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I'm moving slooooow this morning. I feel like someone has his thumb pressed down on a vital part of my brain and it's fucking up my processes. I don't imagine that means very much to you. I think I overslept last night -- in the sense of sleeping too much, like 9 hours. And I was having these crazy dreams. In one, I bought a 12-pack of beer and poured the contents into the cab of some pickup truck I had. It filled the cab up all the way to just below the windows. Perfect, I thought -- it won't leak. I was really pissed when I came back and found that it had all seeped out.

In another dream, I was carting somebody's infant child around, and he was really making life difficult. He wouldn't even eat the giant hamburger I bought him.

Finally, I turned up at a Slayer concert with my friend Wes, but the show quickly morphed into one of those campus-green-sit-on-the-grass-and-eat-hot-dogs-while-watching-lame-local-bands things. Wes and I were having some kind of deep conversation when this guy who was in my communication law class in 1998 came up and started going on and on about some meaningless bullshit. We tried to dodge him, but he kept finding us.

Flearrggh. Is it possible and/or wise to mainline coffee?

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A blurb for one of our books mentions the author's "pellucid prose." I had to look it up:

pellucid, a. (n.) -- 2. fig. a. Easy to ‘see through’ or detect; ‘transparent’. Obs. b. Showing the sense clearly, clear in style or expression. c. Perceiving clearly, mentally clear.

Yuck. Looks too much like "flaccid."

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Certain white people really tax my patience.

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Are you required to file a tax return if you're going to be owed money? I've been putting off doing my Mississippi taxes because of all the part-year-resident crap, and it's probably not worth it for the measly six bucks I would get back . . .

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Someone just asked me how I pronounced "Baton Rouge" -- like most people pronounce it, or in the Cajun/French style. I said the former, adding that "the coon-asses do pronounce it differently, though."

About two seconds after I'd said it, I started thinking -- oh shit, is that an offensive term? I mean, yeah, when you stop to think about it, it's gotta be, right? But I'd never stopped to think about it! Where I lived for most of my life (north Mississippi), it was always just a funny term for those people down in south Louisiana. I've never known any Cajuns, so I don't know if many of them use it themselves -- though of course that wouldn't necessarily mean it's not offensive -- or how they typically react to it.

I'm really not the sort of person who throws around derogatory racial terms (except when it comes to white people, in which case I feel I'm justified (kidding, sort of)). Why would that fly out of my mouth like that? I guess it's because I've never heard any discussion about whether it's offensive, though apparently there is some.

I guess I'm just a redneck.

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Wow, I just watched Ghost World. It's really fucking good. I can't even tell you right now what I like about it -- I just really dig it.

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Oh yeah, I almost died when I saw Doug, the guy with the nunchucks! That dude used to be on an MTV comedy show called "Buzzkill" several years ago. I used to watch that show all the time. I loved it when they were in Jackson Square in New Orleans and killed that guy with voodoo. acadiabaird remembers that show.

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I'm watching Bully now. Doesn't take long for it to become evident that it's a Larry Clark movie, does it?

this is weird

A couple of times when I was using the web tonight, I thought I noticed stuff that I didn't type had been entered into text boxes. I was replying to an LJ comment earlier, and I looked away for a few minutes; when I looked back, there was something in the comment box about "the end." I figured I was just going nuts, though. Just now, though, I was searching imdb.com, and I saw text appearing in the search box, and I wasn't typing shit. Weird stuff, like random words and phrases. I'm scanning for viruses now. I sort of hope it finds something, just to confirm that I'm not losing my mind. Just what I need -- acid flashbacks!

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