Dicks with Chicks
We were eating a lovely sushi dinner at Ginger Saturday night and were talking about getting stuck next to freaks on long airplane trips. I was trying to tell the story of my friend Jill who had told her freaky seat mate that she was a writer (true), and then when asked who she wrote for, she replied, "chicks with dicks" (possibly true - probably not, though).
So, here am I trying to repeat this very funny story and I screw it up and say, "Dicks with Chicks".
So, there you go.


Damn Stolen Robot
Look at this. These guys at Rockumentary.org stole our robot logo that Taiwai designed for us and is wearing in this photo. They were nice enough to rename it 'happyrobot.gif' though.
WTF.
their page @ rockumentary.org




New Shoes
Buying shoes for me is like pulling teeth. Whenever I go shoe shopping, I always have this mental picture of what I want, but that picture never seems to match with what's available.
I went shoe shopping Friday and found the pair of shoes I wanted at the first store I went to in about 10 minutes. A personal record for me.
Viva new vans!



Talked to MattyJ
Matt IM'd me Saturday morning. He is safely in France and seems to be having a swell ass time. Looking forward to his first blog entry because it will deal with a particularly hilarious pre-trip crisis - I will let him tell that story though.



Rd.yahoo
This idiotic spam landed in my inbox today and the only reason that it caught my eye was that they were using a yahoo URL for their product...
http://rd.yahoo.com/?http://www.somedumbshit.com
(I'm not posting the URL - no need to give them any extra hits on google)
I guess I never thought about it, but you can pass anything this way. Hmmm. Neat.
http://rd.yahoo.com/?http://happyrobot.net
like that


Jacko in the Bronx
NEW YORK (Reuters) - The self-ordained King of Pop Michael Jackson lashed out at the music industry's treatment of black artists -- including himself -- in an appearance on Saturday with New York civil rights leader Rev. Al Sharpton.
"The record companies really do conspire against the artists," Jackson, 43, told an adoring crowd of around 350 people inside Sharpton's National Action Network headquarters in Harlem. "Especially the black artists."
The former boy wonder of the Jackson Five said generations of black musicians have been hurt and manipulated by profit-grabbing record companies, and called attention to his own dispute with label Sony Music.
"When you fight for me, you're fighting for all black people, dead and alive," Jackson said.

That's so nice Jackson is trying to help out black artists - it's good that he is able to bridge the gap between the freakish monster population and the African American population of this country.
I just keep imagining Sharpton making some cute little scared yelp when he sees Jackson for the first time.



Canada making us smoky
Saturday and Sunday in NYC have been hazy with the smell of smoke in the air from the fires burning up near Quebec. Ick. Dang fires - it reminds me of the nasty smell from 9/11, which isn't a real pleasant memory.



Moving in
Mrs. Robot went to the bike shop yesterday to get a new water bottle and cage for her bike (her bike has a name, but I forget what it is). She runs into one of our neighbors, a quiet guy probably in his late 40's who lives by himself and will play sad songs on his guitar from time to time.
He sees Mrs. Robot and says hello and then says,"I haven't seen your husband around?"

"he's around. He's at home right now actually"

"oh. I thought you had separated or something"

"no no"

"oh, well.. it can't hurt to ask."

and then they talk some more about building stuff or someshit, and as she is leaving he says something like, "don't forget what I said".
Dude. Our neighbor is making moves on Mrs. Robot. WTF.
Then, she runs into the old man from downstairs, who declares his love for her in his own broken English way.
Dang - it's getting crowded in the henhouse.


You're going to stick around for Tommy
This is a pretty great little story from one of those anti-spam sites where they actually went looking for the spammer himself.
Eek. Kind of scary actually.



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