A few brief notes on my recent action-packed life...

Last week it snowed ever so slightly for the first time. Fortunately, well in advance of this milestone, my body had already activated all of its clever strategies for coping with cold weather, forged over millions of years of evolutions. Like having the skin on my hands get supercrusty, then cracking open and bleeding intermittently without any provocation. And having snot gush forth from my face at all times. Don't know what I'd do without my warming blanket of snot and blood!

On Saturday, Eric and I went to see a midnight screaming of "Lost Highway." I felt I should give the film a second viewing, since I remembered so little of the first, however many decades ago, except a vague sense of disappointment, and Jeff and I running around in the otherwise deserted theater. On review, I'd still have to say it's probably my least fave Lynch movie. Then, on the way back, we got a taxi. When we arrived home, the driver wished us a good night, and it really seemed like we had just won a free taxi ride. After an awkward silence, we asked how much the fare was, and the very spaced-out seeming man, after sighing and seeming about to let us go for free, said, "Uh, I don't know. $5?" Then I realized I lost my phone in the cab, and figured it was gone forever. But then some awesome drunk girl called Eric at 4 in the morning to arrange a pick-up outside a liquor store, since the Vikings game was the next day, which she said was very, very important. The only reward I could find handy for her was two bottles of a very fine Scotch Ale by the Brau Brothers, which I brought to her in a paper bag with a ghost sticker on it. She was all surprised by that, and assured me I didn't have to give her beer, but I insisted. Later, I realized that during my phone's absence, she had changed the banner to "Merry Christmas," and programmed in the number for a bar and, I believe, several of her friends, and possibly herself. I have since been trying to figure out if there was any reason for that, though I do in any case appreciate it all.

Finally, on the recent smackdown of King Juan Carlos vs. Hugo Chavez. I invariably applaud any instance of an elderly person being sassy, and above all I think the King has the right to say whatever he pleases, because he's really awesome for his role in voluntarily surrendering absolute power and ending Fascist rule in Spain. I think all he did qualifies him easily as the most heroic and noble monarch in world history. Still, I think it is slightly annoying, like most U.S. media coverage of Chavez, in that not once has anyone pointed out that, well, technically, ex-President Aznar, like his dad and grampa, was officially a member of the Fascist party. As president of Spain, he even chastised the town of Guernica for changing the name of the town square from General Franco Plaza to Liberty Plaza. How petty of them, still holding a grudge over getting massacred by the Luftwaffe! Anyhoo, even though someone stops formally being a Fascist after the Fascist dictatorship is deposed and the Fascist party ceases to formally exist, and then joins the new party formed by all the former Fascists, I think it still is reasonably fair to call that person a Fascist.

In all fairness to the brave men and women of the U.S. media, it did take me (a person with no aptitude for internet research) about 2 minutes of toil on google and wikipedia to uncover these deeply buried secrets about Jose Maria Aznar. And I must understand that these people are working on very tight deadlines, and, as if that weren't enough, they must be terribly busy finding ways to spend their vast, seemingly unspendable paychecks. Fucking useless morons.

Well, I better go put on my livery. As my insightful co-workers in New Yorkers might rhapsodize, "Gonna go hustle! Make money! Get paid! Money money money!" Again, I thank God I'm not trapped in that pit of delusional dipshits anymore.

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