PayPal was supposed to go IPO this week. I don’t think they went for it. They should. That fucking thing is so good. Not only did I sell my No Doubt in Vegas tickets through eBay and got my money an hour later via PayPal (and subsequently paid Directv through my PayPal debit card) (and subsequently was able to see the Olympics) but since I now have a little cash left over in my account to spend on Ashley for V-Day, I wanted to take out some of it thru an ATM.

Well, because I’m a loser, I had forgotten my PIN number for my PayPal debit/credit card, because I never use it to withdraw cash – cuz i hardly ever have cash in there – cuz all i have in there is the $327 that the nice strangers have given me for my Snoop DeVille fund.

Lo and behold, if you go to the PayPal site and type in your password you can change your PIN number instantly!!! let me repeat that again: !!!

PayPal, after I buy a few rounds for Jeanine, I will be toasting you.

Mr. Pierce,

I think I might be the guy you are referring to in your 2/7 entry. Did the

IP address show KSC [ Kennedy Space Center ]?

I’m not by any stretch of the imagination an expert on the astronauts, let

alone the Black ones, so I’d be reluctant to be interviewed on that topic.

Plus, NASA employees are supposed to have all interviews OK’d by the Public

Affairs office. If you’re really interested in talking to someone on that

topic, I might be able to refer someone to you. Let me know. Also, if you

choose to mention this e-mail on your weblog, I’d appreciate it if you would

keep my name private.

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yay!

email me your sweet stories of this day or your not-so-sweet stories. I will add pictures and put a few of them up on my main page on Thursday. Go ahead, it’ll be fun.

There’s a lot of things that you can find on a lot of sites, but I doubt that many can boast such a sweet winkin lincoln as this.

I know that we didn’t hit upon too much Black History Month today, but today is Fat Tuesday and I’m a little hung from partying last night and interviewing one of the finest Black female web designers around. Just so happens that she is 21, single, and living large in Dallas, TX. I’m hoping to have the interview up tonight, but now her site is down for renovations, so I hope that it will be up soon, and when it is, so will be the Q & A.

Also Ashley has a few days off so she’s heading into town to share Valentine’s Day with me. Can you believe that she has never had a Valentine? All the previous Valentines that I have had will attest that I am not the best one you could settle for, but I suppose a mediocre one is better than none at all.

On a different topic, I agree with Sara that the Dog Show is mighty spectacular. And Joe Garagiola is funnier than ever. A television event totally worthy of Sweeps Week. No joke.

To The Would-Have-Beens: And on a sadder note, Greg’s Blog reminds us that today would have been Popsicko / Glitterbug / Wonderfuls front man Keith Brown’s 33rd birthday. The Wonderfuls, I am not ashamed to say it, was my favorite band in IV. Take two members of Tsar, add Greg and Keith and you must admit, it’s mighty hard to top. I am so grateful to have lived with Whalen and Greg in LA during Popsicko’s last days because I doubt I would have ventured out to places like Raji’s to watch them open for bands like Butt Trumpet (who were suprisingly spectacular).

The legend goes that Keith was either on heroin or coming off it, or there was some of it in him and it made him drowsy and he crashed his car while driving back from LA to Santa Barbara and he died.

So, needless to say, don’t drink and drive, dont do drugs and drive. Dont be sleepy and drive. Please pull over and get your Z’s.

When me and Jeanine lived together Popsicko had their practice studio right across the street and I spent many an afternoon with my tv set down playing Sega listening to them practice the tunes of their first album and loving life. Keith had those guys going over every damn note, meticulously.

Popsicko.com is now a tribute to this undisputed rock star worthy of many shrines.

fuck you fellas for sending that old gray ghost at me every morning. if he doesnt write this in the reports, heres what really happens at least once a week.

i lose him at the ralphs, i lose him at the rite aid, i lose him at wilshire and vermont, or i lose him at wilshire western.

ralphs is the easiest. it has two back doors, two mens rooms in the back area, all those aisles, all those people. rite aid has a front door and a back door and no one in there in the mornings so he can’t hide so he watches me go in the front and waits for me to go out the back. this is a child’s game and i never lose so who’s the child?

i saw you moved him in down the block. it was i who put up the “Convicted Child Molester” document on his front door last friday and laughed and laughed as it stayed up there all day saturday and all day sunday, only to be ripped down sunday evening when he got back from his weekend at his boyfriends. not that theres anything wrong with that, but theres something pisspoor about lack of professionalism and willingness to fail.

i got out of bed 10 minutes early this morning and didnt see him anywhere. saw your boy the tall marine instead. why do you all carry so much in your packs? gray hair has a backpack that is bursting, marine carries a dufflebag. how are you going to catch up to me at the wilshire fairfax 99 cent store that has a front and back door with a duffle bag through those narrow aisles? gray guy has a limp, now marine has a limp cuz i pay the bums behind Johnnies to bash their knees with a crowbar and when i worked for you i didnt get paid shit and i give those guys $20 each to crowbar your best men and $20 more if i see a limp and guess what, i give bonuses on top of that.

you trained me, you fucked with me, you lost me, you lose me.

some bright boy tried to put a bug in my water heater (!) and when i couldnt get a bunch of really hot water, guess what the mexican maintenence man found? a waterproof listening device with your signature all over it. didnt i see that at the Detective Store at Fisherman’s Wharf, but it doesnt sell, cuz it never worked. merle, it still doesnt work

i dont mind the attention, i mind the lack of respect. it’s embarrasing. it’s insulting.

you know what i’d like to see, you know what would be class? here’s what i would do if i were you: find out what the perp likes. do something that slightly alters his behavoir – and no, not a hot chick. let’s say he takes a certain bus at a certain time because he likes the driver or a passenger or an individual bus that’s clean or always empty. and then when you want to fuck with him, have his favorite busdriver turn to him one day as he’s flashing his pass, and say, “good morning, sonny.”

and that, i promise you, will ruin that fucker’s day.

now go jerk off and yell and stew, just like you always do.

09, 14, 39, 42, 44 and 11

i interviewed Oliver Willis of SportsFilter last night. i had read oliver on metafilter for some time, and then I met him at the LA Blogger party at Brian’s house. im not really one to go to mixers of any sort, but it was such a friendly invite and lots of my friends were already going, so i went and i met some very cool folks including oliver, and i hope you enjoy our conversation that took place last night.

this weekend i got to spend a lot of time with my friends that i barely see enough of and i had a chance to see “Black Hawk Down” which I really loved. i am such a pacifist, but some really good war movies can have me buzzing for days and i will say that i am still thinking about how good that movie is. at one point my date turned to me with tears in her eyes saying, “i dont want to watch this any more,” and that’s when you know you have something powerful.

best part about it: they never once play “The Space Between,” the Dave Matthews Band hit that they use in the commercials. I’ve always admired you, Ridley, but what was up with “G.I. Jane?”

I only missed one birthday this weekend, two really. My good pals Hiram and Mark both celebrated their birthdays on Sunday, but I was too beat and I had no ride to make it over to the wessside. If Karisa hadn’t been in NYC on business, I would have gone with her, but I hope they understand. Such fine gentlemen. Hiram and I hired the first 100 eReps at PeopleSupport and Mark ended up being my boss after the company laid me off and then was forced to hire me back. All of that was so wild, and now that I am removed from it a tad, perhaps a lot of the dot-coms were being run by a bunch of people that should have stayed in the fields that they had come from.

But Hiram and I were both very mellow, very idealistic, very interested in hiring the right mix of generally excellent non-assholes who got it about respect and intelligence and fun. Plus it was great to hire some amazingly hot chicks every now and then and then giggle about it later. Only once were we unsure about a hire, and she turned out to be pretty good too, so we were lucky.

Mark had the unfortunate duty of trying to manage a guy who had hired him. He did a good job, kept me happy, kept me on a team that I ended up loving almost right away. Here’s what I have to say about Mark: if you can get a guy to come in to work at 6am after he had been coming in to work Whenever He Damn Well Pleased, and do it at half his salary and stripped of any real power, and keep that fool working for you for nearly six months, you’ve acheived a miraculous feat.

So I hope your birthdays were good, my friends, and I hope the booze went down smoothly.

Emmanuelle warns me to beware Vivid, but I don’t pay for my porn. Although I trust her reporting, I find it so hard to believe that Vivid gets 150,000 guys to cough up $39.95 a month to subscribe to their website.

Not that I have any problems with the good people of Vivid, my favorite porno operation, who repeatedly has offered me a variety of employment opportunites, and whose work I admire greatly. But come on, theres so much free smut on my screen that I am often finding myself turning off pop-ups filled with colorful pictures of scantilly clad women because I just can’t be bothered with that right now. Don’t lie, you’ve done it too.

I’ve had a Hotmail account since ’97, so guess how many FREE TEEN SEX spammails I get a day? All you have to do is click one of those lies and your screen is flooded with many pages of XXX love that most normal men would be satisfied with, so why would I pay the equivalent of a month of DSL service just to see the newest stills of Janine? Didn’t I get the DSL so I could use Grokster and get it from my “friends?”

And speaking of Teen Sex, nothing is free.

i love my former teen princess, but when your girl has made the leap from $6/hr to $7.45 an hour, guess who’s paying when she says she wants a shake and some fries at the BK Lounge? And the Diet Cokes, and the Sweet Tarts, and the Pop Tarts, and the Tater Tots. Good thing I’ve got an ATM up my colon and money shooting outta my ass or I’d reconsider dating anyone without a trust fund. But I digress.

Smut.

Dear angels from the cyberworld, buxom beauties from beyond. Thank you for dropping your drawers and lifting your lace and letting us see what the Good Lord and the talented surgeons bestowed unto you, but obviously none of you has heard of supply and demand because there is so much supply that I don’t think I’ve even missed my Pictureview.com subscription for almost a year now. Pictureview, for you puritans, catalogs all of the USENET pics alt.sex.pictures.pornstars… etc. and catagorizes them and provides thumbnails and a decent search engine and no ads and charges a paltry $8/month.

People who pay for it on sites like Vivid’s are probably people who pay for it in other ways too, and people, you dont need to pay for it. Not here. Not any more. Not now.

But who am I even writing to? No one who reads my page pays for nudes, or even searches for it.

For the exception of this happening stud looking for “free pictures of bart simpson getting fucked,” or this lost soul from Baghdad searching for “lap violence girls fuck” pics.

As twisted as they are, they still know better than to pay for the milk when the teets are squirting for free.

And with that I wish you a swell weekend.

Email Greg and wish him a happy birthday.

I’ve lived 108 years. I’ve climbed every mountain, flipped off every asshole, and kissed all the pretty girls I ever yearned for. My sole regret was not joining my Daily Nexus friends to Prauge (back when it was in Czechoslovakia) and helping them start and run their glorious newspaper Prognosis. While I worked for billion dollar electronics companies, they grew their hair long, starved, wiped their asses with teeney squares of toilet paper, froze, and basically had the times of their lives.

All the big time media outlets documented their stories and ten years ago Details wrote this very nice long peice about them.

For all the kids who read this page, learn from my mistakes, the billion dollar companies will do fine without you, never miss an opportunity to change the world with your pals.

Greg’s birthday no Black History Month spotlight this morning on the main page, but here’s a picture of the first Black woman astronaut, Dr. Mae Jemison, a fellow Libra, and, as promised, a hot babe.

Mae’s mom was as school teacher and her dad was a maintenence worker in Chicago . She got undergrad degrees from Stanford in African-American studies and Chemical Engineering, she became a doctor at Cornell and even spent some time in the Peace Corps after college.

The first time that she applied for acceptance at the NASA astronaut training program she was rejected, but the next time she tried she was chosen. Out of over 2,000 applicants, only 15 were selected. When Mae successfully finished her training program she became the first Black woman astronaut. At that time only four other Blacks had ever become astronauts.

In 1992 she flew on the US/Japanese joint mission on SPACELAB making her the first Black woman in space.

Today she heads up the Jemison Group focusing on consulting on the design and implementation of solar thermal electricity generation systems for developing countries and remote areas and the use of satellite-based telecommunications to facilitate health care delivery in West Africa.

Let’s hope she’s also a Cub fan.