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Last melon post, I swear. Funny thing just happened: Margaret mentioned watermelon, so I asked her if she put salt on it. And she said that they were talking about that yesterday at her house; apparently her husband Vinnie does it, and the rest of them think it's weird! And they were also talking about salt and pepper on cantaloupe. And then somehow we got off on how much we love Waffle Houses. This is the same person who mentioned out of the blue one day that her favorite ribs came from "someplace down south . . . Dreamland?" Yep, Dreamland! The place I've been known to drive 75 miles to for a slab.

Man, I'm gonna gain 30 pounds in a week when I go home for vacation. It's gonna be SICK. I still have to figure out when I'm gonna do that, by the way. Probably will try to make the family reunion and then stay for a while. Not sure how I feel about the reunion yet. On the one hand, I'll get to see everyone, and I get along with just about all my family, but on the other hand everyone will BE THERE, and it's kinda hard to relax when people are coming and going like crazy. But maybe it'll clear out and be cool. Or maybe I'll say "see y'all" and head for Dreamland or the French Quarter!

mail call

LONG-promised packages of goodies are hereby now in the mail to goatsupreme and dangerpest. I have a hell of a time making it to the post office these days even though there's one right around the corner from my place--but they're now mailed, I promise. Don't snort it all in one night, kids.

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Put a sack over your head--the world is coming to an end. I'm posting a quiz result. You know I couldn't resist a Peanuts quiz. It's actually a pretty good one as inane netquizzes go. I knew I was gonna be Linus. I dunno so much about the strong voice/very opinionated thing for me or Linus, but what the hell.





Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz

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I'm making this post for the sole purpose of letting the punk-rock physicians know that I have taken their prescription and am listening to Minor Threat here at the office. In no time I'll be snarling at co-workers and strangers alike.

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I don't think I've ever had any particular hankering to go to Louisville, KY. But I've got one now.



Speaking of the Coen brothers movies, I finished The Man Who Wasn't There last night. I'm not sure. I think I give it 4 stars out of 5. The cinematography was incredible and the performances were amazing (esp. my man Billy Bob), but it somehow fell a tad short of the Coens' usual level. I think it was the plot--it didn't keep me that interested. Like I said, the performances and the freaking camerawork (every shot is a work of art) pretty much made up for what the plot lacked, but it still was just a little off. But I should watch it again. The first time I saw Lebowski I thought it was very good but kind of . . . I dunno, too lighthearted or something to be a really great movie, and now it's probably my favorite Coen movie.

For some inexplicable reason I watched Bull Durham this weekend, and I'll never get those two hours of my life back. Actually it wasn't terrible, just pedestrian. I'd heard it was one of the better baseball movies, though, so in a weak moment I put it on my Netflix queue. The worst part was the fake-ass, so-Southern-they-drip-gravy accents. People don't fucking talk that way! Or maybe a very few do, but there's never more than one in a group. Half the people in this movie sounded like Elly Mae Clampett. That kind of thing bugs the nuts off me. I mean, I'm not going to say there's no such thing as a Southern accent (actually there are several different ones), but . . . gah. You know whut ah mean, don't che sweetie pie? Shorrrre ye do.

It's Hunter S. Thompson's birthday this weekend. Dance a jig.

I hate people on mailing lists who think they have to respond to EVERY POINT in EVERY POST. And it's really bad when you have three or four of those on the same list. I'm gonna have to get off this Crispin Glover list--all I do is delete, delete, delete. And it's come out of nowhere; there used to be about three posts per month, and now there are three every ten minutes. I really can do without forty messages a day talking about how hot Crispin looks in Charlie's Angels. I mean, sure, he's a big strapping hunk of quirky manmeat, but restrain yourself, girls.

Oh, in other Crispin news, Bartleby should be arriving from Netflix tomorrow or the next day. I can't wait!

I got a big-ass jar of peanut butter at the store the other day and the dullard bagboy mocked me. "Got enough peanut butter?" No, kid, go get me another one before I cut you.

Whoa, I just got a spam advertising glass vibrators. So if any of you need one, I can put you in touch with the guy. They're dishwasher safe.

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Got this from here. The last part kinda scares me!

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