December 6th, 2001


Suckiness is...

Getting over 900 emails in your box about a bug, preventing you from getting sleep.

"Yup. That's a bug all right..."

"La la la la la I am not listening to Jeffrey!"... and I'm probably not dealing with much incoming email today either, although I'm sure I will be dealing with deleting email... so if you want to send me an email, you should either hope that I will recognize your email address or know where to send it so it won't be deleted.

Agenda for the day: Sleep. Eat. Surf the web. Outgoing emails. Hot tub. Sleep. Eat. Get laid? Cuddle. Sleep. Pretty normal, really... just fewer incoming emails to deal with and more sleep. C'est Plan Por Moi!

What keeps mankind alive?

What Keeps Mankind Alive?
(Weill/Brecht )

You gentlemen who think you have a mission
To purge us of the seven deadly sins
Should first sort out the basic food position
Then start your preaching, that�s where it begins

You lot who preach restraint and watch your waist as well
Should learn, for once, the way the world is run
However much you twist or whatever lies that you tell
Food is the first thing, morals follow on

So first make sure that those who are now starving
Get proper helpings when we all start carving

What keeps mankind alive?
What keeps mankind alive?
The fact that millions are daily tortured
Stifled, punished, silenced and oppressed
Mankind can keep alive thanks to its brilliance
In keeping its humanity repressed
And for once you must try not to shriek the facts
Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts.

Pre-DNA, apres anniversaire, and hating the French...

Getting ready for concert... VNV Nation and Icon of Coil at the DNA. Yes, we could be better healthwise, but I'm still in that post-birthday "I'm gonna have fun, dammit" mode, with yet another concert lined up tomorrow... this is just a better weekend for me to celebrate my apres anniversaire on so many levels, really.

I will also try to take pictures with the little camera for the Handspring, if possible. I don't really need pictures of the band, frankly. It would mean more to me to have pictures of the whole je ne sais quoi that is the DNA Lounge, which I know some of you (er... brad) would appreciate.

I've been using a lot of little French bits lately... makes my journal feel like a Hercule Poirot novel. Not that I have great love for the French... Oh, no! Far from it! Then again, neither did Poirot, who was constantly correcting people, telling them that he was, infact, Belgian.

I like Anti-French jokes. In fact I have a bookmark folder called "Anti-French Propaganda". My hope is that through the longterm effects of anti-French humor, the French will some day stop taking themselves so seriously!

I'd make jokes about Germans for the same reason, but:
a - I'm descended from Prussian nobility.
b - There's really nothing very funny about the Germans - they're like the black hole of comedy, from which no laughs escape... unless you want to count the Nazis, in which case you'd have to be John Cleese to really get away with it. ("Don't mention the war!")

Not that I hate the French... Oh, no! Far from it! My best summer in college was spent sharing the dorms with French foreign exchange students. We had *LOTS* of fun. It was amusing when they would go to the SJSU pool like it was the Cote D'Azur, taking off their clothes and sunning naked. They became a 'tourist attraction', of sorts and found themselves very popular with the male lifeguards... that is, until the female lifeguards spoiled everything. :-/

Still, that doesn't mean I won't share a few choice links...
How to be Obnoxious in French
The script to a particularly anti-French Black Adder episode
An article from a French journalist who is so insular that he thinks people disliking the French is "a well kept secret".
Top 10 Reasons to Hate the French
Why the French are Scum
Ze French

... and, lastly, a picture taken at the Louvre from an American student who saved all year just to visit France.

Pretty much says it all, doesn't it?!