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2001-09-19

Somewhere out there sits a man, some say woman but I’ll get to this later on, who’s not quite clear on the concept. That is, if there is a God, or Gods. I don’t discriminate — I’m just an apathist. Anyway, this person with a huge sombrero on its head comes up with a great idea.

“I know. I want it to rain. A lot,” it says in a perfect Graham Chapman-as-Brian voice — if there is a God it must be Graham Chapman, nothing else makes sense when you think about it. But so far, I’m all for the idea, I like rain, especially when I’m inside and hear the raindrops use the roof as a drum machine. It calms me down.

Now, imagine rain for a few hours, not too much and not too little. I look at the clock, about 1 a.m. I flip off the computer — I wish it could have one of those switches with a crome knob that goes ‘ti-click’ when you pull it down. Still rain, great. I read a bit while in bed, followed by watching Spaceballs on tv and life was good.

Two hours later, 3 a.m. because I like to stay up late, I kill the lights. And then the rain stops. No more fucking rain! Is this the way it should be? No, I don’t think so. All I ask for is a bit more water to fall down, a tiny little bit more so that I could go to sleep to the sound of rain. But no-o-o, that would be too hard. Besides, some water must be saved for future use as that white, icky, cold stuff we call snow. It will come soon, and I hate it.

For fuck sake! You don’t schedule All the President’s Men to 13:45 on a Wednesday! What if, and I don’t think I’m pushing this to its limits, somebody wanted to see it?

They just aired a commercial for a cat-food, which, according to my logic must be pretty horrible. They couldn’t get a normal “cat-actor” as all the rest of their compeditors. Oh, no. That seemed to be too hard. So instead the animated it. Yes, they actually did a rendered cat. It didn’t look too bad, like something out of Shrek I guess. Yes, this means that it did look a bit like plastic, but it was still better rendered than the abomination known as Phantom Menace (See? No link). But if the cat has to be made in a computer, how does the wretched food actually taste?

New episodes of Martial Law with the unimitable Sammo Hong right this minute. I must watch.