Absolutely true story: just now, I remembered that I hadn't looked at today's new set. So I got on here to check it out. I got to the home page and I saw a picture of Hubert Selby. And, for a second, I thought that was the set.

Oh, I love Hubert Selby. I loved both "Last Exit to Brooklyn" and "Requiem for a Dream." But I'm not sure I'd want to see him naked.

This story makes me very happy. Wiliam Bennett, who is self-righteous for a living, telling everyone why they are evil, self-indulgent scumbags because they don't do exactly as he says, turns out to be a gambling addict who's blown $8 million on slot machines and video poker.

He says it's cool, because he can afford it, and thus he didn't hurt anyone.

Well, that's fine, and normally I'd agree with that (except, dude, I don't care if you're Bill Gates, dropping $8 mill gambling is a sign you should probably stay out of Nevada for a while), but Bennett doesn't let anyone else off the hook for having vices that don't harm anyon. And you gotta think of some prominent Democrat were caught in a gambling spree, he'd be all over it.

But isn't this how it always works? These "moral guardians" so often turn out to be some sort of pervert or degenerate themselves. And when they catch themselves in their own snare, they want the tolerance they worked so hard to try to destroy. Except, sorry, it's too late.

I love this story.

I hate porn spam. The people who send it are on a List Of Scumbags with Republican political strategists and cigarette company executives.

The worst part is I get e-mails directing me to awful sites that I'd never want to see. I will inflict the last one I got on you to share my horror. Anyway, the subject line is "I told him not to screw my backdoor. Now I'm going to hurt for days." And that in itself is bad enough. But the site it's advertising says that it features the following attraction: "Fucking girls in the ass on the high seas and making them walk the plank." And there's some sample pictures of apparently what happens; girls are, ummm, taken in a reverse manner on a boat, then forced to jump off it and swim to shore.

Who wants to see this? The whole thing reeks of misogyny. I hate porn that seems to hate women.

Or is it that my idea of what sex should be is just too genteel for things like this? For me, it should be lots of nice kisses and breakfast in bed the next morning. Nice and sweet and gentle. Well, that doesn't mean that we can't get a little wild if you want, but nothing like what this site is selling as an idea of sex.

Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic in some ways. Oh well. So be it.

I want to expand upon something you will read in my profile just to the left of this. Under "Body Mods", I say that I am, quote, "too chicken to get any of them." I should probably amend this to say that I just haven't felt a reason to get one. I know plenty of people who have body modifications, especially tattoos, who got them because it had some deeper meaning to them. They got a symbol tattooed on them that represented something very important to their lives. I don't have any such symbols that I could really feel comfortable putting on myself in a permanent fashion, so I won't do it. Maybe someday something will occur to me, and I will. I still hate needles though, so maybe I'll just draw it on with a Sharpie.

I just finished eating some really good pad thai, and here's what my fortune cookie says: "Next month shall be hectic, yet delightful."

Wouldn't that be nice.

Here's what annoys me most about work: it saps time from what you really want to do in your life, but as you work more and more, your ability to get out of doing it slips away. It's a trap you fall into before you know it: your expenses rise to more than equal your income, and if you don't keep working, you'll end up on the street, or have people make ugly, threatening calls to you all the time, or you'll starve. And even if you hate your job, you're too afraid of what happens if you quit. And what's the answer? Get another job? Well, the same shit you hate about your current job will soon start happening at that job.

OK, so I had a bad day at work today.

I'm in a really really good mood today. It started earlier this morning, when I finished the first draft of Chapter Two of my novel. Then I bought the White Stripes CD and I've been listening to it over and over and it's making me happy too.

And the weather outside is beautiful. And when I bought the CD a really hot woman looked at me and smiled.

Thought I'd gloat a little.

I just got back from getting a haircut. It occurs to me that if I, as a 19 or 20 year old, saw how short my hair is now, I'd say "Damn, I sold out."

But, then again, I'd say to myself "Do you realize how bad long hair works on you?"

I'm not saying that any male with long hair should get a haircut. I'm just saying I should have.

I've learned why i'd be a shitty criminal all over again today. I was at Wal-Mart, and I bought some groceries. I went out with my cart, and it was just then that I noticed that there was a 2 liter bottle of Mt. Dew that had, apparently, fallen to the bottom of the cart, and hadn't been scanned. (I had a very small order; I had most of it up in the baby seat deal.)

I actually felt a little twinge of guilt at this, and wondered if I should go back in and pay for it. Which was stupid, of course; what's $1 to a corporation that has something like $50 billion in sales?

So I just put it in my car and went. I was actually sort of proud of myself, in a way, for exhibiting a sense of morality. Still, though, I can't see myself going very far in politics. Or making CEO of a major corporation, either.

I'm trying to write a novel. I have always wanted to, I've always thought writing is something that I should do, but, for some reason, I've had trouble actually getting it written. Wanting to write a novel and doing it are two totally different things, I find.

The problem isn't so much that I can't write, it's that i write a lot, and it's hard to tie it together, and put it in the form of a novel. But I'm hoping my latest project is the one. But I've thougth that before. So I'm trying to not get too optimistic, but not be discouraged either.

In other words, I'm drinking a nice Chardonnay now. A nice FRENCH Chardonnay. Fuck boycotts.