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    “… Bitch.”

    Wednesday, August 13th, 2003

    How do I love The OC? Let me count the ways. I’m at five or eight right now, and I’ll bet I can think of more. I’m not gonna lie to you: Ever since “Beverly Hills 90210″ went off the air, I’ve been kind of wandering alone in the woods as far as crap TV [...]

    Fan of the attic

    Tuesday, August 12th, 2003

    Good thing #1,212 about our house: Attic fan, baby. We had eerily, fantastically mild and pleasant weather last night, and truly, this is the attic fan’s time to shine. Jacked open some windows, laid that sucker on, and all of a sudden it’s we’re sleeping outside, only we’re in our bed, and we’re not being [...]

    Operation brown liquids

    Friday, August 8th, 2003

    As I was wandering around my house buck naked this morning (I got detoured on the way to the shower; it happens), Darleece opened the front door and barked out a laugh. Apparently we’d been TP’d; a casual inquiry indicated it was quite possibly the work of Jimmy Jackass/Jam and Dr. Flash, the former of [...]

    Good rockin’ tonight

    Tuesday, August 5th, 2003

    Like that venerable Great Satan Phil Collins, I can feel it comin’ in the air tonight. Unlike that horrible shit, I’m not goin’ down goin’ down like a monkey. Regardless, tonight tonight tonight, the shit’s comin’ down, yo. To start things off we have Agent Foxxy Boxing’s O.C. premiere party, marking, as you may have [...]

    O what a beautiful weeeeekend

    Monday, August 4th, 2003

    At my grandpa’s funeral a month and a half ago, I learned that my towering, awesome grandpa was first spotted by my grandmother as he walked across campus at Phillips University, Enid, Okla., on his way to an 8:00 class, singing “Oh What a Beautiful Morning” at the top of his lungs. I smile and [...]

    Friday.

    Monday, August 4th, 2003

    Had plans to see childhood hero “Weird Al” Yankovic at River Parks’ floating ampitheater. During dinner and kick-ass margaritas at Cafe Ole, raging thunderstorm suggested to us that perhaps the outdoor show might be canceled or postponed, which indeed it was (it’s now scheduled for tonight). Thought we’d try something different, so we went back [...]

    Saturday.

    Monday, August 4th, 2003

    Sitting on the couch and quietly recovering, at some point Darleece sat up, peered between the blinds, and started laughing. Turns out Jimmy Jam was shambling across the street after spending what appeared to be the roughest night in history at Professor Flash’s house. I am not exaggerating one little bit when I say Mr. [...]

    Sunday.

    Monday, August 4th, 2003

    Breakfast was had, with our out-o’-town pals and Agent Sly Foxxx. Borders was visited, during which time Darleece picked out a book of National Enquirer photos to look through that was way cooler than the one I picked out on industrial design. Or at least, I wanted to look through hers more. Home was gone [...]

    Shitbirds.

    Saturday, August 2nd, 2003

    As any of you who may have tried to comment over the past day or two may have noticed, Squawkbox.tv decided I’d been using their free comments service too frequently, and that if I wanted to continue doing so, I’d have to start paying them for it. I mean, I know technically they were giving [...]

    The richest man in Mat’s apartment

    Friday, August 1st, 2003

    So Darleece and I got a pleasantly unexpected invite to the cozy-yet-sorta-scary abode of Max Power, for dinner, booze and board games with him and Chesty LaRue. When buying hooch for the evening, we tried to lean toward slightly less dangerous stuff, i.e. wine other than Pinot Grigio, which Darleece has a little problem with. [...]

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