not falling down

Damn. I went through a personal Egyptology craze in about third grade, but it looks like my plan to register pyramid.com was doomed even before that.

From a Rolling Stone interview with Avril Lavigne:

“Do you consider yourself a feminist?

I don’t really know. What exactly is that?”

And:

“When I was ten, I was like ‘whoa, I think I’m a poet.’”

But:

“I’m not going to call myself a punk, because punks aren’t on MTV.”

Hey, at least she’s honest.

(Incidentally, avril.com redirects to a porn site. Somebody was on top of things.)

Oh man. Gerbiltea.com isn’t taken, and that could well be my favorite domain name ever. If I ever get a second domain for this thing, that discovery could well lead to a title change.

This was brought to mind by a thread in the Checkboard Nightmare forums,duplicated here, on which Stephen posted his and his lady friend’s audio rendering of a story book, with voices. Blue Fish sounds a lot like this gerbil in an old Riders in the Sky fake commercial for gerbil tea, which was one of the longest-running in-jokes in my family before we forgot about it entirely.

The question this brings to mind, of course, is was Stephen a gerbil voice actor nine years ago?, but I don’t think the answer would be as interesting.

Hookorcrook.com is not taken; byhookorbycrook is, unfortunately, and there’s of course nothing there. Anybody whosquats on a domain name and a) points it to some popup-ridden, cheapass “portal” or b) doesn’t even bother to point itanywhere should be taken out in the street and shot. Fuck the registrar, and fuck register.com.

(Mom: that wasn’t the part I wanted you to read exactly. More the picture. Please sit down.)

Exams happening, haven’t had a chance to see Clones yet, blah blah blah I won’t care in a month. I’m not in much of a mood, as two of the mostbeautiful people I know are leaving my school for other schools this week. I’ll have a hard time not remembering Anna;I wish I had more memories to remember of Summer. I wish anyone but me had tried to convince her to stay. I wish anyoneelse had really wanted her to.

But!

I love the Post dearly, but I think they need geography lessons.

I think this is a koan.

Scanned from the back of a box containing a supercheesy sweatband my primary roommate bought. I want to name an acoustic techno album “Super Super Thick.” Also, itcould be applied to lots of people I know in an entirely different sense, and in fact to the people who designed thisbox, because guess what, kids? “Ultimate” actually means “last.”

Possibly the most exciting spam offer I’ve ever gotten. And succinct!

I think that about says it all. Watch this space!

(Incidentally: Today’s idiotcam© is the worst picture of my primary roommate–or possibly of anyone–ever taken. Idelight in it.)

I despise the use of quotes as a summation of anyone’s philosophy. They’re nearly all insipid anyway, and frankly, ifyour worldview fits into ten words your worldview is very small. This is why my favorite quote ever–which showsup on the front page sometimes–is “a witty saying proves nothing” (via Voltaire). I much prefer it to Emerson’s “Ihate quotations,” which is kind of just pointless self-reflexivity.

If you are a friend of mine and you still believe that quotations contain the sum and product of all human wisdom: nooffense.

Anyway, what I’m getting at is that when I read a quote in somebody’s EZBoard signature for the hundredth time, or seeit plastered across their site logo, or look at the front of my (otherwise wonderful) copy of Pieces of You, I can’t help buthate humanity a little bit. But. I read, somewhere, this great sentence that I have since been unable to find intwo weeks of Google searches. And to quote (!) John Constantine, “In two weeks I can get into anything–the Bank of England’s vaults, or a nun’sknickers.”

Except I still haven’t found the damn quote and it’s driving me crazy. The closest thing I have found is this song by Laurie Anderson. And while shesounds rather horrendously artsy-spacey, those lyrics are… well.

The quote was this: “Walking is the art of not falling down.” The song is close to that, at least, and the lyrics arein fact really good and right and. Um. They don’t encompass my worldview, but they do kind of relate to a lot of what Ithink about. Of what my journal is about.

So yes, I’m a huge hypocrite. But when or if this thing gets its own domain name (which I think it will, seeing as howit’s a lot better liked than my poor comic), it’s going to be notfallingdown.com.

and I said: uh oh
this is gonna be some day