Sheesh. It’s bloody 2001 and there’s aren’t any Perceptron computers or cities in the clouds or world peace or little pills that contain an entire three-course meal with blueberry pie for dessert. And I was so looking forward to it. I guess it’s not all a loss: At least we have

• Foods with entirely chemical flavors
• Cars with doors that open up
• Videogames that talk to us
• Gratuitous Porn and Violence available to people around the world
• So many cable channels that I could have watched Cricket today

FeedMag did an interesting special series called The Future of Drugs the other week. One of the articles was blasting the whole Public Service Announcement anti-drug thingees that one always sees. It’s hilarious. Ya gotta love those Jim Morrison lines, such as not doing speed “because pot is less expensive”. Good times. FeedMag rules, by the way. There’s always something interesting over there - they did an article about how SimCity is influencing Urban Design a while back.

Here’s an interesting game some chicks we know made up: It’s called the “Boom Game”. Here’s how it works: You get kissed, and then you say “Boom”. You win. Not much of a point, is there? But who are we to complain, heh. One of my chicos said “Thank you” once. He lost. Although there really is no winning and losing. It’s like 4th grade YMCA soccer, where “you don’t keep score”. Except everyone does. Even though it, as mentioned before, doesn’t matter.

Anyway, those same chicks have a bunch of hand symbols for every possible event. You’ve got “Validation”, where you make a V with your hands like in the commercial. For instance, “Validation for Kwanzaa”. There’s also “Veto” where you pound your palm with the other fist, as if stamping it with a rubber stamp. This is used as the opposite of a validation. For instance: “Burger King, anybody?” “Veto!”. There are others, such as “Love” and “Big Validation”, but it would be a waste of the internet to bother to type them out.

New Years’ Eve was pretty tight. We went to one of our friend’s houses, and it’s freakin’ enormous. Hot tub, giant trampoline, drum set, gigantic speakers. The works. Plus there’s like twice as many chicks as chicos there, so it was cool. We stopped on the way home because one of other friends was throwing up from her drinking. The dry party we were at was a lot more fun. Bleh to the fools who got drunk.

MP3 Prime Cut: Ain’t Nothin’ Like A Dame by Reel Big Fish
What we need there is no substitute for (no substitute at all…)

MP3 Prime Cut: The Launch by DJ Jean
5,4,3,2,1 Ignition!