It's come to this.
Thursday, September 23, 1999, 03:37 p.m.
Google is offering stock options for a massage therapist and a chef. I can't decide if that's the coolest thing I ever heard or just regular.
Fugazi Live at Fort Reno
Wednesday, September 22, 1999, 04:04 p.m.
Hey, remember when I was all psyched about this year's Fugazi show at Fort Reno? Well, it rained, but they played for about a half hour anyway. AND, lucky you, someone posted it in realvideo. Easy peasy. Sadly, you are missing out on the guh-guh-guh feeling of getting soaked and watching them get soaked while they play, the feeling of danger and danger and PUNK ROCK and emotion and everything that this show brought with it... especially the parts where the lightning flashes would light up the little drops of rain mid-fall and everything would seem like a whole new special wonderful planet. But at least you can hear the new songs they played, in case you're one of those people that thinks they're breaking up or something.
Not a Link.
Wednesday, September 22, 1999, 12:26 p.m.
Do you think Brown and Williamson would go to the prom with me? 1-800-578-7453.
Taxation Without Representation Is Tyranny
Wednesday, September 22, 1999, 11:23 a.m.
But the residents of Washington DC are taxed (mightily) and not represented in the senate or the house. And, even when they, say, vote overwhelmingly in favor of the legalization of medical marijuana, congress gets to decide that they are too stupid for their votes to count and tacks shit onto like, federal appropriations bills to thwart them. Really. This happens right in your very own "democracy." In its fucking CAPITOL.
A Very Special Ass
Wednesday, September 22, 1999, 10:01 a.m.
Yesterday's suck was about a "real" IPO, ie, one that's done for all the bad reasons and goes horrifically wrong.
"My guess is that there's someone on Wall Street with a very special ass, and he spends his day pulling numbers out of it."
L'Archive du pita de marychen
Wednesday, September 22, 1999, 10:00 a.m.
Ha ha! I made it french!
