Author Archives: didofoot
Yesterday I went and listened to the speechifying in Sproul Plaza for about fifteen minutes but it proved unedifying. Likewise dis-educational were my fifteen minutes with CNN and my half hour with NPR. Also every conversation/email/BBS I’ve had/read about the whole deal. Except one conversation with my professor-boss this morning. He gave me a website … Continue reading
Didofoot reads the news
Yesterday, the leader of the U.K. House of Commons resigned, citing as his reason the U.K.’s continued official support of the American war on Iraq. When asked to comment, the White House Press Secretary said, “We believe that American participation in this war is vital, even as it was in WWII. This war in fact … Continue reading
Blarney for St. Patrick’s Day: Didofoot parties with strangers
“It’s like the war in Iraq, ‘protecting the people,’ blah blah I am a liberal,” said the pipsqueak with the confidence that comes from knowing for a fact that everyone around you shares your white upper middle class Bay Area upbringing. “I’m sorry,” he said as Dr. V and the Lad and I all mentally … Continue reading
Meet the Feebles
Drugs, sex, pornography, date rape, songs about sodomy, talking rats, massacres, enormous udders. “Meet the Feebles” has it all, and more. It turns out that I can’t watch this stuff even when it’s happening to puppets. But maybe you can, and maybe you want to, and maybe I don’t want to be your friend anymore … Continue reading
Inflatable Supermodel is a very good (-looking) band.
They rocked the house as you can see from this nudie shot. Later, everyone at the bar stripped down to undies and took turns covering each other with the finest gin Fairfax had to offer. So come on, music lovers. Support Inflatable Supermodel so that these poor troubadors can finally afford some fucking belts. For … Continue reading
Artemis jumps ship
Midway through the weekend, distressed at my abandonment of it, my office computer decided to go it alone and jumped ship, leaving all its obediently networked little computer friends behind. Now it is swimming through a binary sea in some confusion. No one can say where it is heading, but it remains firm in its … Continue reading
Beasts score out of three
Today’s junkmail was “Teen has sex with Beast.” Seriously, it’s like they know me.
Grand Larsony
Look at the world around me: People are sad, yet I am not sad (anymore). People are ugly, yet I am not ugly. People die, yet I do not die. People are forced to take organic chemistry, yet I do not take organic chemistry. What conclusion can I draw, except that I am the origin … Continue reading
Beasting off
My junkmail folder today contained the subject line “Sticky Beast Sex.” Well, how could I resist? I ordered some. I expect it within five to seven working days.