Al-Jimzeera Weekend Update
* Hmm..."Veronica Mars." I went to an all-boy High School--a Catholic rich boy Sing-Sing in the idyllic hills of Danvers, MA. I had braces for 3.5 of my years, started writing poetry "Please kill me / I will never get laid / I have gummi bears / stuck in my fucking / braces //" I was a decidedly middle class middle child. We threw frisbees between the Jaguars and Beemers in the parking lot. The coolest place to hang out on campus was Campus Ministry. They had couches and most of the time Sister Anne didn't make you talk about God or anything. I was in school plays. I was never the lead. That was the place you could meet girls. I met girls. Girls didn't like me. Maybe this is why I enjoy the confectionary splendor of the superteen action hero shows like Buffy and Veronica. Both are smart and funny, babelicious, but not in a way that you want to necessarily hook up with them. Willow was more my type, O Willow. Veronica reminds me a lot of Steve's wife Sage. I never experienced the high school dramas. They are maybe more fun when you can chapter search through them.
* 5 teams want Manny? I'll believe it when you pull the trigger, O invisible GM of the Boston Red Sox. I bet the Mets are thinking the same thing. If the Sox get pieces and the Mets get the Sox to pay some of Manny's contract, everyone should do it. I wouldn't want to trade him to an American League team (You want him hitting the side of the Cask & Flagon after a lazy curveball from Mike Timlin in the 8th inning of Game 5? I don't fucking think so.)
* Why do I fetishize the position of 2nd base? I remember playing 3rd and 1st before settling on catcher. I liked the accessories. But oh give us a quick glove and let him bat .280 with the occasional game winning knock.
* When I put "it's complicated" on friendster for a few hours it was more like "I'm complicated." It's easier for me to be alone, to experience true love in 30-45 second intervals while ordering coffee or looking up from my ipod into the eyes of someone else on the train who is wearing an ipod, maybe you are listening to the same song as the song that has those eyes looking up, maybe it would be a song that would sound great smashed up against the song you are listening to, who knows? What incredible eyes! And a smile! I fall in love with the things I imagine to be inside the people I am attracted to, I am a projector large enough to fill any drive-in movie screen up. Maybe that's the fantasy of the Buffy and Veronica and Alias makers. That women might contain boy things, all the right boy things to keep you interested and motivated into tuning in again. Or you channelsurf women, looking up from the ipod and asking them to pass the Splenda. Love is just another cash register transaction. My best relationships have all taken place over the printing of a credit card receipt and getting a signature. This has been your deep emotional content of the day. In the blog world I'm not just class clown, I'm also Student Body President. So impeach me.
Al-Jimzeera News Update: Maybe I just like that all mysterious cases are solved and all demons are usually defeated in 42 minutes or less.
* Current "Lost" crush of the week: Sun.
* 5 teams want Manny? I'll believe it when you pull the trigger, O invisible GM of the Boston Red Sox. I bet the Mets are thinking the same thing. If the Sox get pieces and the Mets get the Sox to pay some of Manny's contract, everyone should do it. I wouldn't want to trade him to an American League team (You want him hitting the side of the Cask & Flagon after a lazy curveball from Mike Timlin in the 8th inning of Game 5? I don't fucking think so.)
* Why do I fetishize the position of 2nd base? I remember playing 3rd and 1st before settling on catcher. I liked the accessories. But oh give us a quick glove and let him bat .280 with the occasional game winning knock.
* When I put "it's complicated" on friendster for a few hours it was more like "I'm complicated." It's easier for me to be alone, to experience true love in 30-45 second intervals while ordering coffee or looking up from my ipod into the eyes of someone else on the train who is wearing an ipod, maybe you are listening to the same song as the song that has those eyes looking up, maybe it would be a song that would sound great smashed up against the song you are listening to, who knows? What incredible eyes! And a smile! I fall in love with the things I imagine to be inside the people I am attracted to, I am a projector large enough to fill any drive-in movie screen up. Maybe that's the fantasy of the Buffy and Veronica and Alias makers. That women might contain boy things, all the right boy things to keep you interested and motivated into tuning in again. Or you channelsurf women, looking up from the ipod and asking them to pass the Splenda. Love is just another cash register transaction. My best relationships have all taken place over the printing of a credit card receipt and getting a signature. This has been your deep emotional content of the day. In the blog world I'm not just class clown, I'm also Student Body President. So impeach me.
Al-Jimzeera News Update: Maybe I just like that all mysterious cases are solved and all demons are usually defeated in 42 minutes or less.
* Current "Lost" crush of the week: Sun.
posted by Jim Behrle at 18:46
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