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Friday, November 07, 2003


"J, a consonant in English, (used here in the word "jealousy") in it's original form, was that of the tail of a subdued dog, and it was not a letter but a character, standing for a Latin verb, "jacere," meaning "to throw," because when a stone is thrown at a dog, the dog's tail assumes that shape."
- Ambrose Bierce - The Devil's Dictionary

"The modern woman has all her ex-lovers at her wedding"
-some chessy 80's flick, maybe called Staying Together?


was going to see Matrix Revolutions last night but the alarm system at work was fucked up and by the time we figured it all out i'd missed the launch window. i probably still should have went even if i missed the beginning because i'm sure it showed someone in slow motion jumping and shooting, then performing a completely fake wobbly backwards jump onto someone's shoulders while Propellorheads "Take California" pulsed on the soundtrack. never fear Taskashi Mike! i will see it by Monday to perform a full autopsy on the plot even though i know i figured it out when i saw the
second movie.

to try to generate more interest in the fiction i post here, i'm going to put my new story up in three very short segments. we'll see if that makes it less of a chore to read.

so someone i know is getting married. i'm having a hard time wrapping my head around it so i'll just fire off a quick tribute rather than running my mouth about shit i'll regret like those dudes always do in the movies. it's all about me remember? so here are three things i always remember when i think about me and Holly:

1.) once when i went to visit her, i had a girlfriend and she had a boyfriend, and that was always the case without fail, but this time i was having more evil thoughts than usual and she must have been psychic because, after she showed me to the guest room where i would be sleeping alone, she walked out and then came back with a large collection of erotic lesbian fiction.

2.) when she went away to Cornell University i helped move her stuff in and on the drive there we stopped to stretch our legs at this duck pond somewhere off the highway. we were watching the ducks and all the people feeding them and there was this one big duck that was taking all the bread from the other ducks. this was making me very angry for some reason and after the big duck robbed one of the little ones of a potato chip a kid had thrown towards it, i grabbed a large rock and whipped it at the damn thing. people gave me the evil eye and Holly was like "what are you doing psycho?" and i explained loudly for all to hear that i "wasn't throwing rocks at the ducks, well, okay i was throwing a rock at that one duck but it was only for the good of the other ducks and that particular duck deserved it and..." eventually we drove off. then, after driving a couple miles behind her vehicle brooding about the duck controversy and how i was misunderstood, she stopped her car and pulled off the road. i rolled down my window and leaned out to see what was up and she walked back to my car and kissed me.

3.) the first time i saw her was after some fund-raising bike race in...7th grade? i think it was 7th grade. we talked on the bike ride and i was fascinated because she was the new girl at our school and she seemed to have an awareness and sense of humor that was ahead of the rest of them. she had this crazy head of curls and big glasses and i peddled furiously behind her all day. back at the end of the bike ride i remember us running around the hallway of the Jr. High and there were balloons everywhere and she was jumping up and down trying to stomp on one to make it pop. i don't know why, but this impressed me even more. we started an unlikely friendship that seems to have lasted longer than almost all of my childhood relationships. i spent an infinite number of nights in high school sitting in my car outside her house talking for hours before she went inside. i would even go see her to hang out after i'd come from my actual girlfriends house, who was actually at the end of the same street. is that why it's lasted so long? because she was never the one who was five houses down? who knows. i remember her trying to pop that balloon after that bike ride like it was yesterday though. the balloon was green because i say it was. guess what that means.


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