The Bananaverse

Like the universe, but Banana-y-er.

 

This sounds so sad…

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I’ve only met half the people on my list. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing…

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On June 24, 2003
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help!

Enid is having difficulty. I don’t know what happened, but I may be staring in the face of some serious data loss. This is, to put it mildly, not good. To be blunt, I felt certain I was going to throw up when I rebooted and it looks like all my drives are empty. (”I think I’m gonna hurl!!”) So I’m taking her to someone who will take care of her (I hope) so I am holding out hope that she’ll be ok. I didn’t realize just how hardwired a geek I was until I had to give her up. Luckily Scooter left his new laptop at home so I am minimizing my contact with the Net (dammit) since it isn’t my machine. Anyway. I’m going to get to take her in tonight and trust (virtually) my entire life to him and hopefully all will be well.

Please send whatever mojo you can spare out this way. Enid and I would really appreciate it. (:

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!!!!!!

Jessica Simpson must be stopped. She’s been freaking everywhere since she got married, and she has a book and a bunch of bs about being married. I mean, she is getting more attention for getting married than she ever did for singing (I only know she’s a singer because they say it like it’s her first name, Singer Jessica Simpson). You’d think nobody ever got married before! JFC!!!! I just want her to go away. I managed to get married without a pop star’s budget and I did it in no time, relatively, and I didn’t really get a whole lot of help from my family or anything, so it’s not like she did something spectacular, she just got fucking married. Am I the only person who thinks that this is stupid? It’s just a wedding, people have them every goddamn day, for sobbing out loud. Bah. Am I just cranky because she’s younger than me or something? NO! I’m tired of hearing her say she always wanted to wear a Vera Wang dress, ever since she was a little girl, and how she’s such a southern girl and on and on. I just think it’s stupid. Like it’s some sort of revolution that she did something that the non-famous seem capable of doing all the time. What next, eMpTyVee is going to do a reality show on the emotional struggle that Mandy Moore had learning to tie her shoes? Then she’ll write a book about it too and I’ll have to see her on the Today show talking about it. grrr.

Music: Today Show
Mood: cranky

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Done!

I just finished it. I couldn’t put it down! I cried when the person died. (don’t bitch about spoilers, she came out and said it herself on TV) It was interesting and I remembered a lot of those same sort of feelings when I was 15. Conflicted, dorky, lonely, stressed out over school…oh yeah, it’s ALL there. So good. Scooter got that “you’ve GOT to be kidding me” look when I told him I couldn’t believe I’d only read 580 pages earlier tonight.

To put it mildly, I am a voracious reader, especially if it’s something I deeply want to read. I was that kid in grade school that you didn’t like because I entered all the reading contests and always won all the stuff for being first. Not just first, but like, twice as many books as second place first. Yeah. That’s me. What do you expect? I started reading before I was 4 and I always felt like I needed to catch up. Hard to believe if you know me now, but I was a quiet kid for a long time because I was all about whatever book I was reading.

Since I’m all psyched up about finishing this one, I’ll be loading the first four on my palm and reading them right through with five. Then I’ll probably hit LOTR in time for the first dvd release of the Two Towers.

I’m always up for suggestions, so if there’s a book that you think I should read, feel free to send me the info on it, but give me a little RILY blurb so I know what I’m getting into.

Finished. 870 pages. Began at 12:45 am on June 21, finished 3:29 am June 22. I slept and ate and went to the store and stuff, so I don’t know how the math works out. Done.

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On June 22, 2003
At 3:40 am
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Wow.

So yesterday JeffRo called me to tell me that it looked as though Thorus (his doggie) was having some sort of serious issue and he was taking him to the vet later. I offered to go with him (in my decongestant haze) and worried about JeffRo and ThorThor as the day progressed. When I was awake I worried anyway. I’m all stuffly still so I slept a lot yesterday, waking up only to drink juice or water and then wake up to head to the bathroom. I am surprised I didn’t end up sloshing around!

JeffRo arrived but I hadn’t eaten dinner yet so I didn’t go with him. He called me later to let me know that it appeared that panThor had worked it out, whatever it was, and gave me the rundown of his other issues. I told him I was glad he was ok, and he was too. When he dropped by I could tell he wasn’t ok, and if Scooter hadn’t grilled steak I would have gone wtih him, but I was so hungry and it smelled so good…sorry JeffRo. At least the doggy was ok.

Then he said we could still go get Harry Potter if I wanted, and I said I did, so off we went. We got downtown, managed to finagle a parking space, and then JeffRo got out of the car (locking his door) and so I got out too, locking mine, and in the smallest measure of time before the door closed, he said “keys!” at almost the same time my door closed. Leaving the keys in the car. Did I mention the car was still running? yeah. Luckily JeffRo and I pooled our mobile resources and he called the dealer where he got his car (their service dept is open till midnight!) and they gave him the number for Roadside Assistance which he got a free year of by buying his car. So I entered the number in my phone as he relayed it to me and I got them on the horn while he hung up with the dealer. He got them to come liberate his keys from the car, and during the call I got the giggles because he gave his name and number and said “the keys have been locked inside the vehicle, which is currently running.” which I thought was hilarious-so businesslike! So he gave them his info and after we shared with each other just how much we had to pee (they better hurry up, I gotta GO! Me too!) he told me I’d better go get in line. I didn’t want to leave him there, but he said it couldn’t be any worse than being at work and he manages that just fine so he’d be ok. We made our “I’ll call you if I don’t see you before ___” plans and synchronized our watches and I headed to Borders.

Yes, Borders. It woulda been Powell’s, because they had the better party, but I only had $20 and I didn’t think paying full retail (thirty bucks) made sense if I could go down the street and get it for $18. Principle, I guess.

JeffRo was rescued by a lesbian with a large wand (his words, not mine) and appeared at Borders just long enough to ask me where the bathroom was. I told him and he was gone so fast I thought he’d Disapparated! He came back and it was my turn. Both of us feeling much better, we proceeded in line (and damn, they were efficient! We were back in the car by 12:20) and as I got my book I realized I knew the voice of the guy working the next register over as he said “Harry Potter, anyone?” and lo and behold, it was someone I knew in college! We had a really brief hurried conversation between our respective transactions, and then I left with JeffRo as I explained who he was.

This really needs to stop happening to me, it’s freaking me out.

Then I got home and parts of my head hurt so much I couldn’t sleep so I started reading. I only got like 320 pages in before I decided to give that bed thing another shot. So off I went.

I have to get back to my book now. (:

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On June 21, 2003
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runny nose, lunch, etc.

So Railfan and I had lunch today. We went to Pho Van and had noodle soup, and my very favorite, salad rolls with peanut sauce. mm mm mm! He bitched about his job and I bitched about not having one. All in all, it was a nice lunch and I enjoyed getting out of the house and getting to eat soup, because…

I don’t feel good. Again. It feels a lot like last time, actually. I’m afraid I’m going to have to go to urgent care or something because it sucks to be me. Mostly it’s because I think last time it was some sort of sinus infection and I never took antibiotic or anything to beat it for good. I don’t know, though. I’m just not wanting to go to the doctor to get antibiotics just because they don’t know what else to do. That doesn’t help any either. And my ears are starting to bee unfortunate. grr.

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On June 19, 2003
At 5:35 pm
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ring! ring! ring! ring!

This morning there was a four alarm fire up the street. I was awakened by the gentle chime of UPS’s going off (which is neither gentle nor chiming) at about 5:30. Our power was out, so we were grumpy for being up early. Scooter had to get his camping head lamp and hang it on the shower rod to take a shower and shave, luckily I made him sammiches for lunch so there was no electricity involved. I sent him on his way out the front door instead of the garage because the door opener wouldn’t work. Then I found a spider in the dishwasher and I couldn’t get rid of him because I couldn’t turn it on, grr. Thankfully I had a full set of batteries in my boom box in the kitchen so I was able to listen to hear what happened.

I bladed up to see what the deal was with this fire, and I went to McDonald’s for breakfast, hoping to catch some firefighters who could tell me wtf. So I get there, I order, and I’m almost done eating (keep that in mind, almost done eating)-actually, I was done eating and just drinking my orange juice and preparing to leave when the manager came up and told me it’s against the law for me to wear my skates in there. I just sort of whatever-ed her away and then I left. Found out it was four alarms and that the ceiling had just collapsed, so I went back home and tried to sleep since I had no internet and I had no TV and I had no movies and no anything else. I read for awhile and then the power came back on, so I watched a little tv and then got on with my day.

Note: the McGriddle is nowhere near as bizarre as the ads would have you believe. I had a sausage one and it just tasted like when I pour syrup on my sausage. Not that weird at all, really. About as tasty as anything else from there, as far as taste goes.

I’m off to find out about JeffRo’s really provocative journal entry now. later!

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On June 18, 2003
At 1:52 pm
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a hag’s work is never done…

I need a nap. Two mornings in a row now I’ve had this deep inner need to sleep and no desire whatsoever to get out of bed. I wish I could just stay there…

what a busy few days!

Friday night it all started with the Rainbow Ball, put on by the Portland Gay Men’s Chorus. We had a good time, JeffRo and I, and I think Chris and Matt had a good time backcombing my hair. I was one gigantic afro-puff by the time they were done. It was quite a sight, and yes, JeffRo did in fact procure some eyeshadow befitting my dress. I have photographic evidence of both my hair and his Million Dollar Jeans (they made his ass look like a million dollars. EVERYBODY noticed!). We got to the ball and realized that most people hadn’t expended any effort on costuming, so we felt a bit like freaks (nothing new there) and we felt like we had a good shot at winning (we were led to believe there would be prizes). So we danced and had a really good time and a few drinks and just generally made merry. Then a guy from the Chorus came up to us and said “You two look FANTASTIC!!!!! We wanted to let you know you won!” He handed each of us a card, “Take these over there and redeem them before you leave. You look so good!” So we got these little cards, mine said Large and JeffRo’s said Medium. I figured they were shirts or something, and since we had to stuff the front of my dress to make it look right I figured they decided I needed a large. Anyway, we danced and had a good time and stuff, and then when it got time to go, we took our cards over and got a few more oohs and ahhs over our costumes, and then each of us exchanged a card for a bottle of Absolut Mandarin! Jeffro’s was medium, and mine was LARGE! woot!

Hey, with hair like this, I relish every available costuming opportunity. That’s when it’s best, you know?

So Saturday I had some cleaning to do and JeffRo, with Saturday off, headed to the waterfront. He called me before he left but I had more cleaning to take care of so I told him to go on ahead and I’d see him later. Well, he came to pick me up and said “Apparently I’m not good enough anymore.” wtf? He said “I’m not good enough by myself!” I’m thinking what, he needs to stuff his undies or something? just wear those jeans from last night baby, damn! “Nothing like that, I got there and everyone kept going ‘where’s your other half? what did you do with your girlfriend?’ so nobody was glad to see me, they were worried because they didn’t see you!” Which was better than the reception I got when we got there, when I showed up there wasn’t really anybody to see. We hung out for awhile, watching some festivity from each stage and seeing a super drunk MC try to stumble through the sun and the program, and got some food which I promptly spilled down the front of my white sleeveless shirt. dammit. Eventually we got hungry again and decided to go elsewhere for food so that we could eat cheaply and swap stuff out at the car. We went to Subway where we were waited on by dumber, dumberER, and a realllly stupid guy. I mean, I was going to feel sorry for them having been assaulted by lesbians all day long, and probably some queens too, but I couldn’t feel bad for them when they couldn’t figure out what I wanted when I ordered a regular sandwich off the menu and whatever else. So I had no sympathy for them-not even when the loud girl that was friends with one of them dropped her soda on the floor and they had to decide who was on cleanup. Anyway.

Then we went back to the waterfront for stuff, and the fire dancers were super duper cool! It was so so so awesome to watch them, it was just getting dark and they were really cool. Then the dance started and it was a pretty good time. Then we decided to beat the mass exodus out of the park and headed to Slaughter’s for good drinks (which they are) and good music (which it was). JeffRo had a wicked combination of sleepy and allergy and a nasty case of “slaughter’s creeps me right the fuck out” so we ended up giving up on it and then we went home.

Then the parade! We went to Red Cap and watched the parade, which according to most reports was actually not as neat as last year’s. We had some drinks (well, some people did. I got one and a glass of water) and someone fell over onto the railing and thrashed my thumbnail which still sort of hurts. We slacked at the waterfront for a bit and then went to the waterfront to see if we’d know anybody and while in line noticed Benny, who is Mister Pride this year. He’s super cute and was looking super crispy so I got to slather him up with some sunscreen. Needless to say a cute topless boy being oiled up gets a fair share of attention, whether he’s Mister Pride or not. So, we saw a couple of people. Then we picked up our Legally Blonde 2 tank tops and a couple of fans and it was time for me to go (being Father’s Day and all I was due home for Scooter’s dad’s bbq) so I went home and ate a bunch of food and then a bunch of dessert and then just wanted to sit and expand. I don’t remember what I did on Sunday night, I think I just gave up and went to bed. Blar.

Then Monday night was Fags On Wheels, so I went skating and that was fun. We had a good time and we had ice cream after. So fun! JeffRo won candles in the raffle and we went to Ben & Jerry’s and I got an ice cream soda and it was delicious! I really like ice cream sodas and they are hard to find these days. Gr.

So that was my weekend. (:

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blah! (yes, more DOOL ranting)

* Am I the only person who thinks that this whole “Philip is a Marine but really he works for the ISA” line is bullshit? What a steaming pile of crap!! Even what basic and limited knowledge I have of the military tells me that all of this is utter shite.

* This new Sami/Lucas thing is sort of interesting. I wonder where it will go.

* Who, pray who will finally smack Cassie down?

* Why is it that the Wesleys got such a horrendous exit? They could have done a better job, especially after the really nice moments that Craig and Nancy each had with other people in Salem, would they really just sneak out like that? I’m really disappointed in the writers that they didn’t do better with some loved Salem characters.

* I’m sad to see the boat go, Fancy Face was such a big part of things for so long, it was a really big deal when they got it, and when it was destroyed, so I sort of hope they still get to keep it.

* This whole Nicole/Victor thing is a pile of crap. Do something good with it, please.

* What sort of retard thought this whole Weekend At Rolfe’s storyline was a good idea? Aside from the really nice moment with Bart, all I can say is that sucked but at least it was short.

* Mimi and Rex - Rowr! This is gonna rule if they don’t fuck it up.

* It’s summer now, people, start doing the good stuff to make this attract new viewers and all that.

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On June 16, 2003
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I don’t mean to piss anybody off…

but I’m going to post journal entries from time to time as though they are from people on my friends list. If you scope my friends page from time to time, you should see the similarities easily. This is for two reasons:

1. I don’t always get to tease everyone on my friends list since I don’t see them a lot of the time.

2. I’m going to start writing again and I need to flex some creative muscle somehow.

Be warned. If you are on my friends page, prepare to be lampooned in the kindest possible way. (:

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On June 13, 2003
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Getcho Goodwill On…

Yesterday was JeffRo’s one day off this week (he got the weekend off for big rainbowy reasons) so we went on the prowl for a couple of costumes for the Rainbow Ball on Friday night. SO much fun! He bought a pair of orange heels on principle (they were so groovy he HAD to have them) and eventually we found him some retro gear worthy of the Ball. My outfit was easy to find, oddly enough, the first place we went we found this very Endora dress and shoes to go with it AND I bought a pair of boots on principle because they were groovy and worked with my feet so now I have a pair of boots.

On Hawthorne, after going to Presents Of Mind because they sell a big pile of Paul Frank merchandise, JeffRo got these jeans (eventually) with some leather trim on them so it looks like they have three pockets on each side. He put them on and said “They look like they have three pockets, but…” and he proceeded to put his hand in each pocket…”-they have three pockets!” Which was a very amusing moment. We popped into Target to find him some shoes worthy of these bell bottoms, and decided to take a stroll through the rest of the mall. We did, and I saw that some other places are gone now too, so we don’t have an Orange Julius anymore or this other shoe place that used to be there. It is sort of sad since I was hoping that installing the Target and the Depot would really do something for it. Sadly, this is not the case. I hope when things pick up it will be a nicer place. It’s turning into a weird sort of zombie mall with all this emptiness between two big stores on the ends. Anyway.

I need to rummage and see if I can find some appalling green eyeshadow for this dress. Woo.

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On June 12, 2003
At 10:54 am
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assistance!

If you live in England, or know someone who does, please get in touch with me. Mute is giving away a cool slipcase for the Dirty Sticky Floors singles and I really want one but I can’t have one since I don’t live there. Improve your karma. Hook me up. (:

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On June 11, 2003
At 9:54 am
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Last night…

I went out with JeffRo after a minor wardrobe crisis. We hung out at Misha’s for awhile, had some delightful beverages, and JeffRo got a note! Well, like two, there was a little note conversation going back and forth. Not too long after we camped out on the couch, we got chatted up by a cute little drag queen (out of drag) who complimented JeffRo on his toenails and whipped out his nail polish and started talking to JeffRo. Then he offered the nail polish to me, so I did my nails and his while we were there. All the pageant winners showed up: Mr, Miss, and Ms Pride were all there, and since I know Mr and Ms Pride, we chatted them up and had a nice little commisseration in the corner on the couch, which was fun. I think Benny and Dan are both fantastic and it was fun to get to see them. JeffRo and I decided that we could pull it off next year if we just go to the gym a bit more often. Leo appeared eventually so we talked to him too, and since he’s out of school now he’ll be a bit more social. Most of the other usual suspects were there as well, and I got a call from Liplash about his iMac because he had some memory questions (bus speed and what sort of RAM and the like). Then La Dish appeared and after a brief exchange about this and that, came to sit next to us and we chatted for a bit, and then we all took off to Desperado for awhile and that got sort of lame in a hurry so we gave up and drove La Dish home and then JeffRo and I went home.

Oddly enough, the nail polish almost perfectly matched my jeans (which are an odd shade of dark blue/green).

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Finding Nemo

So!

Yesterday for Scooter’s dad’s bday, we went and saw Finding Nemo. It was a really really good movie. I liked it a lot, and I have to say that I think people have it backwards as far as computer animation goes. Pixar just tells really really good stories and they tell them with cg animation. That’s it. Disney still hasn’t figured out that Lilo & Stitch was successful when people went “handpainted cels! handpainted cels!” and that was ok too. But you need a good story. Say the delivery method is the candy coating, and the story is the delicious center. If you have a good story, you can count on that filling to sort of compensate for the candy coating, if it’s a really good filling. But if you have a crappy filling, there’s nothing on earth that can make up for that. This is the problem that Disney doesn’t seem to realize. That or Eisner is just content to take the reputation of a world-renowned animation department and bash it into the ground by making sure they don’t do anything that doesn’t have a 2 or 3 in the title. I feel sorry for them, they don’t get to do a lot of new stuff. If they were smart they’d be begging and pleading for Steve to stay with them and not take his company and leave. They’ve made Disney an appalling amount of money and Nemo is just adding to that pile. If they don’t like how they’re being treated then they’ll leave, and don’t think they won’t - Steve’s got a pair that clank when he walks. Whether you agree with him or not, it’s just the truth. And yes, I have disagreed with him from time to time.

Anyway, Finding Nemo was a really good movie and I think that cg or not, them there Pixar folks tell a really good story. I think people respond to that no matter what the movie is about or where it’s set or if it’s live or cg or whatever, a good story is a good story. And this is a pretty good story.

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On June 10, 2003
At 8:55 pm
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Banana Lee Fishbones, this is your life!!!

SO! Here’s the scoop on my weekend:

I was going to go out with JeffRo, and then I sort of didn’t want to because the Js left earlier that same day so I was sort of sad they left, and as an added bonus I was just feeling sort of blah since I hadn’t been sleeping well. So I didn’t want to and JeffRo wouldn’t take no for an answer so I got my big blue shorts on and we went downtown.

No sooner had we sashayed into Scandals then I looked over and I swear to God that guy playing darts looks just like someone I used to know! JeffRo, if I go over there and say hi to him and he’s not who I though he was can I blame it on you? Jeffro has no idea what I mean, so I tell him I’ll go ask the guy’s name and if it’s not who I think it is I’ll just say that my friend thought he knew you and leave him alone. I don’t want to be a total retard, see? So JeffRo gets me another drink and I go for it. “Hi, is your name-” “hey Verso, sup?” So yeah, I was right! Turns out that it is in fact Big K, my father’s last wife’s brother’s son. So he’s my ex-step cousin? However it all works out, yeah, it was really him! Downtown at a gay bar which confused me a little. I did notice he still works out, and since he was the only member of that entire family (including the aforementioned last wife) that I gave a good goddamn about, I was really pleased to see him. More surprised to see him at Scandals than to see him at all, but I’m sure we’ll hang out again soon and I’ll get the whole story. We used to hang out and have lots of fun. His only cousins were the stepmonster’s kids who were a lot older than him and his older brother were, so he and I, being the same age, got along great, and as soon as we started hanging out without a family gathering to throw us together all the parents put the kibosh on it in a hurry. We lost touch over time, so seeing him was certainly a shock, since it was also seeing him at a gay bar playing darts. !!! He asked me how things were, asked after my family and stuff, and asked about El Bro. I could see JeffRo’s head about to explode, so I said he was tossed out of the Coast Guard and chilling in Long Beach with a friend of his. JeffRo of course made a vague pr0n reference, and the last thing I expected Big K to say, he said. JeffRo: blah blah pr0n blah blah blah. Big K: Oh, I know. Verso: Hey Mister dj….. So I guess he was in a magazine as well, in his altogether. Lovely. Anyway. “I know” was THE last thing he was supposed to say. So, um, ahhhh! That was sort of not ok.

Then we went to the Brig and danced for awhile, and he showed up there too so we got our groove on. That was fun because they were playing lots of old tunes so we got to hear some cool Prince and New Order and all kinds of stuff that I would play if I were the DJ. It rocked.

We spent a brief amount of time at Boxxes where it was happy hour and I had some peachy thing (and then some more, since it was happy hour and they were cheap) and we moved on.

Eventually we ended up at Desperado (they let JeffRo in this time) and ran into Texalicious! Damn. So he was there in full fabulosity, and we danced some there too because once again they were playing all the right music, except that big butt rock dance mix that I really really enjoy (they didn’t play it). Two drinks later we see Texalicious dancin all up on some guy who was, of course, since it’s been that kind of day, Big K. Later on I was standing near Big K as JeffRo procured beverages and after Tex started talking to me a little, Big K’s friend goes “Do you know her?” and when Tex said yes, he was asked if he knew Big K, to which he replied something like no but I’d like to. That’s when the friend said “Do you know that he is her cousin?” and Tex went from horrified to amused to grossed out to entertained in 5 seconds time. So funny. At least I still got to gloat that I got his number first. (:

Then after people were starting to leave I got waved to by a guy who I recognized but I couldn’t figure out why. Neither could he. We talked a bit and the two lesbians with him asked if they could rub the back of my head. I of course agreed, being a shameless hussy for anyone who will touch my head/hair, so they rubbed the back of my head (where it was recently trimmed, which is why they liked it) and we couldn’t figure out why we knew each other. So eventually we said goodbye, and as we went to leave, a rather queeny fellow in a crocheted top flagged me down to tell me “you a fine dancer, girl! you go!” and kissed my hand. Then eventually we made it out the door and went home.

So we had a buncha stuff to do and I was in the car with Scooter when I suddenly realized why I knew that guy last night! So I called JeffRo and told him who it was: He was Ricky from the drink line! When we saw Margaret Cho I went to get some water and while I was waiting I made friends with the guys behind me in line and then we bumped into them later and saw that he’d had her sign his ass. So we were all like, OMG for a minute, and then we did some running around with Scooter’s parents. We went to Home Depot and I ran into this guy I knew in my native land, he was a Senior my Freshman year and went to my church so I had known him virtually my entire life. It was really really bizarre.

What a weird weekend. And I wasn’t even going to go anywhere!

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Interesting.

So yesterday I was getting my geek on and a message popped up from JeffRo so we chatted. Here’s what happened-this is what you get when JeffRo and Verso have a bitch through the Planet Out headlines:

meanwhile21 (12:17:05 PM): so omg…
VersoBaby (12:17:07 PM): ?
meanwhile21 (12:17:20 PM): richard chamberlain is a big ol mo?
VersoBaby (12:17:27 PM): I think so.
meanwhile21 (12:17:45 PM): i just read that he told dateline
meanwhile21 (12:18:09 PM): Actor Richard Chamberlain says he’s gay
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SUMMARY: Actor Richard Chamberlain told NBC’s “Dateline”
that he can finally reveal that he is gay because he no
longer needs to maintain the “public image” of a leading man.
Story: http://www.planetout.com/news/article.html?2003/06/03/4
VersoBaby (12:19:46 PM): I think he’s one of those Rosie types of gay people, like, they just don’t say anything for awhile.
VersoBaby (12:19:59 PM): but people who pay attention or whatever will know.
meanwhile21 (12:20:00 PM): ya i kno
meanwhile21 (12:20:03 PM): but jfc
VersoBaby (12:20:05 PM): I know.
meanwhile21 (12:20:11 PM): hope my mom doesnt find out
VersoBaby (12:20:13 PM): so does that make them RoGay?
VersoBaby (12:20:15 PM): (:
meanwhile21 (12:20:30 PM): hmmm…
VersoBaby (12:20:34 PM): “Oh, yeah, Richard Chamberlain. He’s RoGay.” (:
meanwhile21 (12:21:03 PM): he’s Be-Spacey-ed
VersoBaby (12:21:20 PM): see, I’m still not sure about him.
VersoBaby (12:22:15 PM): I just read the story about the AP giving partner benefits.
meanwhile21 (12:22:22 PM): oooh
VersoBaby (12:22:27 PM): You know who does NOT offer partner benefits?
VersoBaby (12:22:35 PM): The network that shows WILL AND GRACE!
VersoBaby (12:22:38 PM): how effed up is that?
meanwhile21 (12:22:42 PM): haha
meanwhile21 (12:22:48 PM): JFC
VersoBaby (12:22:55 PM): yeah.
meanwhile21 (12:22:58 PM): their symbol is a RAINBOW PEACOCK!
VersoBaby (12:23:11 PM): the network with the highest rated “gay” show on television doesn’t give partner benefits.
VersoBaby (12:23:15 PM): IK,h?
meanwhile21 (12:23:36 PM): i read that the state of KY might be
meanwhile21 (12:23:43 PM): and that MT is tryin for it too
VersoBaby (12:24:29 PM): I hope there’s stacks of partner benefits everywhere! All over the place! Like Starbucks and the Gap!
VersoBaby (12:24:43 PM): “You can’t throw a rock in this town without hitting partner benefits!”

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On June 5, 2003
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God damn…

I hope they don’t ever have a bitch through my “diary”! Check this out:
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Friday, May the 30th of 2003

Update from The Independent

“The FBI has been reading my diary”

A student is mistakenly targeted as an investigation blurs the line between local and federal law enforcement

B Y J O N E L L I S T O N

For Erin Carter, a junior at Chapel Hill High School, it seemed like just another Friday. She went to class, and in her off time, thought about what to post on her web log, or “blog.” Part journal and part sounding board, Carter called it “Text into Nothing.” She’d launched it last December, and considered it a space for venting her observations and frustrations, an online diary of sorts.

Carter, 17, quickly became an active blogger, posting new messages almost every other day. She wrote about what makes her mad (family and school problems), sad (heartaches and loneliness) and glad (friends and music). “It seemed like an interesting idea, to be able to post what’s up in your life, and then you can tell friends about it, and you know, they can look at it and see what’s going on,” she explains. “Like, if you’re in a bad mood one day, they can go see why. If I had any commentary to make about what’s going on in the world, or in my school or social group, I would talk about that.”

Carter says she told 10 or 15 friends about her blog, and didn’t intend for it to reach a wider audience. “It was really personal,” she says. But it wasn’t, as she learned when two men who appeared to be FBI agents showed up at school and gave her the third degree about what she’d written.

Called out of sixth period to the principal’s office on the afternoon of May 2, Carter assumed that she was about to be busted for skipping class or some similarly minor offense. But soon it was clear that something else was going on, something potentially much more serious. Along with Principal Mary Ann Hardebeck, Carter found herself sitting in a room with two law officers wearing navy blue shirts that bore the logo of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

The two lawmen held a sheaf of paper. “They had my journal printed out,” Carter says. “A good stack of it, and I could tell that there were a lot of things highlighted.”

Why were supposed FBI agents asking about a student’s blog? The story begins the previous week, when high school staff members detected a problem in the school’s computer network, Citrix. There appeared to be a glitch that was barring approved personnel from logging on to the network. Administrators, fearing the system had been hacked, contacted the campus police officer, who in turn notified Chapel Hill police investigators. There, the department’s top computer crime specialist, Steve Anson, would oversee the case.

About a year ago, Anson was detailed to work full time at the Raleigh office of the statewide FBI High Tech Crime Task Force, though he remains a Chapel Hill Police employee. He was out of the state when the report of the problem with Citrix came in, he says, so two Chapel Hill Police officers, Bryan Walker and John Moore, were dispatched to look into the matter.

Both men, Anson says, are “in the process of joining the FBI task force.” But since their paper work and security clearances are still being processed, he says, they continue to operate under local jurisdiction. In other words, they can only pursue investigations within town limits, and Anson says that from start to finish, this was a Chapel Hill Police Department case.

The FBI, for its part, probably had little to do with it. The bureau has bigger fish to fry, usually cases involving money, says Dan Verton, a writer for Computerworld magazine who wrote a recent book, Hacker Diaries, about teenage hackers and law enforcement. “Even though cyber crime is now the number three priority in the bureau, in cyber crime they’re stretched so thin that there has to be a monetary threshold crossed before they can dedicate their resources to investigating it,” he says. “It’s somewhere along the order of five or 10 thousand dollars before they’ll even come out and talk to you.”

Still, the officers who interrogated Carter seemed to be bearing FBI credentials, Carter says. Both men wore FBI shirts, and one of them, Moore, gave her a business card with the FBI’s official emblem on it. Carter showed The Independent the card she said she got from Moore. It reads: “FBI Cyber Crime Task Force” and “John W. Moore, Task Force Agent.” The address and contact information on the card, however, are that of the Chapel Hill Police Department. Carter says she can’t remember how the men introduced themselves, but based on the shirts and the card, she believed them to be FBI agents.

They’d come to see her, they said, because of an entry in her blog titled, “Somebody Hacked the Gibson.” Moore and Walker wanted to know, what does that mean? Not much, Carter explained. “It’s from the movie, Hackers,” she says. “It’s a really, really dumb movie, and basically me and all my friends who are in the [computer] networking class, if someone does something really stupid or funny, they’re like, ‘Oh, you hacked the Gibson.’ It’s just a catch phrase among geeky kids, it’s not any secret code or anything.”

But the men in FBI shirts weren’t familiar with the phrase, and what Carter wrote in the entry aroused their suspicions. Carter, who has since deleted the contents of her blog, says that she’d merely passed on the gossip that there had been a hacking and cracked jokes about it. “It was something like, ‘Ha, ha, somebody hacked the Gibson.’ You know, basically, somebody hacked into to Citrix and I think that’s funny, because it’s only been up less than a year.”

Around school, Carter says, rumors were flying about the supposed hacking. Someone had tried to change grades. Or tried to post pornography on school Web pages. “There was definitely buzz going on about it,” Carter says. She was just passing on the scuttlebutt on her blog, she told the policemen, and had no idea who, if anyone, had hacked Citrix.

But they weren’t buying it, she says. “They said, ‘You need to elaborate on this. Hacking into a government system is a federal offense, and the person who did it will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law, and we need to know. And if you don’t tell us everything you know right now, then we’re not going to be as friendly next time you talk to us.’

“They weren’t very friendly at all,” Carter says, and they didn’t become any friendlier when she started grilling them about why they were investigating her blog. “I asked them lots of things. One of the first questions I asked them was, have you done a ’sneak and peak’ in my house? And he was like, ‘We can’t say.’ I asked him several more times, and I said, ‘Do you have a warrant for the search of my house or my computer?’ And he said, ‘We can’t say.’ But finally, I got them to admit that they hadn’t done anything yet, but he said that he could if they wanted to.”

Carter was perhaps more resistant to questioning by the authorities than many of her classmates would be. A budding student activist, for the past year she’s volunteered with the North Carolina Independent Media Center in Chapel Hill, and this summer she’s planning on traveling to Nicaragua with Witness for Peace, the faith-based activist group that has long challenged U.S. policies in Latin America. “I’m pretty well informed about the Patriot Act,” she says, explaining why the officers’ questions got her guard up.

Steve Anson, the lead investigator, now says that it appears there was no hacking in the first place–just an unexplained malfunction of some sort. “I honestly think this whole thing’s a non-incident, as far as a provable attack,” he says. “There’s really no concrete evidence of any type that there was any type of intrusion.”
Why then, did the police question Carter about her blog? A student, Anson says, alerted a faculty member to Carter’s comments about the supposed hack.” So it was kind of a no-brainer to just go talk to this girl and say, OK, you mentioned this was a hack, why did you think it was a hack?”

Freaked out by what she thought was a brush with the feds, Carter went home and decided to close down her experiment with online expression. True to its name, “Text into Nothing” disappeared with a few commands from Carter’s keyboard. In its place, she posted a farewell missive that warned her readers to lie low: “To anyone who has ever posted on my journal: I am sorry. The FBI most likely has your IP address and your blog address/e-mail address if you posted that. The FBI has been reading my diary.”

Carter described how she’d been interrogated about the blog, and wrote that, given recent events, “I am sorry that I’ve had an online journal. I would highly recommend anyone to take down theirs.” Carter says that the main lesson she’s learned is that it’s time to retreat from posting personal information online. “I know that the government now has forever my extremely personal teenage diary,” Carter concluded. “Hell yes, I’m mad. I will no longer be posting in this diary.”

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(This part appears to be from the girl herself. -v)

Wow. So much has happened. The officers are suspended while under investigation. I feel a little bad; they seemed like they’d be nice guys once they took off the fake uniforms and stuff. However, if I’m subject to laws, then you’re subject to laws and they’re subject to laws, too. I’m prayin’ for a speedy recovery of their careers. Silly cops! Wouldn’t anarchy be easier?
<3 Erin

Know what’s nice? How the lovely ladies from the Chapel Hill News and News and Observer called me and confirmed stuff with me. I really appreciate that bit of journalistic integrity. Thanks, guys. You have definitely shown up your colleagues at the Herald-Sun, who didn’t so much as call me to confirm my statements; instead, they just culled some smart-ass quotes off of this website to go along with the extremely biased language they used in their article. Well, CH News and N&O, you guys rock, and your reporting was remarkably unbiased. Way to go.
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God DAMN. She’s a girl in school who wrote about school and these smacktards are trying to intimidate her into talking by wearing FBI t-shirts and getting cards made up? JFC!

But seriously, if this is the shit that gets you in trouble, I’m probably in some serious FBI doo-doo.

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On June 3, 2003
At 9:11 am
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Overheard at Verso’s dinner table

The Js showed up finally today. Just in time for dinner, so we sat at dinner and discussed (what else?) pr0n. This caused the following sentence to be uttered by LipLash:

“So it’s two dudes doin it, and a tranny in the corner beating off.”

Yeah. At the dinner table.

Good times.

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On June 2, 2003
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you know…

…schools are in bad shape when you know TEACHERS who are glad not to have kids in the current “school system”. Like my grade school teaching mom.

It’s also a hint when Doonesbury makes fun of you not once, but TWICE.

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Verso gets her soapbox on…

Holy crap!

I just heard a french official ACTUALLY say “cheese eating surrender monkeys”!!! I thought that was just a web thing. Wow.

I guess while I’m on the subject of France, I’d like someone to answer a question for me if you can. Nobody has been able to answer this for me and it isn’t like I haven’t looked. Here goes:

1. UN Weapons inspectors were inspecting for WMD. They were coming up empty-handed.

2. France (and others) said “sil vous plait, give the inspectors more time before you go fuck shit up in Iraq.”

3. Governor Bush told France to go to hell, banned their fries and dressing and toast and told the inspectors to leave, they’d had long enough and didn’t find anything (even though the US had fake evidence to prove it).

4. US decided to violate a UN resolution to go fuck shit up in Iraq because Iraq violated a UN resolution.

5. US has “liberated” Iraq whether Iraq wanted it or not. Losses on both sides, etc.

6. Now the US has inspectors of their own in Iraq looking for WMD (see step 1). They keep coming up empty-handed.

7. US weapons inspectors, since they are not finding anything, are going to be given more time by the US.


Here is my question: Why was it such a bad idea to let the UN inspectors have more time but the US inspectors will apparently get all the time in the world? I can’t find anyone who can explain this to me. If you can, please do. There are conditions, though: Don’t give me some bullshit you heard on Fox News or CNN or whatever, find me someone a bit less rabid in their devotion to their cause. Also, don’t put blind faith in any member of this administration, and take what they say as gospel. Give me facts. I’m happy to change my mind or reshape my opinion, but I still don’t have an answer to this and it bothers me.

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