| "And by the way, whatever it sounds like, that is not an excuse ... "
- Calanthe - | (Monday September 30th, 2002 | 02:21) |

I have made a new classification of things.

      Things I like the way I like Spam. That is to say, things that are bad. I know they're bad, you know they're bad, dogs know they're bad ... and yet I like them just the same. Upon recent examination, far too many things in my life seem to fall into this category.

      I have a sneaking suspicion that someone, somewhere, has already invented a word for this ... I think it's called poor taste.

Otras cosas ...

      The whole wedding/reception/open house/whatever happened and was pleasant enough.

      I'm reading Transmetropolitan despite being in a distinctly non-angry-bastard mood. It is still quite good.

      My shins hurt ... so do my feet for that matter. I think I shall take it as a sign to start wearing my happy-zippery-boots dancing instead of my silly, brown Dr. Martins.

      I am also sleepy and rambling like a goon. I will go remedy the former.

| "We dwell in Forever" - Cobweb | (Monday September 09th, 2002 | 01:24) |
I could make up lots of pretty and semi-believable excuses for my month long absence, but it really just comes down to the fact that I'm a lazy excuse for a human being sometimes. So it goes.

      Nothing shockingly different has happened in the past month, but lots of small pleasant things have managed to come my way. A tidbit of news from a guy that works at Tokyopop (and who stopped by DreamHaven) that Viz may be putting out the Berserk manga in English ... which would make me close to the happiest being on earth if it turns out to be true.

      Al began letting me tag along with him to Ground Zero on Thursdays, and it's a lot more fun than I imagined a goth club being. Between the surprisingly good techno, the far too pretty dancer-boy in fishnets, and the fact that they have Guinness, I think I will end up making something of a habit of going.

      I have also found more books to consume my free time and eat my soul. I don't think I have anything intelligent to say about the funny little Storm Constantine book I'm reading, at least not at the moment, but I like it ... more than I've liked fantasy-esque books in a long time. Almost like it's actual literature and not indulgent fluff ... but I think I'll reserve judgment on it's intellectual merits until I actually finish it.