June 18th, 2005

Whale fluke

Signs of my evil

Actually I’m in a good mood, except for one major current annoyance.


Might be time to go on the (f’ing f’ing grumble grumble) No Call List. I’ve yet to buy something solicited over the phone and I’m not going to start now. I however, do not want to have to say that over and over to those who call.

So my friends know, I’m screening calls again, so don’t be afraid to leave a message. I will definitely get back to you.

In the meantime, I’ll indulge myself with What I’d Like To Say To Solicitors:

* Get out. Get out while you still can. Save your soul.
* No, I don’t make the financial decisions in my household. Yes, I live alone.
* I will kill in your name.
* !Estoy enfermo en la cabeza!
* Can’t sleep. Clowns will eat me. Can’t sleep. Clowns will eat me. [repeat until s/he hangs up]
* [from the movie Psycho]: “Mother! Mother…oh, the blood! The blood!”
* ?Turl? Maz? Yog-Sototh? Skivs? Flague bur-tada-vad?
* Chris Walsh? Sure, I’ll get him. [put down the phone and go for a walk]
* [singing] “When I am king you will be first against the wall…”
* Do you sell monkeys?
Whale fluke

Things I know

I can be remarkably chipper even when the song running through my head is Johnny Cash’s apocalyptic-sad cover of “Hurt” by Nine Inch Nails.

Crime fiction is rarely all that interesting to me. True crime, too. I’m reading a novel that kind of combines the two, American Tabloid by James Ellroy, the L.A. Confidential author. I know now I’m not really in the mood to read about an almost all-amoral cast of crooked characters whose actions lead to the Bay of Pigs debacle, but it takes a lot to get me to give up on a book, so I’ll keep going. (Interestingly enough, I actually like the film of L.A. Confidential quite a lot, so maybe a different part of my brain was able to process the movie…)

For one person, it seems I generate massive amounts of dirty dishes.

It’s neat that I get to go past an actual submarine on my commute, and that I work at OHSU’s hilltop campus, which reminds me of Starfleet Headquarters on the hills northwest of the Golden Gate.

Oh, I know more. But I won’t write about it yet…