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Wednesday, October 01, 2003
 
Working backwards from right now:
     ITEM! I'm in Venice, CA again, only this time there is megadecibel shouting at the television courtesy of Raekool, who is angry at an obviously pro-Sox umpire who keeps calling Oakland-flung strikes balls. "OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE FUCK!" is the sensible response to such atrocities, bellowed at Bud-fueled, glass-shattering volume. It's good to be back. Out on Lincoln Boulevard (my favorite flavor of thoroughfare) there was a sign that said STEEL PLATES ON ROADWAY and it occurred to me that the residents of Los Angeles have never seen a RAISE PLOW sign, which accompanies plate warnings in more temperate climes. These freaks would flip their shit if they saw one, because, dude, what's a plow, brah?
     ITEM! The $40 SF to LA shuttle bus service bus had only seven passengers, including me and J.Ro, which says to me that they are operating at a significant loss, which is too bad because the craigslist rideshare scheme was a total flop, the only responders being a reticent gender-inspecific "Shelly" who kept flaketuating on the travel date and a timewarp hippie chick who apologized in advance for the state of her "shibby" van. So no thanks, kids. The bus was fine because I got the triple back seat by the lav, which gave me leg-stretching space and a chance to watch the same dude use the facilities six times, the last of which I wanted to be like "dude either you've got some serious intestinal distress or a seriously intense drug habit, and if it's the former I'm sorry but if it's the latter, dude, why don't you spread it around?" Heh. Or vice versa. But when I snuck a cigarette in the terlet, I detected a tangy odor from the sloshing fecal slurry that bespoke the presence of nasty GI parasites or something. Otherwise, the featureless scrub plains of midCalifornia slid by like hot butter in a skillet.
     ITEM! San Francisco has a lot of dirty crazy people who do not want music videos to be shot without extemporaneous editorials and unsolicited advice. Hey Toothless: there are artists at work here. Howbout you quit asking the robot questions and get out of the fucking shot? No, it is not a real robot. Yes, there is really a person in there. No, you should not punch the robot to make sure. NO WE DO NOT HAVE A SPARE CINCUENTA CENTAVOS FOR YOUR "BART TICKET," AND YOUR FORTIFIED-WINE HALLUCINATIONS OF RAPID TRANSIT ARE NOT THE SAME AS AN ACTUAL TRAIN RIDE. God DAMN.

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"from whence"
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"...the exception that proves the rule"
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the phrase "drop trou"
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fake-o reviewer verbs:
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"helmed" for directed
"lensed" for whatever
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"expat"
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"passed away"
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pronouncing merci beaucoup as "mercy buckets!"
(see also: "grassy-ass!")



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"confinscated"
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trying children "as adults"
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"drownded"
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misuse of reflexive pronouns, as when someone says "Please talk to Bob or myself." Come on people now. "Myself" is not just a fancy version of "me"! LEARN IT.
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tattoos in the Courier font
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any use of Comic Sans