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this kiss, unfinished

this kiss, unfinished.

like everything, unfinished,

like everything that leaves me wondering

if i ever asked for enough, would i ever get enough.

this night unfinished — unstarted, really. nonexistent. really.

these shades drawn all the way down, drawn poorly across windows

that have nothing to show, and maybe never did.

these thoughts unfinished.

like everything, unstarted. like everything that leaves me wondering

if i ever got enough, would it ever be enough. could i ever do enough?

this little upturned asterisk on an evening to symbolize its finish, unfinished.

Freeze!

Freeze!

They Fight Crime!

He’s a globe-trotting day-dreaming househusband on a mission from God. She’s a disco-crazy insomniac stripper who believes she is the reincarnation of an ancient Egyptian queen. They fight crime!

For some reason, this site, more than any other of the random-phrase-masher sites, has had me rolling on the floor. I think it’s the wonderful statement at the end of each combination. “They fight crime!”

He’s an oversexed overambitious dog-catcher in a wheelchair. She’s a beautiful cigar-chomping bounty hunter who inherited a spooky stately manor from her late maiden aunt. They fight crime!

Singular Women

My #1 turn off:

Women who spell ‘woman’ as ‘women.’

As in: ‘I am a very attractive, intelligent women.’

What the hell is that? Obviously that’s the equivalent of me saying, ‘I’m a very smart men.’ And I would never do that, and I can’t see that happening very often.

So, take a note, ladies. Unless there’s more than one of you, you’re a woman. And if you can’t figure that out, you’re just a little girl.

Very Nearly Lost It

I have very nearly lost it — who knew I even had it in the first place? — and it’s making me giddy. I feel myself near that edge of loss of self-control and I can picture myself trembling on the floor, propped in a doorway, rictus grin stuck on my face. The image is so welcome it’s sick. This is how far I will go to feel something. This is how far I will go to be the cliched monster that I am. But it’s all pouring down into place.

Yet Another Cryptic and Meaningless Fragment

Malaise only possible after good night leading into empty Sunday which is spent only leading into that Monday . That Monday that means I’ve blown a four day weekend. Four days gone by with nothing to show for it but a haircut and a general feeling as if there’s something missing.

Drowsy.

More than drowsy. Can I be any more cryptic?

Here’s the spot: such a night last night, such a nothing day today, filled with ancient knowledge of gotta go back to school tomorrow. And that’s nothing new, except to me.

Husker Du

With a gray watch cap pulled tight over my head, trying desperately to remake my image somehow. Stumbled to the living room to just shut Walter Jacobson up (as if that’s possible) and back to the dining room thinking, “I just got something.” Like a present, a surprise. And when I realized what it was — who could really say? — not even a shred of guilt.

All brought on by the jangly guitar and lyrics of Bob Mould, Husker Du —

“Do you remember?”

— “I wanna go back but I’m halfway to the place where will meet and I’m half dead on my feet.” —

and I try to force an answer to the people who have been asking me that question again and again — “So, have you been writing?” — and I realize, the answer, no matter how hard I try to hedge it, is “No.” —

“You left me standing in the rain.” —

Ah well.

Don’t even bother to look at Dante’s site because it’ll just kill you.

Lesbian Identity

Lesbian Identity Ends Abruptly Mid-Junior Year

I knew her.

This Modern English

Microsoft Visual Studio: Microsoft eMbedded Visual Tools

What the hell does “eMbedded” mean? Are they saying it’s E-Mbedded? Or is the M really what’s supposed to be emphasized? I can’t believe they would capitalize a word like that…

…which leads me to wonder about the meeting where this happened. Can you imagine these guys sitting around, these totally worthless lumps of flesh at a conference room table thinking, “What if we capitalize the second d? What could we make that mean?” “No, no! Let’s capitalize the ‘m’! It’ll look really cool!”

I think every company remotely connected with the computer industry should sue Microsoft. Serves ’em right for doing this stupid crap. No more ridiculous punctuation.

Hell, this goes for Apple, too. I’m sick of seeing products begin with a lower case ‘i’. I suppose now that they’ve started this thing, they can’t turn back though. Freaking i’everything. Doesn’t make any sense. “iMovie”, “iTunes”, “iPod” — iPod is the worst of them all because they’re telling me to not steal music, which means, more often than not, that I shouldn’t be downloading it from the internet…

blah blah blah.

Another Onion Article

Developmentally Disabled Senator Wants To Be Treated Like Any Other Lawmaker is this week’s preliminary winner for best article…

Adam’s internet dictionary:

broadband (brod-band) n. a musical group made up primarily of female members.

ohhh doggy, that’s just good clean fun right there.