Monthly Archive: September 2001

Laundry. Difficult enough to get through at the best of times… but when there are slightly deranged homeless people living in your laundry room then that adds a whole new dimension to the chore…

When Fake Breasts Go Bad

Mark Wahlberg’s Extra Organ… Liz Hurley With Acne Scars… Liz Hurley After Make Up Magicians… Actors’ Skin Conditions. This kind of refutes (or complicates) a theory I found in The Anatomy of Disgust, that...

Lisa sounds better… as in she can talk again without sounding kind of like a strung-out Edith Piaf. What a nasty virus! So far so good I seem immune. Unless I am the carrier,...

Just back in from Eklektik where I had a fun time, predictable up and down, all systems back to normal. After Burning Man in the lack-of-affect weeks that followed I was beginning to worry...

I love the net. This kook has found hundreds of images with ABSOLUTE evidence of ANCIENT MARTIAN CITIES, some PYRAMIDS, and even some SHOPPING MALLS. Okay, so I’m exaggerating the malls bit. But why...

Irish on Google imagesearch. Bad, but not as bad a collection as I’d expected…

Nothing for “Hairy Arse” on Google’s image search but Hairy Ass gets these two pictures. I understand the donkey, but what’s up with the other one?

So when I went to collect Ken last night to go to the party it was raining just on his block. 27th/Castro. Not up on Portola where the clouds were thick as pea soup....

Poor Lisa’s really sick, some evil sudden-onslaught virus that’s laid her low. I joked that maybe I had “broken her”? I gave her some Solpadeine (codeine, aspirin, paracetemol/acetominophen and caffeine). Over-the-counter in Ireland, pisses...