January 29, 2004
BACK AND BEAT
But I see the guest-bloggers have been playing, a good sign. Thank you for tending the Velocihovel in my absence, raising the standard with your clever bon mots, and dropping me two notchs in the Ecosystem. I am now a Specialneeds Spermatazoa, and wear the honorific proudly.
Interesting feedback at Anna's poll, as well. All will be revealed when I remember who was who in that westrin.
I'm also interested in the happenings at Acidman's in my absence (fucking snowboarders hogged the internet cafe, the corpse-rutters). Seems like the pod replacement ain't to the peeps' liking. Well, blow my Kevin McCarthy. Lose a tire off a collapsed shoulder berm and everybody wants to get in bed in Amsterdam and sing Give Rehab a Chance. Intervention Number 9, Number 9, Number 9.
More on the magnificence of British Columbia tomorrow. What a fucking place. Meantime I need to catch up. Who DID win the New Hampshire primary? I've been watching the Weather Network, which is Canada's version of the Weather Channel, so I don't know ( I DO know I was getting 25 centimeters of powder on a 2 meter base, ha ha!) I've also been reading Jean Chretien's opus to ego, following the Canucks, and pretending to be a French Canadian (les Americains! Tres degout! Mais, leur insertion de leur penis dans mon derriere! Oui!)
And yet: 3,000 miles, 14 hours... me sleep now...