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03 2004

Wed, 31 Mar 2004

Well, today I spent most of my afternoon working hard on Best of the Bay awards for the East Bay Express. They've really turned into quite a good little mine for me. I've gotten a bunch of small but profitable work from them of late, and there really isn't any end to it in sight. I love weeklies!

That is, of course, unless the weeklies refuse to acknowledge my existence. I swear, San Francisco is such a closed book. There's absolutely no way to write for the fucking Guardian unless you are all up someone's ass. Not unlike many other places I work for, cept I already knew the ass to crawl up in those venues. Besides, The Guardian is not a reputable journalistic outlet. They don't check facts, they blatantly lie, and they act like super elitests, despite their communist attitude.

I spent the rest of my day trying to figure out this Debian beast that I've been newly introduced to. It's quite interesting and confusing at the same time. I just know Bind is gonna get me rooted. I probably shouldn't even have mentioned that I'm running that unreputable program here in this public forum. But oh well. There it is, Haxors. Attack.

There are a couple new galleries up, too, so have a loko around the front page. Just don't snicker at the state of Chris' former office. It's been significantly improved since those pictures were taken.

It's a bit late in coming, and no one is actually reading this yet, so it's a moot point... But if you have a weak stomache, I would recommend against coming to this site tomorrow. April fools day and what not. I have the distinct feeling that I am about to be hacked....
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Tue, 30 Mar 2004

F'real

So this is the live action tip tapping bad assing blog of my motherfucking website. We went to the graveyard on Friday night. The Piedmont Graveyard. It's absolutely immense. After a short period of walking around and taking random photos, we attracted the attention of the security guard. He drove through and spotlighted everything, an act which took him around 30 minutes.

So we slunk along towards the front gate at the urging of V who said "Arrrr so they catch us? They'll just walk us out and say off with ya!" Though, in reality, she didn't actually say it like a pirate. Well, we walked along until we started seeing his headlight sup behind us in the hills. So Jen, V, and I ducked under a small tree and huddled to make ourselves look like sticks, berries, and leaves. It must have worked, because despite our constant chatter, twitching, and fidgetting, and in spite of the guard's three passes not more than 40 feet from us, he eventually left the graveyard.

But he just sat in his car on the other side of the fence. Waiting. Listening to the radio or some such thing. As soon as he exited, another car was waiting and the guard walked over to talk through the gate with the unknown other person. I am convinced this other car was a cop, but V's not so sure, and she has much better eyesight than I do.

So the ladies lay under the tree, watching, watching, waiting, shivering with cold. I finally got up and walked back into the graveyard to piss. When I returned, from quite a great length no less -- we determined that it was safe to walk on. We had to find another way out. Esspecially because the guard didn't seem to be moving away from the gate.

We walked the perimeter of this giant graveyard. I have no idea how large it is, but we spent two hours searching for a break in the fence. When we finally did get down to a decent spot, it was still way up in the hills on Broadway Terrace. V and Jen took a little bit to climb the barbed wire fence at the bottom of the hill. Jen even had to take her shoes off to get footholds. But we all made it over. When we first arrived at the bottom of the hill, however, a young woman with thick dreads was walking along the opposite side of the road near the gas station, and V and Jen hid. I just laughed at them and climbe dthe fence to taunt them from the other side.

The walk home from there was very long. But it was quiet and fun.

The following day, we drove through the graveyard in daylight. At the top of the hill across from a Jewish section on a descending hill, we found a work area that was off limits to the public, though it was not locked. We found broken headstones and the concrete boxes they place cofins in before they cover the holes.