BECAUSE PLAY

I couldn't very well let The Poopmonster win today. Well, he still wins, but at least I went down swingin.'

It is quite obvious my new schedule is a considerable failure. What I'm gonna try to do now is not promise anything but do at the very least Wigu Mon-Fri and OC Mon-Wed-Fri. We'll see how that works out. I don't really like to jack into cyberspace on the weekends sometimes, but not this weekend (see below).

Jeph and I went to see CYHSY last night open for some whiny band called "The National." It the first show I ever went to where the crowd was halfway cleared out before the headliner started.

I finally got my new camera! Son Of Old Zoomy (a Canon A520) is a modest yet dashing little champ, weighing in at a staggering four megapixels. Thanks again for letting me get it, I'll begin uploading pictures as soon as I get a free few moments!

Webcest finally has an urbandictionary entry, which is where it belongs... for now.

I'm gonna get together some discontinued and tainted merchandise and have an excess inventory sale this weekend. We're talkin $9.99 t-shirts and $19.99 hoodies up in this mug. Watch The Loch Ness Monster Adventure Club for deets, I'll try to make an announcement here when it goes live.

Have a sensible weekend you'll feel good about. And if you are a terrorist, please don't do anything bad this weekend. You don't scare me but I'd rather not be inconvenienced because you think you're better than us, idiot.

MOTORCYCLES ARE LOUD

If I wake up to the sound of a one of those loud-ass hogs one more time I am gonna do something that I'll regret even more than most of my actions. I don't mind loud subwoofers in little cars driving by (I'd mind it even less if the music they played was better [why is the the quality of music someone listens to inversely proportional to the amount of money they spend on their systems?]) nearly as much as the sound of some recent retiree with a newfound sense of freedom who's decided to redefine his identity with a $75,000 Harley Davidson (Extra Loudening Package).

Earlier today I uttered (typed) some new famous last words: "I'm gonna install this DVD burner, brb." Three hours later I was in the floor with a screwdriver and a fistful of IDE cables, cussing that confounded contraption in between the sobs.

The Poomonster and I enjoyed a cheer-driven, guided tour of Illinois(e) courtesy of Sufjan Stevens last night. Good stuff!

I AM MADE OF POISON AND XML

Hi! There is now an RSS Feed for Wigu here! Now you don't have to remember to look at Wigu. The Inter Net will remember for you! It's not as cool as it should be, however you can make it cooler by wearing some ski goggles and taking some of of that dope*.



Also there is a new version of the Topato shirt released on pre-order! This is the fifth re-design for this idea, the design that is here to stay. It's got all the charm of the original with the high-tech edge of today's breakneck fantasy cyber-world.

I start the day with a machete and an idea.

*IT IS ILLEGAL TO TAKE OR HAVE DOPE

CYBER PUNK'D

What happened to the early 90s Cyber-Punk InterNet of the fictional future? Back when going on the InterNet meant putting on giant goggles and flying through a quasi-realistic cyber-realm with diodes as big as skyscrapers on city-sized circuit boards? Where is the future where InterNet users all wear mascara, leather, and extraneous buckles and use ice-cold cyber lingo, and the evil 40-something corporate executives wear ponytails and poon limousines on skateboards?

Way to go, InterNet culture. Way to let everybody down.