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2002-09-23

Piggy's specs were nicked at: 3:38 a.m.

Hey kids! It's Image-Intensive Day!

Well, no, not yet. I need to bitch a little first.

What the hell is Savage Garden doing on my playlist? There was a time when I did love the band, but then Darren ... or Derrick ... um, the black-haired singing guy ... turned into a mega egomaniac. He left his wife and kid to go pursue some teenybopper.

If a singer still wants me to admire him after a stunt like that, he'd better good to the point that he's endorsed by Jesus. Savage Garden is (was) good, but I have it on good authority that Jesus still weeps for their sins and trashy lyrics. There's a bare minimum of Divine Headbanging involved here. So out, damn Aussies.

U2 is coming out with a new album in November, according to my bro's girlfriend. Where the hell was I when this was announced? Probably staring at the cieling with a dull, bricklelike smile on my face.

Their new single Electrical Storm is slow, but oddly soothing. It ain't no Fly or Mysterious Ways, but I do believe I like it. The only thing that pisses me off is that it's on the track listing for the upcoming Best of 1990, 2000, which is a lie in itself. The song's barely a pup. I haven't even gotten tired of it yet. Who gets to say it goes on the damn "Best of" album?

Oh well. Another U2 album means another tour, and another happy Draco. There ain't no concert experience like Where the Streets Have No Name live.

Auroranflash and I hosted a lesbian's night out or something. Well, actually, we rounded up December and Bushido from #mechadrake and all played Monopoly and Scrabble online. Look at this board and try to guess exactly when we got sick of the game:

I was proud of my spelling "Urine" with assistence from "Exlax." But then I turned it into "Urineiboard" because I wanted to outclass "Fokpoot" and I needed a quick 11 points. I lost, anyway.

"I must warn you, I reduced more than one actor to tears while directing Hats off to Chanukah. Was I asking too much from fourth graders? Judge for yourself. Look at the reviews: Play Enjoyed by All."

I had more to share, but I'm going to bed now. More for next time. Ah-ah-ah! (*Thunder, lightning.*)