i just spent like two hours font hunting. what is so cool about fonts? i don't know. but they're cool. but man do my eyes hurt now. not to mention my computer is broken so the screen is fuzzy. dammit, i really need to get this all fixed.
yes, i'm just complaining here. i'm being conversational. deal.
-al
4.26.2003
bubbagump
can we talk about how fucked up forrest gump is? it's on tv now (tv meaning it has commercials and bleeped out curses and such). basically, we have forrest, who ambles through life as we watch. then every once in a while we see jenny, whose life must be pretty complicated, but all we see is her doing stupid things. why did she go from one thing to the next? she went from hippie to glamour girl? whatever. and didn't she get aids? bad girls get aids. i had to stop watching. we're supposed to be like, 'oh, why won't she just go with forrest, he'd be good for her,' but they have no emotional connection. he's just obsessed with her because she's nice to him. i'm supposed to believe they're in love? they hardly know eachother. what a crock.
-al
what the fuck?
i don't understand how they can make a show about investigating terrorism and al quada when it's actually happening! ok. i guess that's not so weird but it feels really weird and i can't watch it. it's on cbs. what the fuck? no, what the fuck?!
-al
4.08.2003
fuck
yeah, so, enough about me. every time i (oops) think about writing anything, i think, um, there's a fucking war going on and i am doing nothing. i am totally living my life as i usually do. which involves a lot of being home. every day i vote 'strongly against' in the aol war opinion poll (because apparently aol voters are more behind the war than before, but mostly behind the war since the beginning). then i read my email and i skim over most of it and get upset (i rarely get personal email, i'm just on a buttload of mailing lists).
yeah so, what can i write about? the war is fucked up. everything is fucked up. yes, everything was fucked up before. i know that. everything is fucked up now. fuck. or something.
my nephew's school is having a supplies drive for socks and gold bond powder and other stuff to send to the troops in iraq. what the fuck? these kids are supposed to go out and buy or get people to buy this stuff to send to the troops in iraq? why can't gold bond powder make a patriotic donation? (i don't know if they're an american company, but if i'm supposed to pay them to supply my troops, certainly they must be behind the war). the same fucking thing happened with 9-11. my mom bought socks and stuff from cvs because cvs couldn't donate the stuff directly. they made a 'monetary donation' to the red cross who then squandered all that money setting up whatever it is they were setting up that caused that 9-11 victim's aren't getting their aid scandal. fucking bullshit. the world is just teeming with really obvious bullshit now. the bullshitty aughts. that's what they're gonna call this decade. i know. we should call every decade that. but god fuck. i can't do anything but curse. it's so unproductive i know. bear with me. or is it bare with me. i dont' think it's either of those. bear. i don't know. i've been sick for over a week now. leave me alone.
anyway, as i was saying, enough about me, i don't have anything poignant, intelligent or well thought out to say. instead, read this:
