Reality Remixed: Like Disco Lemonade
What better place than here?
What better time than now?


Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Mom!  Dad!  Don’t touch it—it’s eeeeeeeevil.
"Perry, no one's pure evil. I mean, yeah, some people have a hard outer shell, but everyone has a creamy center." "There are plenty of people here -- on this particular planet -- who are hard on the outside and hard on the inside." "So they'd have more of a nougat-y center?" "Lady, people aren't chocolates. But you know what they are, mostly? Bastards. Bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling." -- John C. McGinley & Heather Graham, Scrubs Yeah, and that's basically how my day went -- I was fighting The Mighty Forces of Stupidity for most of it. Except for the stellar Red Sox-Yankees game. After the Sox won, my co-workers commented that they heard kind of a Doppler effect of someone running through the office yelling "sweeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeet..." That'd be me, folks. That'd be me. On the other hand, the L.A. drivers who freaked out in the rain and the doctor who didn't listen when I said a particular kind of drug makes me violently ill and then went on to prescribe me said vomity-drug definitely did not make my day any easier.
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