Wednesday, August 06, 2003
1. so, okay. i've seen tony clifton three times in edinburgh. once watching the free belly dance performance, singing along and half-gyrating. once on a public bench wearing a red-white-and-blue lei. and once today striding through the crowd, wearing what looked like four giant cell phones in padded cases strapped to his multiple belts. sideburns, shades and creepy mustache constant throughout.
2. edinburgh has a fucking robot store. www.iirobotics.com. girls love it.
3. it isn't a 'store,' it's a 'shop.' i love shops.
4. host dad asked his wife yesterday to pass the cookies by saying, 'could i have a wee bickie before i go?'
5. crappy summer jobs and disgust with tourists are universal, so i don't blame you, young bagel shop workers. i wouldn't want to take my order either.
6. if the show is so crappy it's making us unhappy (and it is it is it is), i'm going to take every morning off from my incessant flyering to have a cup of coffee and read the paper. so there.
7. wee bickie, wee bickie, wee bickie.
2. edinburgh has a fucking robot store. www.iirobotics.com. girls love it.
3. it isn't a 'store,' it's a 'shop.' i love shops.
4. host dad asked his wife yesterday to pass the cookies by saying, 'could i have a wee bickie before i go?'
5. crappy summer jobs and disgust with tourists are universal, so i don't blame you, young bagel shop workers. i wouldn't want to take my order either.
6. if the show is so crappy it's making us unhappy (and it is it is it is), i'm going to take every morning off from my incessant flyering to have a cup of coffee and read the paper. so there.
7. wee bickie, wee bickie, wee bickie.
