Sunday, September 10, 2006

If life makes you scared and bitter, at least it's not for very long

Your life is historically meaningful
And spans a significant time
Slumber will come soon
And you are helping put it to sleep
--- Bad Religion, "Slumber"

Gunner sent me an email in which she mentioned that she thought Friar and I were two of the coolest people she knows in this city.

Ha ha! What a poor deluded naive fool!

She also sent me this stupid meme of Extremely Infrequently Asked Questions, which I will do in lieu of posting my usual whining about girls:

When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was your first thought?
I look like the mutant son of Tom Cruise and a chimp.

Favorite planet?
Earth, obviously.

Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile?
That is an unusual question. Who thinks of these things? It's the Maddening Angel.

Favorite ring on your phone?
"Blitzkreig Bop."

What shirt are you wearing?

Right now, I'm shirtless. Form an orderly line, ladies!

What were you doing 20 minutes ago?
Lifting weights.

Name the brand of shoes you're currently wearing?
I'm barefoot like a hillybilly at the moment, but even if I were wearing my shoes I doubt I could tell you the brand. Brands and fashions are not something I spend a lot of my brainpower on. [Eerie synchronicity moment: Just as I typed this, I heard the line "Please don't judge me by my shoes" from the Band song "King Harvest (Has Surely Come)," playing on my PC.]

Bright or dark room?
It depends on what you have in mind!

Daytime or night time?
The night time is the right time to be with the one you love. Also, it's the right time to surf the web, go to bars, read, or watch movies.

If you're in a room with two beds, which one do you sleep on?
The one furthest from the door. That way your startled screams can awaken me when the killers creep in.

What were you doing at midnight last night?
It's all a blur.

What did your last text message you received on your mobile say?
"get pumped by listening 2 them" You didn't ask for the context.

How do you like your eggs?
Fried, yolks unbroken but liquid inside. Delicious on bread. Or on flour tortillas, like Lyle Lovett.

What's a word/phrase that you say a lot?
"Fuck me!" And I am ashamed of it. I'm trying to stop.

Last thing you touched?
The keys on this keyboard, obviously.

How many drugs have you done in the last three days?
Zero, not even alcohol.

Favorite age you have been so far?
That's tough. I liked high school a lot, but I wouldn't want to be 17 or 18 again. I guess my late 20s was nice. But this age is good too, if not the accompanying lifestyle.

Your worst enemy?
If I'm important enough to have an enemy, I don't know it.

What is your current desktop picture?
The Taj Mahal. I have a few cherished memories of India, though I'd never want to return.

What was the last thing you said to somebody?
"They cancelled trivia because of fooball."

If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly, which one would you choose?
Being able to fly is easily worth several million dollars. As long as government scientists don't try to vivisect you in an attempt to discover the source of your power and to replicate it so as to create an army of flying super-soldiers, that would be awesome.

The last song you listened to?
David Bowie's "Star."

If the last person you spoke to was getting shot at, what would you do?
What the hell? I guess I'd tell her to duck.

If you could punch one person in the face who's in your life right now, who would it be?
No one I allow in my life deserves a punch in the face from me, though I wouldn't mind trying to slap a little sense into the Ex.

Have you ever been stopped, detained and searched by the police?
Yes, at a mall. I was seventeen. I used to dress like a hooligan, and six mall cops (real police, but hired by the mall) thought little ragamuffin me was enough of a threat, I guess, to search me and question me for about a half hour. They kept me even after it was clear that I had a key to the car I was supposedly loitering around. Later, my parents went to the mall to investigate, and the cops lied through their teeth about pretty much everything that happened. For one example, I had been wearing a Grateful Dead T-shirt. As they milled around detaining me, one of the cops asked me if I liked the Dead and I replied, truthfully, that I thought they were okay but really just liked the cool skull motif in the logo. In the official report, the cops wrote that I was jumping up and down, screaming "I'm a Deadhead! I'm a Deadhead!" Amazing.

They did let me go after half an hour and nothing came of it. However, if this twisting of justice and the truth could happen to an upper-middle class white boy with a car, it's not hard to imagine what regularly happens at the hands of the police to those with fewer resources and more melanin in their skin. Yikes.

Since that time, I've been asked by the police to submit to searches, but being aware of my rights (as they existed until recently, anyway), I always refused. This has led me to being smelled by a drug dog (for which there is no right to refusal) on more than one occasion.

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