Number one: let me talk about gas prices for a second, because it has become apparent to me that the Shell station by my house will be demanding some of my stock options, a stake in my future poker earnings, and the foreskin of my first-born son soon. This fucking shit is expensive. I scanned my receipt for the goddamn gas and here it is, with my annotations so you can follow along:
A corpulent plutocrat better be eating well this evening.
Jesus. Soon, gasoline will be worth far more than platinum and then Madd will have to import fake chains with tiny bottles of fake gasoline in them so he can appear to be as well off as the rappers who drive 12mpg Hummers. In reality, I was at the exact same gas station 2 weeks ago and the price was $2.01/gal. Then I stopped last week and the price was $2.11/gal. I almost choked when I saw that. This morning I pulled in for my usual gas up and saw… this. I was absolutely dumbfounded. “How could gas be that much?” I wondered aloud. No one answered by un-unspoken question. There was a lady filling up her Navigator next to me, and I was pondering whether I should ask her if she makes $100 million or $100 billion dollars a year to be filling up an SUV at $2.21 a fucking gallon.
In other news, Casperson and numerous other Connie associates have been hemming and hawing of the new look of the shuttle van for the last couple days, and I finally got some pics of it so I could make my own decision. Final result? Gay. As in, I would be ashamed to drive the thing. It wouldn’t be nearly so bad if it wasn’t half white, half dumb-ass picture. Casperson sent me a picture that I took the liberty of retouching a bit. I hope you like the results.
Yo, yo, yo post office man… HIT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!.
Har har. Here’s the full-size version of the above pic. In other Concourse news, I was sent some hilarious pictures that I decided must be revealed to the public. For all you rich, old-money ladies out there, here is why you don’t ask bellman to watch out for your fur coat while you dance around the governor.
Basketball game tonight. The season’s winding down and I for one can only say good fucking riddance. I’d rather lose to people I know I at least have a chance at beating. Currently I’m quasi-sidelined with an elbow injury, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to face Cal on Sunday, we’ll play wait-and-see on that one.
Last but not least, good to hear from Kalissh in the land of the Bucks. I checked in on the Haiku Gallery this morning and it appears that he has been on a haiku-writing ram-fucking-page lately, so check it out when you have time. A lot of it has to do with Rolling Stone magazine.