Thursday, August 28, 2003
Everyone enjoy Mars? Well it sucked. The Mars thing last night was on par with Haley’s Comet. It was like looking at a normal star but through an orange filter. I’ve made better planet photos with Photoshop. In fact I downloaded the Mars filter Plug-in this morning. It’s kind of like the Lens Flare filter but only smaller and subtler and only the seasoned graphics retouchers can notice it on an image.
I suppose you cunts with cool telescopes got to see all the supposed cool stuff. I bet you invited all your cunt friends around for dinner and Mars. Well let it not be said I didn’t try getting my hands on one of those telescope things. I phoned George Bush last week and asked him if I could borrow Hubble, and he said, ‘no.’ Seems he was having some sort of State dinner and Mars. Anyway, if any of you would like to buy one of my pictures of Mars, send me an email. Until then, go die.
Hooker 10:57 AM
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Wednesday, August 27, 2003
So I'm having one of those 'what does it all mean?' things and I have no idea what it all means. I thought perhaps the Deer Institute would know (cause they helped me tons through my, 'I may be turning into a deer' phase), so I tried writing them a letter but couldn't get past the Dear Deer Guys. I think I can only be happy when I'm miserable. So what does it all mean? Anyone?
I also feel like crap today. Haven't felt this way since my early blog days. Beer and whiskey don't go together, or is that beer and battery acid, I always get confused between the two.
Hooker 10:58 AM
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