Journal Archive - April, 2007

argh.
grr.
argh.
do you know about the bush administrations abstinence program?
they've spent billions and billions of dollars promoting abstinence as the only way to prevent against std's and unwanted pregnancy.
2 problems with this:

1-abstinence programs just don't work. there's no evidence that officially promoted and sanctioned abstinence programs in any way prevent the spread of std's and unwanted pregnancies.

2-health agencies that get federal money are prevented from promoting programs that DO prevent the spread of std's and unwanted pregnancies(birth control, etc).

so the bush administration has been squandering billions of dollars and inadvertantly helping the spread of std's and unwanted pregnancies because the religious right have a misguided belief in abstinence programs.
again: abstinence programs DO. NOT. WORK.

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/28/opinion/28sat1.html

oh, there's another little issue here.
Randall L. Tobias is the bush administration official who has been overseeing the abstinence programs.
and last week it was revealed that randall tobias(in his 60's and married)has been visiting prostitutes for years.
the head of the bush administrations abstinence program has been having sex with hookers for years and years.

shouldn't there be a clause in the constitution that states 'when the executive branch has proven itself to be comprehensively inept and hypocritical and unethical, it shall be disbanded until competent executives can be found.'?

moby

ok, in the interest of being self-involvedly informative i'll tell you about a few things that i'm doing in the near future.
and no, i'm not so self-involved as to self-involvedly tell you about things such as:
'i'm going to eat breakfast and then i'm going to read a book'.
for the time being i'll self-involvedly leave out the truly mundane details of my existence.
instead i'll tell you about some of the professional and public things that i have coming up.
in list form. of course.

1-monday april 30th i'm performing(with my awesome and currently unnamed rock band) at a fundraiser for the wooster group at the box. john waters will be introducing us. and fischerspooner and some of the dfa guys are performing and dj'ing. should be a fun night.

2-saturday may 5th i'm dj'ing at studio b in brooklyn. i'll be playing awesome old rave tracks(you'll notice that i'm using 'awesome' a lot these days. it's an attempt to stay current. sad attempt, yes, but an attempt nonetheless. awesome.). bring your glow sticks but don't put your glow sticks in the ocean because apparently glow sticks in the ocean confuse turtles. really, it's true. i read it on the internet. again, it should be a fun night.

3-i'll be dj'ing in europe in may.
may 16th in cannes
may 17th in montpellier
may 18th in barcelona
may 19th in madrid

because i'm ignorant i don't have venue info for these european dj dates. but a little internet googling should provide you with the relevant details.

4-june 15th i'm dj'ing at nublu with kudu. there are a lot of 'u's in that sentence. june nublu kudu. it should be fun, as i love nublu and kudu.

5-at some point in june my awesome and currently unnamed rock band will be playing some shows around nyc. at present we neither know when or where, but when i know details i'll share them with you. i'm also hopeful that by the time we play out again we'll actually have a name. we were 'the little death' until we realized that there are about 5 other little deaths out there and, as we live in a litigatious culture, we opted to avoid lawsuits and refrain from naming ourselves 'the little death'.

ok, that's all from now.
thanks
moby

p.s-for years i was using the word 'litigious' until i realized that 'litigious' isn't actually a word. it's 'litigatious'. which is actually a word. personally i think it should be 'litigious', as it sounds nicer. maybe i'll extend the depths of my crazy to start writing letters to the o.e.d with word inclusion petitions.

the generalities:
a-it's bad for you(fat, hormones, causes cancer, antibiotics, pesticides, etc)
b-it's bad for the animals(have you ever been to a factory farm or a slaughterhouse?)
c-it's bad for the environment(animal production is responsible for 24% of greenhouse gas emissions according to the un, and animal production is the #1 cause of deforestation in the 3rd and developing world).
d-it's bad for our drinking water(animal production is the #1 cause of water pollution in the united states)
e-it's bad for workers(again, have you ever been to a factory farm or a slaughterhouse?)
and so on.
but i just read a report about arsenic being used in chicken feed in the u.s(it's a process that has long been banned in europe).
since the 40's and 50's chicken farmers in the u.s have been adding arsenic to their chicken feed.
so, if you're eating chicken or eggs you're also eating arsenic(to name just one of hundreds of toxic chemicals approved for animal production).
here's a quote:

"According to the Environmental Protection Agency, long-term exposure to inorganic arsenic can cause bladder, lung, skin, kidney, and colon cancer, as well as deleterious immunological, neurological, and endocrine effects. Low-level exposures can lead to partial paralysis and diabetes. "None of this was known in the 1950s when arsenicals were first approved for use in poultry," says Ellen K. Silbergeld, a toxicologist at Johns Hopkins University Bloomberg School of Public Health."

so i guess you have a simple choice: eat chicken and eggs and ingest arsenic, or, uh, don't.
oh, arsenic is also an additive in cigarette tobacco(along with lead and other toxic ingredients).
so if you really want to have an awesome arsenic party you could eat fried chicken while smoking cigarettes(maybe wrap the cigarettes in bacon beforehand. or dip them in nail polish remover. for that extra carcinogenic 'oomph').
the upside to this is that you'll be the center of attention when people come to visit you in the hospital when you're 445 years old and a minute away from dying after enduring a long and slow and painful battle with cancer.
and everyone likes to be the center of attention, even if it involves having cancer of the everything.
sorry for being so grim.
-moby

mea culpa, i'm sorry.
here's my excuse: i moved to a new apartment and i had internet there for a minute and then i didn't have internet there but now i do have internet there and that's why i'm writing but now i have to go to band practice and is this more information than you need to know and should i keep my personal stuff to myself and in any case i'm sorry i've been relatively absent as of late and i hope that you have a great weekend and i guess that's it and the george tenet book is really interesting because he basically states that dick cheney completely misled the country into war with iraq and i guess george tenet should know cos he was the head of the cia and so dick cheney should resign with gonzales and they can move to alaska and kill caribou and build unnecessary bridges ok.
have a good weekend, time for rock band practice.
moby

i wonder if at some point i'll become unable to write without involving lists?
eh, worse things could happen.
ok, to begin:

a-i started a band with my friends laura and daron and aaron, and we played our first show last night and it was really fun. we sound like fm radio circa 1970(led zeppelin meets janis joplin, etc). we might try to play again in may, and if we do i'll let you know when and where.

b-today is the first warm day of the year in nyc. it is nice. that is all.

c-politics. briefly: iraq is falling apart, even with the 'surge'. al gonzalez is falling apart, even with bush's support. i wonder if bush ever truly mourns the fact that nothing he's done or is doing is working out and that no one takes him seriously or accords him any respect, not even republicans?

d-everyone's out on their terraces/roofs/balconies and they're all barbecueing or cooking something, so my apartment smells like some odd mix of fish-beef-corn-hotdogs-etc. i like having my windows open, but it's really stinky.

e-our band doesn't currently have a name. we want to call ourselves 'the little death', but that name might already be taken. we'll see.

f-did i mention that i started a band with my friends and that i really like it and i think it's really good and it's really fun? oh, that's right, i did.

g-my downtown nyc neighborhood is always like mardi-gras/spring-break on saturday nights, but as this is the first warm saturday night of the year i think it's going to be like mardi-gras meets spring-break meets carnivale meets boston red sox win the world series meets v-e day. so i might try to sleep uptown where it's quiet.
or quiet-er.

h-i think it would be great if someone built a time machine. i mean, really, is that too much to ask? just a simple time machine? and why not invent legal drugs that are fun and good for you and non addictive? i'm just sayin'. these things would be good.

i-ok, time for dinner. i hope you have a nice weekend. or had a nice weekend. or are having a nice weekend. or will have a nice weekend. i think that i've covered all my bases, tense-wise.

-moby

2 days ago a student at virginia tech used automatic weapons to kill 32 people.
it's a terrible, terrible tragedy, and utterly heartbreaking.
the victims were all innocent, and to be arbitrarily killed in such a violent way is tragic beyond words.
to add insult to tragedy the white house immediately politicized the event.
the white house response was to say that the president still believes in the 2nd amendment, the right of people to bear arms.
are you fucking kidding me??
32 people needlessly slaughtered and the white house's response is to suck up to the nra?
now the white house is backtracking and saying that gun control debates should wait until after a period of mourning.
now they're saying this?
the shooting had barely ended and the white house was already politicizing this, and in the most despicable way.
if you're going to politicize a tragic and senseless massacre you might start by looking at the simple fact: guns kill people.
if the shooter had been armed with a stick or a baseball bat you'd be looking at 1 or 2 injured people in the infirmary.
instead there are 32 innocent victims, all because a state like virginia has no restrictions on the purchase of automatic weapons by people over the age of 18.
when will someone finally stand up to the nra and pass some sensible gun control legislation?
how in the world can anyone justify a private citizen needing to have access to automatic weapons and armor piercing bullets?
i'm terribly saddened by the deaths of 32 innocent people at virginia tech. and my sincere hope
is that politicians will develop the courage and will to pass gun control legislation so that future tragedies like this might be averted.
moby

my friend lisa bloom wrote this a few years ago.
i think it warrants re-reading.
moby

Bullet Points

Thirty thousand people lose their lives to gun violence in the United
States each year. People like 81 year old Dr. Joseph Dillard, a gun
collector himself, who came home from running errands one afternoon,
surprised a burglar, and was killed. We're currently covering his trial
on Court TV News. Or teacher Barry Grunow, shot and killed by his 13
year old student, Nathaniel Brazill, who got angry and got his
granddad's gun from a dresser drawer and took it to school one day.

The U.S. Department of Justice estimates that 33-40% of American
households own guns, and surely most gun owners choose them for
protection. Yet the facts belie this belief. A gun kept in the home is
22 times more likely to be used in an unintentional shooting, a
homicide, or a suicide, than in self defense. In homes with guns, the
Journal of the American Medical Association reports, they are used
defensively in less than 2% of home invasions.

These statistics are widely known, and have been for decades. I can
remember gun control being debated as one of the great social issues of
the '70s and '80s, along with smoking bans, sexual harassment laws, and
environmental protection. Decades later, cigarettes are outlawed in
nearly every indoor space, sexual harassment is patently illegal, and
most Americans insist on clean air and clean water.

Whatever happened to gun control?

Is it the Second Amendment? Were gun control laws found to be
unconstitutional?

No, that never happened. Ever. The Second Amendment's oddly
ungrammatical language, "A well regulated Militia, being necessary to
the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear
Arms, shall not be infringed," has been repeatedly interpreted by the
U.S. Supreme Court and many lower courts as protecting gun ownership
only in connection with militias. Here is exactly what the Supreme
Court said on the subject, in 1939 and again in 1980: "the Second
Amendment guarantees no right to keep and bear a firearm that does not
have some reasonable relationship to the preservation or efficiency of a
well regulated militia."

As former Chief Justice Warren Burger said, "[The Second Amendment] has
been the subject of one of the greatest pieces of fraud, repeat the word
'fraud,' on the American public by special interest groups that I have
ever seen in my lifetime."

So, it's not our constitution's fault, I am pleased to report, because I
rather like our founding legal document, once we saw fit to amend it to
abolish slavery and give nonwhites and women the right to vote. As it
stands, other the glaring omission of an Equal Rights Amendment, it's an
impressive document, what with limiting the power of presidents and
insisting on fair trials, freedom of speech and religion and protecting
everyone's right to privacy.

No, the reason why children and lunatics and angry spouses can so
readily get their hands on guns in America is because the political will
to get rid of guns seems to have fizzled out. Surely the NRA is not
more powerful than Big Tobacco, and Americans sick of cancer deaths have
largely prevailed in that fight. (My kids are amazed to learn that
those underground, funky-looking antismoking ads are funded by cigarette
companies as part of lawsuit settlements. I never thought I'd see the
day, but it is here.)

I always think of the Beatles. A crazed fan went after John Lennon in
the gun-toting United States, and shot and killed him. A crazed fan
went after George Harrison in gun-controlled Great Britain, and stabbed
him with a knife. George Harrison fought off his attacker and survived.

It really is that simple. Without a gun culture and with strict firearm
control laws - even Britain's Olympic shooting team must train outside
the country - Britain has one of the lowest homicide rates in the world.
Its population of more than 60 million suffers less than 1.3 homicides
per 100,000 residents. By comparison, in 2000, police in the United
States reported 5.5 homicides for every 100,000 population.

In the last few years, New York City has gotten the delightful news that
our murder rate has declined dramatically due to better policing. Yet
it's still eight times that of London, a city comparable in size and
culture.

Last Easter Sunday, here in New York City, two men stared each other
down. One ran inside, grabbed his handy 9mm pistol, and fired at the
other, killing a nearby two-year-old toddler strapped into his car seat
for protection. And I had to check the facts before writing that
sentence, to make sure I got the right recent toddler shooting death in
my city. I wouldn't want to confuse it with, for example, the three
year old girl in Brooklyn who was just accidentally shot and killed by a
drunken family member. Brother John Losasso said to 200 mourners at the
former's funeral, "God is sick and tired of our weapons. He's sick and
tired of our guns and our foolishness."

I wouldn't claim God is on my side, just reason and statistics. Just
like decreasing smoking decreases cancer deaths, decreasing guns
decreases homicides. Sure, there will still be cancer from other
sources, and murderers will sometimes find other ways to kill, but
cutting down on the most efficient death delivery systems necessarily
means significantly fewer grieving mothers at heartbreaking funerals,
not to mention smaller numbers of people locked up for life, reduced
costs for police, the criminal justice system, hospitals and emergency
medical care.

Why did we give up on gun control?

-Lisa Bloom, esq.

ok, this is adorable:
a will ferrel home movie from last summer.
moby

http://funnyordie.com

isn't it odd that the last year has seen so many public figures 'outed' as racists and anti-semites?
mel gibson, what's his name from seinfeld, don imus, etc.
here's my list of what's surprising about the year of racism:

a-that these people are so comfortable with their racism/anti-semitism that they seemingly have no compunction about spouting racist or anti-semitic invectives in public. that's just bizarre.

b-that the hundreds of other public figure racists(bill o'reilly, rush limbaugh, etc)haven't been outed and boycotted yet. they've said things about african americans and latinos that make don imus look like a liberal teacher at vassar.

c-that some kinds of hate speech(anti black, anti jew)are deemed unacceptable, but other types of hate speech(anti gay, anti arab, anti latino, etc)don't seem to upset anyone. that's a weird double standard, no? shouldn't all hate speech be deemed equally offensive, regardless of the lobbying power and media-savvy of the demographic being offended?

d-personally i believe in free speech, even if it's offensive. people should have to live with the consequences of their words and actions, but they should never be prevented from being able to express themselves however they so choose(our happy little constitution kind of guarantees all american's this right). one of the great things about public figures spouting racist or anti-semitic epithets in public is that it reminds people that racism and anti-semism are still with us. a lot of people in the liberal bubble(like where i live, manhattan)forget that many americans still harbor deep and pernicious prejudices.

e-what's really odd about hate speech is that it's usually directed towards people with whom the speaker has had limited or no contact. i remember meeting a friends grandfather who was a virulent anti-semite. the only problem(well, apart from the fact that anti-semitism and all forms of prejudice are absurd and offensive)was that he had never actually met a jew. he had spent his entire life on a farm in kentucky, but yet he was somehow convinced that the jews were responsible for everything wrong with the world. isn't it odd to have strong emotional opinions about things that you've never actually(or rarely) had contact with?

f-ok, i love lists. that's my list for today. have a good weekend. oh, to sum up, just in case anyone has misinterpreted me:
racism: bad
prejudice: bad
free speech: good

-moby

does anyone else remember bradlee's?
does bradlee's still exist?
ok, to reminisce, bradlee's was kind of a down-market caldor's.
wait, does caldor's still exist?
well, suffice it to say that caldor's(especially when i was 8 years old)wasn't particularly fancy.
and bradlee's was, to be honest, the poor relation to caldor's.
if caldor's lived on the bad side of the tracks then bradlee's lived in the pj's.
and not the pj's with grass, but the pj's with dirt yards and broken swingsets.
and bradlee's was where i spent a significant(in terms of time and emotional development...)portion of my childhood.
bradlee's was where you went shopping with your mom if you and your mom were on welfare and needed to buy, say, back to school clothes.
or shoes. or discount generic shampoo.
and the goal at bradlee's was 3-fold.
fold 1-make sure that no one you knew saw you going in or out of bradlee's.
one time i was back to school shopping with my mom at bradlee's and i saw some of the normal kids exercising their new-found quasi autonomy and upon seeing them i promptly hid in one of those circular metal clothing racks until i was sure that they had gone elsewhere).
fold 2-find the things in bradlee's that didn't look like they had come from bradlee's.
like a $5 pair of sneakers with 4 stripes that from a distance looked like adidas.
or a jacket that somehow didn't smell like government cheese.
and so on.
fold 3-find people at bradlee's who were poorer/worse off than you.
see, if you want REAL class consciousness just spend some time with people below the poverty line(and yes, i spent the first 26 years of my life far, far, far below the poverty line,
so i know of what i speak).
you'd think that there'd be some solidarity below the poverty line, but oh-no, it's vicious. there's a surfeit of 'well, we're poor, but they're POOR'. unfortunately i was usually in the POOR camp of poor. like when we lived in stratford connecticut. see, i knew blue-collar families where the husband was out of work and the mother was working part-time at a convenience store and they still felt sorry for my mom and me.
that's poor. and in some ways being really really poor is altruistic, cos invariably you make everyone feel pretty good about their own circumstances.
one hallmark of being poor is learning to never ask for anything. or to ask cautiously and surreptitiously and diplomatically and indirectly. like suppose you're walking by the hot-dog counter at bradlee's, you'd never ask: 'hey, can i get a hot dog??' instead you'd just kind of walk a little bit slower and maybe give long and loving looks at the hot dog counter in the hopes that maybe the fickle gods of government money would indirectly bless you with a hot dog through the limited fiduciary benevolence of your mom.
although it usually ended up that a bradlee's hot dog was off limits. which really is/was probably for the best.
bradlee's hot dogs were probably made out of the things that the caldor's hot dog makers threw away.
and the caldor's hot dogs were probably made out of the things that the supermarket hot dog makers threw away.
and we all know that supermarket hot dogs are made out of rats.
or leprous dogs.
so we've established that the bradlee's hot dogs were pretty low on the edible-food-chain, probably somewhere between cardboard and bleach.
i wonder if there's a chain store that occupies the unique place that had been previously occupied by bradlee's?
i'm going to go to trusty wikipedia and have a look.
ok, now i know.
bradlee's went out of business in 2000.
but apparently before going out of business they launched a web-station to encourage interweb traffic on the electronic super high way.
here's a gem:

http://web.archive.org/web/19980423210142/www.bradlees.com/html/why.html

another site(with a picture of the bradlee's at 'the dock' in stratford, connecticut((my home when i was 9 & 10)) i think i'm going to have nightmares tonight...'no, please mom, not bradlee's, no bradlee's, please, i'll be good.'):

http://thecaldorrainbow.blogspot.com/2007/02/retail-profile-bradlees.htm...

-moby

just got back from toronto.
where it was cold.
and dj'ing was fun.
in other news: yesterday a pentagon report stated once and for all that there never was a substantive relationship between iraq and al qaeda.
of course we're all well informed, and we've known this for years, right?
but yesterday dick cheney was on rush limbaugh's show and the vice president stated again that there was a relationship between iraq and al qaeda.
he's been saying this for years, even as everyone else in the administration has backed away from this claim.
and on the very day that the pentagon releases a report saying that there absolutely never ever ever was a relationship between iraq and al qaeda dick cheney goes out in public and says that there was.
as an aside: i live in lower manhattan.
although manhattan is absurdly gentrified at this point, we still have a surfeit of homeless people.
some of these homeless people are homeless because they suffer from delusional schizophrenia.
you might have seen a caricature of a delusional schizophrenic on the simpsons a few years ago when the simpsons went to nyc.
lisa was talking to a homeless man who asked her to write to him.
he gave his address as 'jesus, care of the pentagon'.
we laugh because:
a-this man is most likely not jesus
and
b-he most likely doesn't live at the pentagon.
so: humor.
but not all delusional schizophrenics are funny. many of them endure great suffering and can only lead productive lives with the help of therapy and medication.
and some of them are from wyoming and end up being the vice president of the united states.
i mean, really?
dick cheney stating in public that iraq and al qaeda were linked pre 9-11?
when EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON THE PLANET INCLUDING EVERYONE IN HIS OWN ADMINISTRATION KNOWS THIS ISN'T TRUE?
how is that any different than, say, a cartoon homeless person claiming to be jesus and claiming to reside at the pentagon?
or, perhaps, a little boy who refuses to accept that santa claus might not be real?
the delusional schizophrenic is suffering from a severe neurological disfunction.
the boy who refuses to accept that santa claus isn't real is suffering from wishful thinking
and the desire to hold on to comforting childhood certainties.
which one is dick cheney?
personally i think he's a hybrid of the two. delusional schizophrenia coupled with wishful thinking in the face of overwhelming evidence that doesn't support his delusions.
but can't the white house get him to stop spouting off falsehoods? maybe they could give him 5 minutes a day with a fake news anchor and a camera made out of cardboard and they could call it 'dick's play corner' and he could pretend that the world is as he wishes it to be?
having a bitter, angry, belligerent, delusional vice president going on national tv and pouting well known falsehoods can't really be in the republicans or the administrations best interest, can it?
i've asked this before, but why do they let dick cheney out of the white house?
why do they let him do interviews?
isn't there a strong, easily locked, comfortable room in the basement of the white house where they could keep dick 'i've been dead for 15 years and am only kept alive by regular transfusions of oil and infant blood' cheney medicated and under lock and key?
they could even give him toy shotguns and fun things that he might enjoy.
and they could feed him comforting untruths(your daughter's straight, iraq is a stable democracy, the republicans control congress, you didn't shoot your friend in the face, etc)to keep him happy and calm.
wouldn't that be for the best for all involved?
-moby

it's list time again.
we all like lists, right?
quick and easy to digest and filled with profoundly undeveloped thoughts.
so, i begin:

a-i saw 'blades of glory' tonight. it had a few funny moments, and you know that i love will ferrel, and i don't want to sound heretical and question the will ferrel canon, but didn't 'blades of glory' kind of seem like a throw away for him?
his character was funny(as all of his characters tend to be)but his character seemed like ron burgundy mixed with ricky bobby, but kind of undeveloped.
wait, am i really writing about this?
a moderately critical deconstruction of will ferrel as a figure skater?
i should go sit in the corner and hang my head in shame.
sorry.

b-doesn't gw seem to be intentionally trying to isolate himself these days? people try to figure him out, but it's really not so hard, especially if you grew up in connecticut. not to be too reductionist, but he's a privileged and entitled kid from a wealthy family. he was given everything, from his education to his placement in the air national guard to his businesses to his governorship to his presidency. his entire life has been relatively effortless and he's never questioned his place in the world nor his entitlement nor the fact that someone has always been there to save him when he's screwed up.
and now for the first time the world isn't handing him things on a silver platter.
and he's baffled. and as he's not prone to introspection he's going to petulantly pretend that circumstances are as they were for the first 1/2 century of his life. he's a child of privilege and a dry drunk. and i think that we'll see him continue to get angrier and more petulant as congress and the supreme court and the governors and the american people and the world community move further away from him and his ineptly executed agenda.

c-i'm dj'ing in toronto on thursday. i really like toronto. it's kind of like a hybrid between new york city and stockholm.
if the winters weren't so brutal i'd consider moving there. sometimes we u.s.a'ers forget that there's a calmer and more sane and gigantic country just a few feet north of us.

d-i still haven't figured out how to dj with cd's, so i'll be playing vinyl in toronto. i sure hope they have record players.
and needles. one time i was scheduled to dj in front of a fairly big crowd here in nyc. i walked on stage and put my first record on the 1200 and looked to see that the promoted had provided turntables but had forgotten to provide needles.
that was interesting. and one time years ago my friend westbam was dj'ing in russia and the needles were broken so they called the local school of engineering and someone was able to build him new needles for his 1200's. where there's a will there's a way. right.

e-oops, it's late. time to go to sleep. have a good night.

-moby

and as a yuppie i have a blackberry.
some of you might be asking 'what's a blackberry?'
a blackberry is a fancy little phone/email/text-messaging/internet/etc device that yuppies get surgically installed into their hands.
blackberries are also colloquially referred to as crackberries because they're so profoundly addictive.
if it were 1975 someone would make a novelty disco song entitled 'blackberry fever', or 'do the crackberry' and it would sell a million copies.
but:
a-it's not 1975
and
b-records don't sell millions of copies anymore
so why am i writing about the blackberry?
well, see, today is daylight savings time for blackberries.
didn't you know?
oh, wait, daylight savings already happened?
and no one sent my blackberry a little memo saying: 'daylight savings time already happened'?
so this morning i was either given an extra hour or robbed of an extra hour depending upon how you look at it.
i was given an extra hour of being awake and robbed of an extra hour of being asleep.
because my blackberry thought it was daylight savings time.
which is ok. i kind of like that my blackberry is a little bit confused.
it makes it less than perfect, which is endearing.
aforementioned 'endearing-ness' enhanced by the fact that i'm awake and have now filled my little veins with caffeine.
my supple little vegan veins.
or is it vains?
nope. veins.
and then there's vayne, like the metal chicken on top of the barn.
english is confusing, isn't it?
as an aside, apparently the good people at boggle inc have released a version of boggle that is kind of rubber-y and less noisy than the old plastic version.
this is good, cos old noisy boggle was really noisy and painful, especially if you were trying to play at 10 a.m while hungover.
or so i've been told.
-moby