Giro means 'ride', not 'tasty meat sandwich.'

Getting shut down hurts.

And not saying the right things ("I was told you guys were looking for writers, and I'm a hell of a good one. I can string sentences together like nobody's business. Let me send you guys some copy and let me know what you think.") at the right times hurts even more. See, this is why I do better on email than I do on the phone.

Getting shut down without even getting a chance to send a sample and really get shut down bites, but I cannot let this stop me. Rejection is common; sticking with writing and sharpening one's work isn't, right? So why not stick with the writing.

Besides, it was just a stupid game mag.


Monday, December 11, 2000
01:22 p.m.

My favorite John Lennon song?

Instant Karma.

I grew up listening to the Beatles, but not until after John Lennon was dead. Whether he's grown in stature 'cause he's gone or 'cause he was a genius, I could care less. I hate arguements like that, mostly because they negate a life's work.

I don't think he would have gotten into hip-hop, like Yoko mused. The man's mind was pretty much made up around the time of his death when he said the greatest song written started off with A wop bop a loo bop, a wop bam boo. Maybe he'd have sung some with Julian and Sean, which would have been nice. Maybe the Beatles would have reunited and shown the Stones or the Who a thing or two.

It's all moot now. The man is dead, and all we have is his music.

Well we all shine on...
Like the moon, and the stars, and the sun
Well we all shine on...
On and on and on and on...

Friday, December 8, 2000
09:05 a.m.

Excuse me while I crow for a bit: we finally got Red Hat running on the old PII-266 last night.

While this may not seem like a big deal to you, I think it's pretty freakin' cool, if only for the fact that I'll get to learn something new.

And the added stability ain't all that bad, either.

Monday, December 4, 2000
12:43 p.m.

Celebrate life.

And wear a goddamn condom.

Friday, December 1, 2000
10:19 a.m.

A Thought...

Is it just me, or does Joe Lieberman sound like Dr. Zoidberg from Futurama?

Just a thought.

Monday, November 27, 2000
09:58 a.m.

Utter Drivel


twist it on up
turn it around
down on the ground
we go


down on the ground
and up in the air
and stare
at the hole in the moon

(Of course, Woody goes and writes stuff like this, and he's branded a folk hero. I, on the other hand, am called a loon. Where's the justice?)

Monday, November 20, 2000
07:08 p.m.

Lay Out Dem Funky Rhymes, White Boyce...

Yes, I need more
Can't get enough
Need to make more
Been losin' all my

Never enough, never enough
Time slips away
Like the flour in my hands
As I make my daily bread
And make enough to feed my soul
And take enough time to let it rise
Like my soul to the skies
When I am with you
I would trade in all of this for more

Can't get enough
Living off of borrowed
Yes, I need more
Been losin' all my

You can't pay me enough
My time's worth more than
All the nickels in your bank
Worth more than your empty thanks
For a job well done
How much fun did I give up
That I can never get back
Can never buy enough

Can't get enough
Gotta gimme more
I'm losin' all my
Need to make it mine

Monday, November 20, 2000
05:24 p.m.

The less important something is, the more people will worry about it.

I keep reminding myself that every time one of the producers from the publisher calls up to complain that the crowd doesn't sound, y'know, crowdy enough.

Friday, November 17, 2000
04:23 p.m.

LA vs Los Angeles

LA: Shittake wraps on Melrose
Los Angeles: Burrito mojado in East LA

LA: Waiting in line for a free LA Weekly premiere
Los Angeles: Showing up at midnight to see your friend's movie premiere

LA: Catering
Los Angeles: Rolling your own tamales

LA: Cel phones
Los Angeles: Tea and cakes

Los Angeles: Messy BMWs with kid car seats

LA: Star-studded political fundraisers
Los Angeles: Little old ladies manning the polling stations

LA: Pink Dot
Los Angeles: Farmer's Market

LA: Barnes & Noble and Starbucks on a date
Los Angeles: Midnight Special and a brew at Father's Office on a date

LA: Waiting in line to get into Sky Bar
Los Angeles: Walking into your favorite restaurant where they know your name

LA: The Comedy Store
Los Angeles: The no-name theaters in Hollywood

Los Angeles: KCRW and KXLU

LA: In-N-Out
Los Angeles: In-N-Out...animal style protein burger with a raspberry shake

Thursday, November 16, 2000
10:43 a.m.

A Few Words from the Management...

You know what I like about the Web? What I really dig about it? I can write whatever I want. Plain and simple. I can philosophize, I can ramble, I can create poetry, or I can let loose with a string of obscenities that would make a nun spontaneously combust.

I don't do this for fame or fortune or any of that. (If I did, you think I'd still have a day job? Please...) This site is not popular, it is not on an A-list, it is not part of a cabal (though I've made dinner for some very diverse and intersting people over the years).

I write here for fun. I write here to amuse my family and friends and the occasional random person who follows a link I left somewhere. I do this for my own personal amusement, which is how I think of most of life. Life should be amusing. It certainly beats being dead.

I write here because, yes, one day I want to be a published author. I have made no bones about it. This is simply a mental gym, where I can string together words in combinations that sound new and interesting. If you like it, great. If you don't, then move the heck on. Most gyms are grungy and smell bad, and this one is certainly no exception.

If there is one thing I have learned from being on the Web, it's this: if you don't like what someone has to say, don't link to him. Let me repeat that. If you don't like what someone has to say, don't link to him. I don't give a shit if that's one of the Golden Rules of the Web (ie you link me, I link you). Hits equal validation, and links equal hits. Plain and simple. Anytime some jackass with a text editor and an axe to grind goes and excretes something onto the Web that gets in someone else's craw so badly that he has to put a link to it on some discussion board somewhere which goes and raises a whole lot of yelling and screaming like a hemmorhoid on the ass of the world...well, congratulations. You've just played into the jackass's hands. He now can feel warm and smug that he went out and punched your buttons.

One more time: IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT SOMEONE HAS TO SAY, IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS RIGHT AND HOLY IN THIS UNIVERSE, DON'T FUCKING LINK TO HIM. Let he who has nothing to contribute but empty criticism wallow in his sad little existence. I don't give a shit who you are, but if you're doing your best to be you, and your art reflects that, then right on. I may not like what you do, but I can respect that you do it. If you're just going to analyze and complain and point fingers, then no one, not even a piddly little piker like myself, has any time for you. Piss off. We all have a world to change.

Wednesday, November 15, 2000
01:11 p.m.

We all don't have to like each other, but, Jesus Christ, is it that tough just to get along?

Wednesday, November 15, 2000
01:02 p.m.

A Constitutional Thought...

Now, on the one hand, the Electoral College was set up so that the South, which had fewer voting males, would have an equal voting voice. This is why black people were counted as 3/5 of a person.

On the other hand, it is also meant to help dissaude the passions of the popular vote. And, as this election cycle has proven, the People are a bunch of mouth-breathing morons, myself included. An intelligent People would have told the candidates of all parties to go fuck themselves and bring out the Real Candidates. We would not be in this crisis right now if we had real candidates.

"But, Adam," I hear you say, "the Electoral College may wind up electing the biggest moron of them all!"

This is true. Which is why we need to change the way states select their electors. It's the winner-take-all method that sucks ass, among other things. I am becoming a fan of proportional representation, where we start merging Congressional districts into larger districts that represent an area as a whole. The character of Greater Los Angeles is quite different from that of the Valley, yet districts slice them up as to (surprise, surprise!) create unfair voter advantages. Why not a system where the state is split up into its obvious regions (Northern, Bay Area, Central Coastal, Central Valley, Sierra, and Southern), we decide how many reps each region would get, and then each region gets to elect those reps? Formerly disenfranchised voters would have a greater voice, as would third party candidates with a great enough showing.

"But those reps wouldn't truly represent their constituencies!"

Ah...and someone like Adam Schiff, who beat incumbent Jim Rogan, represents the views of the people of north Los Angeles, Glendale, La Canada, La Crescenta, San Marino, South Pas and Pasadena? Anyone from Los Angeles knows how much that district runs the ethnic and politcal gamut. PR would help elect people who, y'know, actually give a shit.

Same could go for electoral votes. The race would be a lot more exciting. And, yeah, there might be another ridiculous deadlock, but a proportional translation of a state's popular vote into electoral votes would certainly be more fair.

Anyway. More thoughts on the way elections are run in America are forthcoming.

Monday, November 13, 2000
11:17 a.m.

Notes from the E-Day Party

-As amusing as Dan Rather is ("the big burrito"? WTF?), Univision, one of Southern California's Spanish stations, had the better coverage. "DESTINO DOS MILLE!" boomed out of the tv, much to our amusement. Plus, they win for Scariest Correspondent: Armando or woman?

-Switching over to Korean tv to watch my favorite show, which I call "One-Eyed Korean Battle Monk" because I don't read Korean and the title sequence isn't subtitled, was also much more amusing than watching the local morons blather on about how they had no fucking idea what was happening.

-Carrie voted, and was fed and given a footrub. Democracy and bribery prevail once again.

-Gore! Bush! Gore! Bush! Florida, Florida, Florida!

-California sucked less this time around. While that damned "campaign finance reform" initiative passed (hmm...written by the state legislature and approved by the governor? Oh, yeah...that's some real reform, baby), Props 37 and 38 were put down like the mangy mutts of legislation they were, the War on the War on Drugs scored a victory, the state's Legislature and Congressional leanings are now a bit more left, and that damned "living wages" proposition in Santa Monica was taken out into the street and shot. Buy an election? Nice try, fuckers...

-Watching Leo spin fire is even cooler than watching Univision. Though he's still not a hot Hispanic chick.

All in all, a good night. Thank you for voting. Thank you for putting up with my crap.

And, regardless of who finally wins "the big burrito," now the work continues. Our democracy is better the more we participate. Voting is simply the first step.

Wednesday, November 8, 2000
12:34 p.m.

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Thank you.

Tuesday, November 7, 2000
08:56 a.m.

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