1.30.2005

heard in the casino today:

"Everything is broken."
- a broken floorman

1.26.2005

Every week I think next week will be less of a headache, and every week is the same runaround. At least it's making the years of the Moron presidency go faster. Really, everything in my life would be OK and very pleasant if about 3 things were different:
1. THINGS I BUY DID NOT BREAK: Including cars, computers, internal organs. This will never happen because they need us to keep buying the new crap ro replace the old crap.
2. CORPORATIONS DID NOT TRY TO SUCK MONEY OUT OF ME AND EVERYONE I KNOW: This will clearly never end either. (I think of my landlord under the umbrella of "corporation" since he has a similar extreme-prejudice mindset) In some jobs, not mine, you get a periodic COLA (Cost of Living Adjustment) raise in pay level. Whether you get this COLA or not, our corporate friends are always working on raising your COBA (Cost of Being Alive, which I just made up). So that while you may have a job, the cost of you having that job and participating in society is a mass of fees and service charges and gas and insurance and FKKKKKING CELL PHONE PLANS that are designed to suck that little portion of money you're making right back up into the upper echelons, and by echelons, I mean "assholes."
3. I DID NOT TRY TO BE AN ARTIST: This, actually, is the main problem. If it weren't for this I could happily spend all my free time watching old episodes of Robotech, which is very cost-efficient and doesn't run you into too many problems with external hard drive data transfer rates.

1.20.2005

Not spending any $ today...

Not only to protest the war and the inauguration of the the rich snob idiot murderer, but also because it makes good financial sense for me. I should put a Not One Damn Dime Day on my schedule at least twice a week. I am going to work tomorrow, though, and am not sure whether the performance of my job will violate the principle of NODDD. We do have to spend money on tips and collection, although technically it's not my money, and furthermore it's not even really money, but casino chips. Somehow I think that my little part in the daily stimulation of the casino economy is not in the same part of the Venn diagram as the greater military-industrial economy that we are protesting today. The money that flows through the casino can't really be considered "spent," anyway, it's more in the category of "wasted" or "given away." True, all that money tends to flow upwards towards fat cats, much like the money spent on gas and candy bars; but in this case the fat cats are an elite and super-insular group of casino owners, who very well may be bastards, but they're Larry Flynt-type bastards and not Kenneth Lay-type bastards. (I can feel the foundation of my argument slipping away even as I try to finish this sentence....)

1.12.2005

The sun came out today, drying off LA, re-invigorating everything and once again reminding artists everywhere of their utter futility. Because there's nothing better than that.

1.01.2005

Well that was about the least fun New Year's Eve spent in a casino ever. Where were the mobs of people? Where were the fights? Where were the drunk drug dealers with their bored girlfriends? I suppose there might be some distant connection in the fact that the clientele is 99% Asian and most of Asia is also suffering the worst Roman Calendar New Year ever. Maybe it's just not the time for us to be festive.