The Tory Party

Random Thoughts VII

• Weed. I`m against it. I haven’t trucked
  in it since I was 17, and I don’t like it in
  my house, and I don’t like high people in my
  house, and things like this. I think my
  problem #1 with weed is that you can’t
  control your buzz. If you want to be a
  little more drunk, you can take another
  drink, and if you want to be a little less
  drunk you can sit around an hour. Being high
  on weed to me is like a mental asthma attack
  that won’t stop happening to you. Don’t like
  it. Also don’t like the idea that somebody
  who smokes weed can leave a bag or a pipe
  somewhere in my house and I won’t find it
  but the maintenance guy or the woman who
  sprays my cockroaches will and then I`ll
  have a criminal record. Because people who
  smoke weed are, you know, forgetful.
  Anyway.

• A friend inadvertently coined the
  term “dick-willing” to describe, in a non-
  judgmental fashion, someone who has a lot of
  sex. With men, that would be. Dick-willing.
  Try it — you`ll like it.

• REMOVED 1/14/2005—I had a bullet here
  about how a professor came to one of my
  parties, and how flattered and impressed I
  was by that. In it I also mentioned that it
  was the same party that a guest tried to
  roll a joint on my bathroom sink. These
  events
  were not related. It was stupid of me to
  mention something as inflammatory as weed in
  the same breath as anyone’s name – much less
  the name of someone who had nothing to do
  with it.

• It turns out my mom is visiting my
  sister in Chicago over Christmas, and it`ll
  be just me and my dad and the dogs on the
  home front. I can’t be sure, but I think
  there could possibly be some booze consumed
  between the two of us. My dad has taken to
  calling his night toddy a “strong one.”
  Compare this to Strong Bad’s “cold one.”
  Discuss. Get back to me.

• Remember that time I took Jacob T. Dog
  to the dog park? And this dude brought in
  his beautiful white German-shepherd-looking
  dog, which took a huge duke right outside
  the gate, and he just left it? So I picked
  it up in a plastic bag and brought it to
  him, saying, “Hey, you forgot something.”
  I`m getting assertive in my old age. Or
  maybe just more passive-aggressive. Hard to
  say.

• I got a cold and I`m stuffy and
  enunciating poorly so I have to repeat
  things. I`m like Jon in that one strip from
  Garfield Tips the Scales. Damn, I
  read a lot of those books. Whatever happened
  to Lyman?

• Remember that time I lost six pages of a
  screenplay when my Mac crashed? Severe
  betrayal of trust. Actually, here’s the
  whole story, and I don’t know at what point
  the problem happened: I opened the file.
  Then I dragged and dropped the file from
  the “Seek” window to the desktop so I could
  easily open it later (couldn’t find it in
  the Finder, but that’s another matter.) I
  realize now this may have relocated the file
  instead of just creating a shortcut.
  Anyway.

  File is still open. I work on
  it for three or four days, and I KNOW I
  saved it often because I`m a chronic saver.
  Then on the fifth day I accidentally touch
  the trackpad and press a mystical key at the
  same time and I get a wait cursor for a lo-o-
  o-ong time. Like five or ten minutes. So I
  think, I`m a PC user, I know what to do when
  a computer crashes, and I power it down and
  back up. Heh heh heh. I look for my file.
  It’s not in the folder where it was saved
  originally. I open the version on my
  desktop. It doesn’t have any of the changes
  I`d made over the past four days. What
  happened? Can I get any of my changes back?
  They were good changes. They were hard to
  make. I miss them. They were good to me and
  paid for dinner.

• Another thing I don’t understand about
  my Mac: I got these rewritable CDs, right?
  Because I don’t have a floppy drive or
  Internet access or USB port or a printer
  because I`m ridiculous, so if I want to work
  on something at home and print it I have to
  take it to school on CD. I used iToast,
  which worked like a dream, but now I can’t
  rewrite that CD. What’s up with that? Is
  that an iToast thing, or a Mac thing, or a
  CD thing or what? Any guidance in this
  department would save me much pain and CD
  expenses.

• This wasn’t very funny. I`m sorry. When
  I have more time I`ll be more funny. Like
  over Thanksgiving break. Yeah.