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The Conversation

Fleeceman — Wed, 21 Jul 2010 23:57:30 +0000

Super: (over black) The Conversation EXT. DAY — STEARNS WHARF

Probably not mind-controlled, nor communing with dinosaurs, but most possibly nutty.

An overcast day, mostly still with just a hint of onshore breeze. The tide is high and a south swell buffets the pilings. The sound is like small marbles rolling along a glass-bottomed box. From nowhere, a . . . → Read More: The Conversation

Bananas

Fleeceman — Fri, 09 Apr 2010 06:14:53 +0000

The book that says it all, or at least what has been said before.

I must warn you to beware when a guitar-playing Jesus shows up at your “office” and asks if things are great. (And yes, he says it like that.)

He then sets a book down on your desk. It is self-published and entitled “Pay . . . → Read More: Bananas

Golfing

Fleeceman — Mon, 05 Apr 2010 06:04:27 +0000

The majestic Alabama Hills, as depicted by Ansel Adams.

The surreality of golfing is enough to warrant that nothing more needs to be said—unless you end up in Lone Pine.

Lone Pine as a concept should have dissolved into a wispy ghost town decades ago, but it survives by the graces of curious Los Angeles travelers in . . . → Read More: Golfing

Obama’s Health Care

Fleeceman — Wed, 31 Mar 2010 06:23:18 +0000

Separated at Birth?

While Obama and his many pens may have been a big fucking deal, scientists continue to blow their own minds by creating replica bones made from stem cells.

From the NY Times:

Tissue-engineered bones have many implications, according to a leading figure in the field, Dr. Charles A. Vacanti, director of the laboratories for tissue . . . → Read More: Obama’s Health Care

The BBQ Puker

Fleeceman — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 16:08:00 +0000

In the foothills northeast of Santa Barbara sits a posh, gated community, where if you happen to be working within, you must first sign a contract, the small print of which states you must not even look at the pool once you’re on the property you’ve been assigned to. Dogs aren’t even allowed in your vehicle, . . . → Read More: The BBQ Puker

Taser Laser

Fleeceman — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 19:29:54 +0000

I’m not normally one to complain about other people’s loud music. I like my music loud too, and some tunes are simply meant to be played at ear-splitting volumes: Ozzy, Jane’s, Metallica, … Chris Isaac.

I do, however, hold a certain angry, intense contempt in my heart for static: and on that note, a stereo went off the . . . → Read More: Taser Laser

The French fry Thief

Fleeceman — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 04:09:15 +0000

Separated at birth?

Tony Blair had entered the building.

For a week prior to the event, I kept thinking I’d be doing security for Tony Bennett, but no: the two are entirely different entities. The former was a diplomat with international connections, those connections continuing into his private life despite his having buddied up . . . → Read More: The French fry Thief

Rich Kids with Tight Pants

Fleeceman — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 17:50:40 +0000

I think this might be Julia Stiles. She can be frigid any time she wants.

Sheltered rich kids have such a dazed look about them: as if the real world is a little too bright for their delicate sensibilities.

They get their first job and they show up wearing slacks that are a tad too . . . → Read More: Rich Kids with Tight Pants

Stupider than Most

Fleeceman — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 04:11:21 +0000

The intelligence level of truck-ball owners is roughly equivalent to the ability of the collected carbonation in a can of Budweiser to do math.

I was working today, conversing with my coworker about many things that most likely changed the world in some corner of the universe.

One subject that continuously comes up when working with . . . → Read More: Stupider than Most

Movies in Time

Fleeceman — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 17:17:30 +0000

The limited braintrust of Hollywood.

I was meandering around The New York Times online this morning, and after getting disgruntled over the $700 billion buyout of the idiots on Wall Street, I ended up looking at an interactive graph of movie revenue from 1986 to 2008, adjusted for inflation.

The layout is what the vagina of a . . . → Read More: Movies in Time