Giuseppe Zangara

You guys suck each other off afterwards?

No, but I've always wanted to and figured if I actually did stop there, it'd be a massive disappointment. The signs scattered alongside I-95 were a good cure for interstate delirium. The place itself? Bad food and lots of tourist shops. Also, in 2001, when a friend and I stopped by on our way up north, you could get fireworks real cheap. I don't know about now.

I have a crush on Christopher Hitchens, I think.

"Reform the Countryside" - Frog Eyes I'm sort of falling in love with this band.

An idea I've toyed with, but, as I've said, I go stir crazy driving just four hours alone. Longest road trip I've taken is from here to Providence, Rhode Island, but that was with a friend to periodically switch driving duties.

This was part of the return of a to-and-from solo trip to Atlanta. This was the longest drive I've ever taken alone; the four hours between that city and Valdosta made me realize I'll never be a trucker. does my home city make that list? Atlanta, Athens and Savannah. I rather like the first one; I haven't spent too much time in Athens, but it seemed okay; I'm sure I'd hate living in Savannah, but it's a beautiful town. This was a consideration, as there was one a few exits away. I decided against it due to my recalling Cracker Barrel's tendency to cause explosive shits about an hour post-meal. I didn't need that on the road.

Any tourists here would more likely than not go out to the beach, where they can find a number of fine seafood establishments.

We both know this is only a small part of it.

Also, re: IHOP, I realize I've dined there within the past two years, but they get a pass. Decent breakfast, if nothing else. I know of a couple of smallish eateries (one of which is less than a mile from my place) which both offer a far superior breakfast. I go to one of them whenever I go out to eat in the morning at all.

Chains. I live in a city that touches the goddamn ocean, yet people line up to get into Red Lobster. wtf, guys?

Georgia has two, maybe three decent cities; the rest of the state should be obliterated.

I'd like this gimmick better if he ever made sense. He has the language down, but things like "moxie in your humours" are illogical.

I've found shopping for a washer-dryer set to be far more intimidating than I had expected.

I was desperate. I had been driving almost non-stop, alone, for several hours. There was an Applebees located off the interstate in Valdosta, Georgia. I relished the opportunity to get off the road for a bit. And, maybe, have a decent meal. What was I thinking? Yes, it had been four years since I last stepped foot in one and about half as long since I dined at any sit-down chain, but did I think that the passage of time would have made their food any less mediocre? It's like they scientifically engineered the most flavorless, bland thing (it barely qualified as food) as possible, did a reasonable mock-up of a sandwich and called it a Roasted Turkey & Bacon Ciabatta. Then there was the waiter, a sallow-faced young man who, after giving me my food, hit me up to donate to some cancer-related charity. I was trying to fucking eat! Couldn't his employers have made the staff pick a better time to pitch to the diners, if they had to do it all? Was he oblivious to my look of disdain as he told me about some wretched, terminally ill child and her lemonade stand? Maybe he assumed my disgust was with my meal, not his form letter sob story.

So, people like this pbone guy, huh?

Or not at all.

Guinness is the only good beer of the 12 listed.

I thought that initially, but the few of his other posts I've noticed don't jibe with D so well.

I like them, but seriously, bring a pillow. Speaking of live shows, I saw Mastodon last night. Good times, save for the guy who decided to start a one-man pit right behind me during the set-closing "Blood and Thunder."

Someone give me the scoop on this talkative youngster.

Thread deserves to be updated more than it is. I'm still on The Executioner's Song, though I'll have it finished within the next couple of days. Mailer's handling of the material makes for the most jarring, unbiased treatment I've ever encountered over the argument of the death penalty. Though the events depicted within the book are now 30+ years old, there's more than enough human drama and political grist for either side in the debate regarding capital punishment, even to this day.

Sex can arguably be construed as a vice; there's a point where getting so much tail from as many sources as possible is an addiction, "monogamy isn't natural" arguments be damned. Also, really, anything pursued for no greater purpose than personal pleasure can be considered a vice. Also, re: Agent's pothead days, the day I met the dude, he was obv. blazed the whole time, but, when he smoked me up, he had no trouble annihilating me in under five minutes in a game of chess. Granted, I had only started playing a couple of weeks prior to our meet-up, but the way he so casually handed my ass to me while being under as much influence of controlled substances as I was was certainly impressive.

Spector's work on this album is something beautiful. That crazy, bastard murderer.

Let's all listen to End of the Century.

Cathartic.