today is blogging day. today i will post useless information throughout the day. maybe i'll sprinkle in some cryptic messages that mean only something to me and that just confuse you.
[7:21pm]
i almost got in an accident with a police car during the drive home. one police car coming the opposite way turned left to a side street, which was fine, there was room.
but there was a second police car behind the other one and he decided to turn left as well. i slammed the breaks, skidded a bit and just barely missed him. obviously if they had had their lights on i would have slowed down, but they didn't. fucking cops.
[4:54pm]
how i've been using moodstats:
mood: meh.
creativity: wha?
stress: gah.
telling lies: mmmmyes.
[2:53pm]
either that japanese tourist girl had no sense of personal space, or she was hitting on me. probably the former since "hitting on" involves actual conversation. i think.
[12:38pm]
producer #1: the thirteen of us began with a singular vision -- "titanic" meets "frasier".
producer #2: but then we found out that ABC had a similar project in development with annie potts and jeremy piven.
homer: who's jeremy piven?
producer #3: we don't know.
producer #4: but it scared the hell out of us, so we slapped together a cop show instead.
[12:24pm]
i haven't started winamp since i rebooted 30 minutes ago, but i've had my headphones on the entire time.
really, you needed to know that.
[11:42am]
cross-atlantic report. very nice. [via lightningfield.com, which is also very nice.]
[10:48am]
salon.com: what's wrong with the strokes?
i guess i'm one of those "music purists" who likes the music and doesn't give a shit about the hype. although, the band does act like a bunch of elitist assholes in interviews, which i like because it reminds me of axl rose and guns n' roses. anyways, they're the only new band i've liked this year. when did new music start to suck so fucking hard?
[10:23am]
christmas music is being played at work today. urge to kill...rising
[10:14am]
usually every morning at work, a group of us go for coffee at a small, quaint coffee shop across the street. today they wanted to go to starbucks for "gingerbread lattes". so i didn't go because i don't go to starbucks.
