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Thursday, July 18, 2002
Wednesday, July 17, 2002
Greggie G. is the sly innovator All the others are tired immitators With his rhythm he stuns like a tazer With his rhymes he cuts like a razor! Greggie G. gets the money, see! Greggie G. gets the honies, see! It is DAMNED hot here in Charm City. By way of warning, I will be going on holiday to my parent's home come Friday morning, and being that they don't trust the pesky compooter, you may not hear from me for a while. I will be forced to keep a paper (!) log, and will recount all adventures (I get to go to Aldenville!) when I return on the 31st July and afters. So, weep not, dear readers, if I have any. Like MacArthur, I shall return! Tuesday, July 16, 2002
Ok, so I have been in the process of writing this rap. Well, by "me", I am referring to my alter-ego, Greggie G. I have been torturing the students at the circ desk with the "rhymes" for the last few weeks, and now, I share with you! Greggie G. gets the money, see! Greggie G. gets the honies, see! Driving in his car, drinkin' in bars, Livin' his life like a big ol' rock star! Greggie G. gets the bootie, see, Greggie G. gets the cuties, see, Knows all the smarties, goes to all the parties Hooks you up wif all of his hotties! Greggie G. is the pretty boy, Greggie G. is a ladies toy, Has the best taste, yes, knows the best places, Takes his time, there's waste in haste, yes! There's much more, but I will write them later. Fun for the whole family! Monday, July 15, 2002
brown out, no tv; meatball sub is not so good; bonk and stamp at work. tomorrow will come buy ticket on amcrash train friday see the rents. tomorrow: i tell you about my rap. Sunday, July 14, 2002
I have been email-less for a few days now. I tried to access my account on Friday afternoon, only to discover I could not gain entry. I must have tried my password a dozen times, to no avail. I had only just checked it a while ago, and I was forced to live a life as one would in the dark times of the 20th century! Anyway, I finally was able to go to my work account, and transfer a temporary email password to myself. When I got into the account, I found that Yahoo! had changed my password (undoubtedly for security reasons). They sent me an email to tell me they did this. So, I couldn't check my email to find out that they had changed my password, because they sent me the information that they would change my password to an email account they blocked with a new password. Make sense to you? Good: explain it to me, then. I missed out where my friends Nat and Lori were going to have beer on Saturday, dammit. However, the day was not a complete loss, as I was able to pass my time with my bestest movie buddie, Erin. We saw "Reign of Fire", which was not bad: scary and startled me, and had some good laughs. Best line "the only thing worse than dragons is Americans." AND, as a point of clarification, these are NOT dragons. Properly speaking, they are WYVERNS. An example of which can be seen on the Welsh flag. Dragons have four legs and the wings, wyverns two legs, and their arms are bat-like and thus they fly. Both are nasty customers. I think the producers of the film got some of their dragon info from this book: "Flight of the Dragons", by Peter Dickenson. Cute little book, nice pictures, I have it if you want to take a look. However, the big thing for me was being able to go to Normal's book store and rifle thru these great boxes of books some guy had left there. They either didn't know what they had or were too busy to bother haggling with me 'cuz I KNOW I got l at least a couple of hundreds of dollars worth of books for only ten bucks. It was great! Anyway, I wish similar good fortune on you all. Happy Bastille Day: Allons enfants de la Patrie, Le jour de gloire est arrivé ! Contre nous de la tyrannie, L'étendard sanglant est levé, (bis) Entendez-vous dans les campagnes Mugir ces féroces soldats ? Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras Egorger vos fils et vos compagnes ! Friday, July 12, 2002
i received a disturbing email today. my arch-enemy, the evil and sinsiter david b., has called my page "derivative." now, while i admit, i found out about blogger because he has an account here too, i derive nothing. this only goes to show the depth to which my nemesis will sink to torpedo anything i do or say. (now, before you accuse me of undue paranoia, let me emphasize, that we both agree we are opponents. in fact, we did this walking around towson town mall one day, and i want to say that it is only with great love that you can truly become someone's arch-foe. you have to know their quirks, you have to understand their motivations and you have to really get inside their heads before you are able to thwart their vile plans. i think all good guy/bad guy relationships are like this. where would spidey be without doc oct? where would superman be without lex luthor? austin powers without dr. evil? hmmmmmmmmmmmm?) here i am, just trying to spread my own special brand of cheer and happines, and he has to go ruin it all for everyone. but, that is his way, and i have to remind myself that a light (me) shines brightest and best in the darkness (him). anyway, if you want to read his crap go to upsidedownhippo.blogspot.com where you can find how he drones on about his pathetic, flying monkey-infested life. and his little dog, goblin, too. who names a dog goblin, anyway? Thursday, July 11, 2002
today is free slurpee day! get yours at any participating 7-11. i say "any participating" one because, apparently, not all are. or at least not yet. i went to get my little piece of free stuff from the 7-11 on 33rd and greenmount, figuring i would enjoy my frozen treat as i walked to the book barn and sip simply as i sauntered. WRONG! i went there, only to hear that they "were out of cups." well, this is not precisely true: they did not HAVE the cups. why? well the manager had not brought them yet. i could have accepted that as an answer had this been at 8 or 9am. however, it was at 11.30 in the morning. i realize that it was before lunch, when the store really gets a-hoppin', but come on. there was this old guy who was there to get his, too, and he was as unhappy as i was. "saw it on the teevee last night. said thers gonna be freeeee slurps tuday." i agreed, that the tragedy was of a cosmic scale, and inquired with the helpful staff as to a timeframe in which i could begin to expect my sample slurpee. "ah don know." -a guestimate, perhaps? "ah don know." one of the other, younger girls interjected, "miss kim, she comes and goes when she wants." now this was an answer i could live with, and i told them so. i could not get mad at them; my boss sucks, why not theirs too? i waited around for about ten minuites, but i looked at my watch, and i have better things to do, people to meet, this blog to write than to hang around waiting for godot-san. so, i tripped over to the other one, the one on 29th street. they had the cups. now, these cups are small, but, realistically, what should you expect? a full, 20 oz slurpee for free? dream on, communist! it's only 4-5 oz (and i am being kind), but it was free, it was pina colada, and it was delicious. partly cuz of the colada, partly cuz of the free, which, as you all know, is my favourite flavour anyway. so, get your free slurpee, today. at participating stores. Wednesday, July 10, 2002
hello, everyone! welcome to my blog. (or, in my case, blah-g.) finally, i have a forum for all the exciting adventures i have, and all the brilliant ideas. i can tell you about the cafes of paris, or about the darling little noodle shop i found in a quiet corner of tokyo. or, i can tell you all the lies i am dying to make up. which, i admit, will probably constitute about 90% of this venture. of course, they won't all be lies, but you can have fun figuring out which is which. my gift to you! ok. now the disclaimers: no names will be changed. no one is getting away with anything, and no one will come off looking bad unless they really make me mad. which, not for nothing, happens alot. anything you say can and will be used in here. but enuf about me. this week has been a heady combination of complete boredom and total fun. me and rachelle went to arundel mills on fouth july. beat the heat, and beat the man! two movies for the price of one! woo hoo! (um, no your honour, um, that's one of the aforementioned lies i was talking about. really). anyway, mib ii is fun eyecandy. minority report is not bad, and the technology is not so over the top that i can't believe it. imagine a light and airey blade runner. friday i read my book outside images cafe. crazy mike, our lovable homeless schizophrenic, paced up and down, oh, i would say, a couple dozen times. the funny thing is about mike, he is very intense, he is a liiiiiitle scary, but, honestly, he fixates on things that will give you pause. of course, he panhandled everyone, but after his fifteenth run up and down st. paul, he couldn't bring himself to improve his financial situation, because some metaphysical problem must have weighed heavily on his mind. up and down, up and down, not yelling, not really muttering either, just mulling, i guess: "always some fucking monkey. always some got-dam monkey. always some monkey." (this is the abridged version, mind you, if you know the guy,you get the picture.) the funny thing is, he's right. always IS some monkey. doing what, i don't know, but the monkey part is true. and then today, i make my blog. how fun! |
