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6/11/2004
06:31

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Popping my 311 cherry

6:15am and its loud opera
Dear Bitch Ass Neighbor,
Thanks for the wakeup call of opera music. Even though I planned on awaking at 7:17am as my alarm clock states, you knew that I really wanted to wake up at 6am on the dot.
Your opera music was played loud enough that it awakened me over the 20 fans we have running in the apartment.

This extra hour in the morning is nice, though. I'm catching up on robot stuff instead of sleeping - which is overrated anyway.

Oh, by the way, instead of yelling out the window, Mrs. Robot groggily told me to call 311, so I did. The something-something precinct will stop by and say hi.

Thanks for allowing me to break my 311 cherry.
Jerk.

Yours truly,
MC No Sleep.



Recipe for crazy dream
Hot Weather. Overeat terribly spicy Indian food at 10:30pm. Then try to sleep.

The Dream
We are visiting MattyJ and JackiePony.
Oh, they have a baby.
JackiePony says, "of course that's our baby - I just had it"

I think, "she's not due until August, and she appears to still be pregnant".

The baby has black curly hair with almost adult like facial features.

"Let's get a milkshake", says the baby to me.

"Holy crap - your baby is already talking!!", I exclaim.

"Yea, duh", says MattyJ.


I sit next to the baby.
"Hi baby", I say.

"I want to go buy a sweatshirt", says the baby.


I am beside myself.
"No, dude, your baby is talking to me. She's only like a few weeks old - you're acting like this isn't unusual or something!"


JackiePony walks over and places her hand on my shoulder. "Silly, that's just MattyJ throwing his voice"



My brother got a new job
Congrats (again) little brother. His wife wrote me to say:
He is liking the new job. The place sounds really neat. He says
they have Star Wars like doors there and a robot delivers the mail.




Whiskey. And sexy!
Did you happen to see that Frank Rich article in the times a while back? I was just reading it the other day as I was piling all the newspaper together for the recycling bin.
The first paragraph was awesome.
The day was April 2, 2003, the town was Najaf, the mood was giddy, and, yes, the citizens did greet the American liberators from the 101st Airborne Division with cheers. One Iraqi was asked what he hoped the Americans would bring, and Jim Dwyer reported the answer on the front page of The New York Times: " `Democracy,' the man said, his voice rising to lift each word to greater prominence. `Whiskey. And sexy!' "

It Was the Porn That Made Them Do It




Gee Male
Our pal Jess has a Gmail account and I am green with envy. She told me I could get her first invite when she gets an extra one, so we'll see.
Anyone else out there that has an extra invite and wants to share it, I'd love you long time.
Oh, and I'd write a whole Robot Journal entry extolling your virtues (and make up new and great ones in addition).



Pat
I am so stoked to have Pat sending us photographs from Iraq. It almost makes us a real website finally.
Viva la Pat!
(although by saying "viva" I am not saying that he is associated with the French)
(not that it's a bad thing)



Fatback
This weekend, I may be rolling out this trackback thing I have been working on. You know, like the blog kids all have.
Who knows if it will get used - it was more of an exercise to figure out how it works and build one for the "happyrobot blogging platform".
Stay tuned.


BTW
my favorite thumbnail







Filler: dialog from my favorite movie
Loo: And who are they?
Dr. Klahn: Refuse, found in waterfront bars.
Loo: Shanghaied?
Dr. Klahn: Just lost drunken men who don't know where they are and no longer care.
Prisoner #1: Where are we?
Prisoner #2: I don't care!
Loo: And these?
Dr. Klahn: These are lost drunken men who don't know where they are, but do care! And these are men who know where they are and care, but don't drink.
Prisoner #3: I don't know who I am?
Prisoner #4: And I don't drink!
Dr. Klahn: Guards! (move prisoners) Do you care?
Prisoner #5: No.
Dr. Klahn: Put this man in cell #1, and give him a drink.
Guard: What do you drink?
Prisoner #5: I don't care.


You're funny even in your sleep!
»chris ||  6/11/2004 ||  10:10:08 AM
i didn't know matt could throw his voice. :) too funny!
»liz ||  6/11/2004 ||  10:55:37 AM
kentucky fried movie...that's a stitch.
»n8 ||  6/11/2004 ||  1:54:30 PM
i loved Fistfuls of Yen.. or whatever that part of the movie was called.

»:r ||  6/11/2004 ||  3:17:47 PM
I remember reading the "Democracy, whiskey, sexy" quote back a year ago, and must have titled a dozen emails with that title, or the actual quote in the original language: "Azadi, Arak, Eshgh!" Maybe it's just me, but "Eshgh" strikes me as rather unsexy.
»stu ||  6/11/2004 ||  6:29:25 PM
NO, YOU SHUT UP!
»bitch ass neighbor ||  6/12/2005 ||  1:33:43 PM



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