Asimov is right

if we feel inconvenienced by this natural calamity which lounged on our weekend, something that will last a week to a few months,–think about the discomfort of living like this in permanence. This is a morsel of the inconvenient truth, people. As Asimov predicted, soon the skyscrapers of Manhattan will be submerged in water…& what of this archipelago? Poof. Nada. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Or better yet, defy it. But then again, pessimist that I am I’ve surrendered to the fact that it’s too late. We did the damage; we all knew it would come to this we were just stubborn homo sapiens thinking let the next brood worry about that.

And now here we are.

Here we are.

And soon. . . We WERE here.

09.21.09

Can’t wait for the 2-hour 6th season premiere. Let’s see how it all plays out. House. House!

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So, my Chandler Bing downloaded House songs, randomly, that is. ‘Coconut’ hit me with a mean LSS at one point. It’s cool, though. (I’d rather have that than loop ‘Nobody But You’ in my head. wtf?)
Here’s a really rad site that lists the song titles, artists, & even on which scenes theyplayed.

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 My baby sis is turning 3. Wish we could throw her a party! (Which calls to mind a short Bubble Gang skit with Michael (or was it Ogie?) saying: Did you notice that sixty percent of children’s party attendees…AREN’T children?)

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 Work sucks. But that’s an old song.

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This time next year I’ll be stewing in my own jaccuzzi in my 24-bedroom mansion which has a 5-minute distance from my monster main gate… Or I could be in Legazpi eating mom’s killer brazo de mercedes. Either one would be ok.