sunday . march . twenty six . two thousand no, i did not watch the oscars, ok? if you did, that is completely ok with me. i don't judge about these things. i like a good spectacle as much as the next person but the oscars just don't do it for me. i worked the closing shift tonight so that mr. obsessive/compulsive could watch it. when i got to work he was watching a film called "speaking of animals". it has all these short films of animals with cartoon mouths saying crazy shit. there was one short about a farm, with a chicken saying "that's right! an egg a day keeps the ax away!" creepy. but it also had this whole thing with monkeys running around in little outfits to crazy circus music. in the middle of this, mr. o/c changes the channel to see if the oscars had begun. they were doing some kind of video montage of stars walking down the red carpet. but, for some reason the music from the monkey footage was playing in the background. it was pretty much the same thing. it's just that the monkeys at the oscars had nicer outfits. -- beginning through mid march: i have been hibernating for the better part of the last two months. i’ve been utterly zombified, but didn’t even know it. and now we’ve had about 12 hours of sunshine over the past four days and suddenly i woke up. weeeee! welcome to the new and improved site. now, with links! it's got a brand new look but retains all the creamy goodness you've come to enjoy. feel free to take your shoes off and make yourself comfortable (barefoot option not available on all browsers. some restrictions apply. void where prohibited.) -- sunday march 26th, they are going implode seattle’s king dome. my fantasy is that once it collapses, all rats and assorted creepy things living inside it will scurry to find new homes in the surrounding areas, viciously attacking city officials along the way. -- the man has put a girls-in-bikinis calendar up next to his desk. i predict that it will be mysteriously replaced with a nekkid firefighter calendar, or perhaps one with fuzzy kittens on it. -- i was having an early morning dream last week. the last thing i heard before i woke up, and the only thing i remember was someone saying: “that boy is wound tighter than a monkey in a spaz factory.” i know. i have no idea what this means either. -- it has finally happened. my discomfort in NOT writing has finally superseded my FEAR of writing. and so, i have enrolled in the university of washington’s writer's certificate program. i’m kind of scared shitless, but that’s how i know it’s the right thing to do. class starts begining of april. -- paul was grabbing a cup of coffee at a place near his work the other day, where they have a daily trivia contest. if you can answer the question correctly, you get a coupon for free coffee on your next visit. on this particular day, paul happened to get the answer right, and won himself a coupon. when he left the store, he ran into a guy who sells the local homeless paper. it’s so stupid, he thought, that this guy is out here and could really use a cup of coffee on the house, and right over there they were giving away free coffee to people who can afford to buy one of their own. so, paul told the guy about the contest, gave him the answer to the trivia question and sent him inside. as paul headed back to work, he saw the trivia answer spread to several other folks in need. the question: what's the longest running television show still on the air? the answer: meet the press