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Thursday, August 29, 2002

( 10:57 AM )
October 18. Are you ready?


Tuesday, August 27, 2002

( 10:10 PM )
Well, what do you know. New digital pictures, a new Trading Spaces Drinking Game, and moving pictures.


Monday, August 26, 2002

( 09:44 AM )
Jason: Hey guys, did I miss anything?
Melissa: Jason, what are you doing here?
Jason: Don't I go to school here?
Melissa: But it's Saturday.
Jason: Oh.

- Home Movies


Sunday, August 25, 2002

( 08:25 PM )
Meggin: Would you eat bird poop?
Me: No.
Meggin: And why not?
Me: Because I'm a picky eater.
Meggin: But you eat potatoes.


Sunday, August 18, 2002

( 11:56 PM )
"Welcome to the Fat Club, Brendan!"

- Coach McGuirk


Friday, August 16, 2002

( 12:00 PM )
From the Onion:

Capricorn: (Dec. 22—Jan. 19)
The ghost of E.B. White will appear to you and exact revenge for every extraneous comma you've ever used.


Thursday, August 15, 2002

( 11:59 PM )
It's not the end of the world
Can't even see it from here


- Jay Farrar


Wednesday, August 14, 2002

( 11:56 AM )
From the Los Angeles Times:

Jim Mangia, executive director of the St. John's Well Child Center just off the 110 Freeway at West Adams Boulevard, said that a well-dressed woman had come into the clinic with Jessica just after 4:30 p.m.

The girl seemed disoriented and confused and did not speak, he said.

She was dressed differently than when she disappeared, police said. According to clinic workers, she was wearing a pair of dark-green shorts and a white T-shirt. Her hair was cut haphazardly, Mangia said.

The woman requested an examination for the girl, but would not identify their relationship, causing the staff to become suspicious.

The woman would not fill out forms asking for Jessica's date of birth, Mangia said. And clinic workers thought they recognized the girl.

Anxious that the woman might leave, Mangia ordered a nurse to conduct a lengthy exam in order to hold the girl as long as possible.

"We were not going to let her leave with the child," Mangia said.

While the woman was in a bathroom, a nurse asked the girl her name.

"She said, 'My name is Jessica,' " Mangia said.

The girl then told the nurse that the woman was not her mother.

What followed was a tense episode in which staff members took positions to block the woman's exit. Staffers had been following the case on television, Mangia said. Police arrived and took the woman into custody.


( 11:41 AM )
Okay, so my friends are weird. For example, Beck. I will attempt to sum her up in one sentence. She was born and raised in California, is of Jewish descent, attended a Catholic high school, and has an unhealthy obsession with all things British. The other night:

Jon Stewart on the Daily Show: The gist being, British food is substandard.
Beck: Hey, he's making fun of my country!
Me: But you're Jewish.

Um, I guess some things are only funny when you're involved.


Tuesday, August 13, 2002

( 09:58 PM )
Well, it looks like me n' Meg won't be attending this year's Austin City Limits Musicfest because it's a 24-hour drive from Los Angeles to Austin. One-way, that is.


Monday, August 12, 2002

( 01:55 PM )
Don't cross lines drawn on either side
Your own fences can hold you in
Break out too fast start to slide
Catch up with what you've left behind


- Velocity Girl


( 11:19 AM )
I am tired of my hair style. I am considering shaving my head.


Monday, August 5, 2002

( 08:41 PM )
Brendan: Wow, Coach. I can't stop thinking about it. I think I just went through a life-changing event.
Coach McGuirk: I told you, Brendan. Seeing a naked woman is an amazing thing.
Brendan: Yeah.
Melissa: But it was Fenton's mom.
Brendan: So?
Coach McGuirk: So?

- Home Movies


( 12:20 PM )
I just bought a new dayplanner. I like new things.


Saturday, August 3, 2002

( 10:58 AM )
Meg's fallen asleep on the couch to Shaggy performing on an SNL rerun on Comedy Central, and I'm looking at pictures of Pacific Bell Park on Sara's site while listening to "An Ending" by Brian Eno and I can't help but think of the closing scene of Traffic and I'm reminded just how much I love that damn movie. And right now the front brakes on my car are being replaced.

I'd like to tell you how I feel
I'll probably keep it 'til Saturday

-Sparklehorse