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someone did that already

Poe78 and I got stopped yesterday by the Fun Police at Fisherman's Wharf. The Fun Police officer was a man with an indeterminate foreign accent wearing sunglasses and a badge. He spoke for a full minute or so before we could catch any actual words, and even when he started using words they didn't make any sense. He kept saying something about not smiling and I thought he had a schizoid disorder until it became clear that he was issuing me a citation for not smiling in the Smile Zone. Also, he cited me for not shaving that morning, as I've gotten pretty lazy about shaving because really, who am I trying to impress? Also, he cited me and Poe78 for not holding hands; though tempted, I didn't give him the whole story about how we once dated but don't any more and have respective significant others who weren't around because they have jobs. He had some document from the Society of Krishna Consciousness and a permit from the city and it all seemed legit so we gave him $1.25 in change. We couldn't give him more because our bank cards weren't working.

We also rented Legend of Drunken Master last night. I learned the following from it:
    --Ginseng root is rare and priceless.
    --If you make tea from bonsai roots, it will kill you.
    --The British Museum is evil and imperialist and exploits workers in steel mills.
    --Drunken boxing kicks ass.

Drunken punk Finnegans Wake performance art. "Two-fifths of our band had been to graduate school, and we actually thought Finnegans Wake was cool."

 

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