''
Another stupid ad I heard on the radio recently was this Name a Star registry. You pay these geniuses $48 and you get to name a star. Is this official? I seriously doubt it. It would be funny if it was. If I could do it, I would name my star Butt Monkey Hoocharama. Either that or something equally offensive. I am sure little kids living on planet SuperMark would look up at the sky and marvel at the beauty of Butt Monkey Hoocharama as it sets and night falls across the land. Oh, yeah, I get to name the planets, too, dammit... I named the star after all, so why do I have to stop there?
I am drinking tomato juice with a lime in it. It is tasty. Right now I'm flying on a Boeing 767-300 to my layover in Atlanta. This is a huge f'ing plane with 2 seats, an aisle, 3 seats, another. aisle, and two more seats. I am sitting in row 45, okay? Take off was fun, like being on an amusement park ride. AirTran flies smaller Boeing 717s and their take off feels more like a kiddy ride at the zoo. I have some things I still need to post. Here, I'll do that right now. Below are photos of my friend Dawn and I when she was visiting in July. I owe her a copy of them on CD, so hopefully this will smooth over my slow to burn a CD ass. To summarize, we start with the airport parking lady's fingernails which I thought looked so cool that I had to take a picture. Next was our day to visit Independence Hall and The Libery Bell. We spent time at The City Pub or whatever you call it. Next was on to South street for some tasty pizza. Dawn decided this was a good time as any to get a tattoo. I think it turned out very nicely. The next day we visited the Philadelphia Museum of Fine Arts and topped the day off with a trip to an old prison that was being restored. I have videos for you to watch and enjoy. We end everything with post-Madonna concert photos. Madonna was awesome. Having 7th row tickets didn't hurt. Yay, Madonna. Okay. That's enough. Enjoy!
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i'll have the usual
2001.11.02 1.42
 Not understanding why she was being asked to tout an advertisment for cheap satellite TV, Amber Johnson (inset) looks directly at the sun as instructed. ''Gee, that stings!'' admitted Amber. How much am I getting paid for this? ''Shut up and smile!'' countered Nathan Frakes, her manager and agent. |
Back in Atlanta in the Check Out Seat. Need to take a picture of this vantage point somehow. Too many people walking by. I seem to be bonding with girls who have boyfriends for the last 15 minutes. As if to say, ''Yeah, I'm with him, but he sucks. You look interesting. However, I'm just walking by and I'll forget about you in 15 seconds.'' I'm pretty sure they are thinking all of that as they walk by. Either that or there's a five dollar bill or something interesting on the floor near me.
Get to spend a near grand total of 46 hours in H-Town. I could culture yogurt, that's so much time. In the end, I will try to recover from the flu shot I got on Wednesday night. Had to sit out of work on Thursday with flu-like symptoms. Considered calling the hotel lobby to tell them, ''Hey, I have flu-like symptoms. Please don't send anyone up to clean the room.'' Decided I wouldn't and just hung out the do not disturb sign which roughly translates to ''Hey Don't Come In Here!'' At one point there were people having extremely noisy sex in the rooms on my left and right. Must be some kind of punishment for being celibate. Not being celibate by choice, but apparently another person is necessary in order to not be celibate. Dammit.
This mom and daughter behind me started to diss George Clooney and I was ready to jump up and defend George. Decided against it since I've only met him in at parties and our total chat time doesn't exceed 10 minutes. I need to just go ahead and become a celebrity myself so I can get over the aura and mystique that accompanies meeting someone you've only seen on TV and in film. And speaking of film... I'm gonna go watch ''Monsters, Inc.'' tonight. The trailer for ''Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones'' is playing before ''Monsters'' and I am so totally there. I am giddy. Will report back on my reaction. Stay tuned..
Notice the subtle redesign on my site? Put some older sections on moratorium until they can be properly redesigned. Will bring up a new section to separate some of my Creations section. Any suggestions? Email me at
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I'm on the plane now. Dude with a mullet sitting in front of me is reclined as far as he possible can get. Considering typing really loud. Consider taking a picture of his mullet. Trying to figure out how I can get his head to keep slipping and bumping into the seat next to him. Bright read mirrored glasses adorn his skull. Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhh! I am creeped out. Filmed some Digital 8 video out the window of the plane just to see what it will look like. Been walking around with my camera for two weeks and so far the only thing I've taped are some friends at the office chatting and two minutes of zooming in and out of Atlanta while we were at 10,000 feet. Should have taped my reactions to the noisey hoo-haw going on in the rooms yesterday.
I'm going to stop now and attempt to write a comedy routine amidst the invasion of Mullet Man's greased up head. Eeew.