Michael R. Barrick's blog

This is the funniest thing I've seen since Bill Gate's "640 K" quote:

"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music."

- Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/26532.html

I forgot to mention this. It occurred to me walking to work this morning. There was this woman wearing a DKNY t-shirt. Sorry, ma'am, but just because it says DKNY and it cost you $75 doesn't mean it still isn't fucking underwear with an ad on it. Like those four letters make it chic. They just make it stupid. Could have just as easily pinned three $20 bills to the front of a good-quality $15 blank t-shirt for the same effect.

Just because something is expensive does not mean it is in good taste.

So we got free ice cream at work today. Woo-hoo - sugar rush right before walking home. Today was such a great day to walk, except for the evil revenge of "Song in Your Head Boy" - of all the dumb things to get stuck in my head on the way home I had "I have spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle\as I go walking merrily along"!! Pure, self-induced torture that was.

Blah. I'm sleepy today. I've got two hours to go and I have pretty much run out of steam. The stuff I was working on this morning was interesting but now I've just got dull stuff to do. I can't wait to go home and finish off the leftover Chinese food from last night along with a pint of Guinness.

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/25728.html

This is all Sleepless Knight's fault. After introducing him to northern European food last night we got to talking about different cuisines. I now find myself craving Chinese food and very impatiently waiting for my favourite takeout place to open at 4:30 so I can feed my hangover. Normally I'd go for a "Greek Burger" at the Vine Yard or some really greasy bacon and eggs, but nooooo not today. Today I am dying for fried rice and sweet and sour pork balls....

Do you know where your brain is?

I have not been so covered in lipstick since I was whoring around at the Catwalk at C6. In deference to the official status of my divorce I was asking every cute girl at the club to kiss me on the cheek. As I got drunker I extended that to anyone who was wearing lipstick. I've got some photos that I'll post tomorrow.

I am just waiting for Opium to pick me up to go to Sanctuary. I was determined to go out and celebrate my divorce tonight but now I find myself confused. Ivana called. I was sure it was hopeless and I was determined to move on, now I don't know again. This is killing me.

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/24816.html

So I talked Evilyn into going to Isaac's new night at 23 West (tentatively named "Netherworld") because I wanted to drink, damnit. I had my usual warm-up quadruple Bombay and tonic as she was on her way over and we headed to Gastown. Because she was still sleep-deprived from her camping trip she wanted coffee so we parked and went to the Starbucks by the steam clock. She got a venti frappuccino, which is pretty much a coffee-slurpie - they're huge. I got my usual double tall latté - doubles are so much more efficient...

I went to the bank again today. I managed to get everything done by phone at work yesterday but I decided it would be a good idea to go in and do some ass-covering today. I got a money order for my rent, got them to put the $500 back in and took everything else in cash. At this point the only the only thing that could potentially fuck up is the replacement cheque for the one that was supposed to be reversed. But I don't give a rat's ass about that since the only way it could bounce now would be the bank's fault, not mine.