i'm wondering if there's a term for this aimless internet wandering i get stuck in, to the detriment of ALL productivity and any profound thought... viz, my current, and seemingly lasting obsession with go fug yourself, wikipedia, cbc.ca, yahoo entertainment, the globeandmail.com, and - and this is truly embarassing - people.com. my mother did not give birth to me for this. i blame rss feeds and the easy way gmail fixes me with them.
it puts me in mind of buffalo - a stoner moment, for sure. jessica campbell had come to visit me. i had pot, which i smoked only occasionally, and, truth be told, never really enjoyed all that much. we sat on my futon in that creaky old apartment on richmond ave - the one with all the centipedes and the grey lo-pile carpet that got pockmarked with the remains of k's cigarettes, and which i later painstakingly repaired with crazy glue and carefully shorn carpet graft obtained from less visible corners of the apartment so as to get that precious damage deposit back in full - and watched kids in the hall reruns. i got ridiculously high. and ridiculously paranoid, convinced i was going to be stuck in stoner world for the rest of my life. and poor jess, who was being sweet and kind and who never really has been my friend, though we've both been earnest in our showing up for the label, didn't really know what to do. what's the parallel? being stuck in stoner world. only now i'm not stoned. i'm just stuck online in some ridiculously mundane mobius strip of non-entertainment and meaningless gathering of trivia that i will never ever use. it's a damn good thing i don't have a job at the moment, since i would have to get fired for getting nothing done.
okay back to the surf. surely someone must have posted something new in the last 5 minutes.
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box: tom waits, orphans. all 3 discs, but in keeping with the truth of my moribund musical tastes, it's the bawlers that get me.
bedside table: the wars by timothy findley, two girls fat and thin by mary gaitskill. course reading in artificial intelligence.
just watched: shattered glass (hayden christensen, peter sarsgaard) about the downfall of steven glass; capturing the friedmans. liked 'em both. and i never thought i would say this - but i'm actually grateful to blockbuster. for some reason, they're stocking some damn good films in my neighbourhood outlet (sorry e. i know this drives you mental).
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