April 20, 2005

As a last resort I shelled out for the One Second Plumber… and IT WORKS! Good golly miss molly, it’s amazing. Never going back.


April 19, 2005

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to think of him as anything other than Pope Ratzinger. Perhaps Pope Rat or P-Rat or maybe P-Ratty. He’s just no Benedict.

Oh Caruso….

April 18, 2005

“In a place like this… murder and sex might be indistinguishable.”


April 18, 2005

I’m sorry, I was under the impression I had something to update. I do not. Um… here’s some designs which were regected by a client. They’re for a club event which I was told was Miami Vice themed and then told it was not, they wanted sexy and then they didn’t want sexy.

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We couldn’t arrive at a solution before the deadline. C’est la vie.

Another update about another update.

April 16, 2005

There is now the long overdue The Urbane Decay site to peruse.


This site should make ken’s head explode.

Update about an update.

April 15, 2005

Someone mentioned I hadn’t updated the Arachnidiscs site in a while. So I did.


Trip to Victoria

April 12, 2005

I’m not sure where people buy records in Victoria these days. Apparently Ditch doesn’t sell used records anymore. Lots of new vinyl, which is good, but if you’re looking for the piles of modern rock records that used to exist, they’ve vanished. Victoria makes Sound Heritage look like Amoeba. There must be a store I don’t know about. Also, Ditch refused to take The Clap on consignment. Victoria people should see Miss Dams for copies.

Ken took us to “Big as your head” for lunch. I had a chipotle wrap which was very skimpy on the chipotle, very generous with the lettuce. The effect was much like an enormous salad roll.

A cashier almost refused my twenty which had a Adlai Stevenson quote written on it. She put it through the scanner three times. actually, here’s a picture of the bill itself:

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Later, at a bookstore, I was looking through a woven basket full of graphic novels and the girl at the counter said, “I have more of those types of books over here.” I said, thinking I knew the answer would be in the negative, “Is there any Adrian Tomine?” She shrugged and handed me a stack. The second book was Scrapbook (at half-price) which I’d been holding off ordering:

In the same store Ken suggested the girl who’d left Miss Dams with her cat when she moved to Korea, claiming she’d have it mailed to her later, hadn’t on account of being afraid it’d get eaten on the way. On a related note, I purchased a book of modern Korean poetry.

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