for your back-to-back-to-back world champeen los angeles lakers.

last night i got invited to see the space station fly across the friendly skies, of all things. and no one else wanted to do anything with me last night, so i said, y not.

Heres what our instructions were:

The International Space Station with the Space Shuttle Endeavour

Face the northwest at 9:45 p.m. on Thursday the 13th, and look just above the horizon for what will look like a slowly moving airplane, but without flashing running lights, appearing as bright as the brightest stars (magnitude -0.8). It gains altitude, and a minute later passes to the left of the Big Dipper, just missing the bowl. It is directly overhead at 9:47 p.m. It continues on, passing left of the bright star Arcturus, and then fades out just before 9:48 p.m., still high in the southeast, when it moves into the earth’s shadow.

got picked up, drove up vermont to griffith park, expected a lot of people and traffic and space station viewers but we may have been the only ones there for that.

the griffith park observatory might be closed for a few years for renovations, but the stars and the incredible view of the city needs no improvements, it was beautiful and very clear.

unfortunately neither of us had a watch so now and then we thought we saw the space station but it was just a plane.

then, we spotted it, and it wasnt as bright as the north star, which was super bright last night, but it was bright and it was at the horizon and three minutes later it was directly above our heads so let me tell you, that thing was booking and thats something i dont understand.

how can something that is way up in space speed across the sky faster than a plane going from the valley to LAX?

see what happens when you write poems during science class?

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26. http://www.unablogger.blogspot.com

i do.

my heart is warmed by all the people and all the sites that have linked me and want to link me.

i hate to do this, but i must now be a little more specific than i was when i last chatted with destiny’s child.

when she and i meant “link” we meant a permanent link on the left- or right-hand side of your blog.

see how nice heather did it? perfect. now, what prof. glenn just did, well, that’s nice, but its not a permanent left hand link, so, it doesnt count.

speaking of rabbit, she and i had a very pleasant interview last night after sonny left and we penciled in a follow-up tonight, so perhaps next week you can see what happens when two heavyweights of blogging chat with each other.

it will be a much different conversation than what dawn and a.beam and weiss and matt moore had last night, but i got mentioned so all’s good. although it seems like moore wanted to start a little tiff with me.

perhaps he should continue to stroke his poll(s).

but you, know, he did link me last week so i’ll give him a pass. sarcasm is hard to pick up in print.

and besides, i know who a.beam is, and he doesnt.

ha!

anyway, i thank you unablogger for getting the troops together. nothing like a site of half naked chicks, scratch that, totally naked chicks, to get people to do things. and thanks to Ye Olde Blog, damn you get a bunch of hits, girl.

always seems to know when my house is clean, or i have a nice new bottle of rum, or beer in the fridge, or something worthwhile over at the house that he can put his dirty paws on.

last night he came over for the game.

i was on the computer, trying to ignore him. no such luck.

he found my diary. my real one. he was flipping through it.

“your handwriting is horrible.”

i do that so that creeps like you will get frustrated and quit reading.

“fuck, man, you were getting That chick?”

i was being used. it’s not what it looks like.

“how on Earth are you doing this?”

cycles. sometimes youre up sometimes youre down. it has zero to do with me, trust me. zero.

“so when is my cycle going to come?”

well, you, sonny, have bad karma, your time might not ever come.

he kept reading. we ignored the game. around the fourth quarter he turned on howard stern, but crawled into a little ball like a chick and read more of my diary. it was the most that ive ever seen him read at one sitting.

when the game was over he flipped around the stations and eventually finished my diary.

“so let me get this straight. there are three girls youre chasing now. one girl is crazy about you and will do anything for you. the other is on the fence, she wants to be your girl but only if you settle down with her. and the other isnt at all interested in you.”

first of all, im not chasing anyone. so maybe you should read that shit again.

“i say you go for the girl who loves you.”

listen to me, im not going for anyone. it’s called dating. you should try it. you get to meet people. meeting people is nice sometimes.

“but instead of going for the one who loves you, you’re blowing her off. and it sounds like youre blowing off the fence-chick too, who, by the way is hotter than all three of them.”

okay, you drank all the beer. fucker. youre drunk. one girl cant be hotter than all three of them if shes one of the three! and i told you not to put your butts in the bottles, that shit is sick.

“then find your one stupid ashtray!”

i think you should go home now.

“but the psycho thing is, you’re fully going for the one chick who isnt even slightly into you.”

what are you even reading?

“this chick barely even knows you exist and you write about her like crazy. you should get your head examined.”

leave my house. go bother someone else. leave.

“i agree with ashley, i think you’re gay.”

exunt. be gone with you. adios.

“and get some ashtrays, asswipe.”

hi blog.

whats this i hear you want to stop this thing we have going?

yeah, i think blogs should end after a year.

thats the dumbest thing i ever heard.

well, youre biased, now arent you.

dont you love me?

very much so. more and more every day.

are you going to leave me for another blog?

no, i dont think so, im extremely loyal.

but youre such a great writer.

shut up.

no, dude, im serious, while youre saving the world, all the other blogs tell me how great it must be to be your blog.

if you dont shut up i’m going to delete you.

you dont have the guts to delete me.

that might be, but i can be pretty spontaneous. i’ll delete you and regret it later, but you’ll be gone never the less.

please dont say things like that.

ok, sorry.

why are you such an idiot?

beats me.

well, you will have to keep me going, 25 blogs have already linked us.

26. http://www.blogrolling.com

twenty-six as of today, but we’ll never make it to 100 by july 9.

you never know. i know a lot of blogs. they want to save this good thing we’ve got.

dont you want to quit on top?

who says we’re on top?

me.

well, youre not even in the top ten in hits.

so.

so what makes you think we’re on top?

me.

yeah, but you’re insane. you know, nobody thinks like you do. have you realized that yet?

you’re boring me now, im going to go.

one more thing, why arent you dating chicks your own age?

chicks?

you know what i mean.

i do. they just dont like me so much.

why dont you date karisa?

we’re just friends.

that chick’s hot, are you gay?

no, and shes the wrong sign, anyway.

okay, you are gay.

dont say things like that, it’s rude.

okay, youre the stupidest person i ever met. i wish you never created me.

now you see why i dont ever talk to you in public.

i hope you get a paper cut today.

i love you too.

by the way the first real blog entry was in august. im not truly one years old until then.

details, details.

reynolds will never permalink you.

i dont blame him, youre not even very entertaining.

it feels like

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhweeeeep

you barefooted commieloving third world ingrates.

can you even count to 13?

time accepting Good in their lives?

yes.

do i, sometimes, have a hard time accepting Really Good in my life?

no.

not me.

im perfect.

all i shoot for in life is fun and good.

so why would i avoid it when it comes?

or be freaked by it?

theres no way that i would have a problem with a bucket of moola on my front porch with a note that says “no strings attached” or a brokendown bus of cheerleaders in town for the national poetry convention who need to use a telephone,

or true love

of false love

or true false love

or lust

or flirtation

or the opportunity to make my personal and professional dreams come true.

no, i wouldnt have any problems with any of those things. i would accept it all, take it all in stride, thank the Lord and go to the next step.

i would never dwell.

i do things textbook. perfect. as it should be.

i come correct.

in fact i dont have a personal or psychological stain on my entire soul.

im just like you.

thats why we get along so well.

we know theres no such concept of too much of a good thing.

so if the coppers drag me out again, tonight, after happy hour, remind them who the fuck theyre hasseling, yo.

25. http://www.tinylittlepenis.com

i do.

kate has finally started a rock n roll blog. shes a famous music journalist and her blog is so cool, and it’s only just begun.

dan is sara’s main squeeze and he has a new blog. you know sara because i link to her and if you didnt read her post yesterday about getting drunk with the Lampoon boys during her stint at Harvard, you’re missing out. i would love more of these stories, btw, since that is a world that i will probably never even visit. so educate us. and its always nice to know that the normal fugly guys can get smooched by the hotties too.

ian knows more about art noise punk rock pop than i will ever, and hes a hippie and hes a vegan, so how cant you love him?

mc brown’s site is one that i go to every day. even though i disagree with him about Tearing Down a Bowling Alley for a school, i still admire his mad skillz and his always-terrific photography.

amy doesnt write nearly enough, but i guess she can say the same for me. shes one of the coolest people ever.

and last, but not least, is Rabbit, who is an aquaintence, since we’ve never been in each other’s homes, and have only talked at parties together, we have lots of mutual friends and are basically neighbors. but shes a fantastic writer, and far hotter than that chick who beat her for hottest babe blogger or whatever craziness that was. and speaking of craziness she is going to post on her blog every hour today, so she says, so stay tuned.

hopefully she will still have something to say after i get back from my dentist appointment this evening (around 7ish) so that i can interview her for you, the good people of the web.

p.s. after you fall in love with these sites, please dont completely abandon me, come back from time to time to say hi.