The girls on the beach

beach quickie

...are out of my reach. They're too damn young. They didn't build em like that when I was an awkward teen. If only I was a zillionaire rockstar... I tell ya, Tom Cruise is off his fuckin nut to go ape over one lone girl. But its no surprise, that Scientology crap turns your brain into mush.

This hotel computer is unbearably slow. Must be dial up. What's worse, is since its shared for the whole damn joint, I have to wait for some fuckin travelin shit salesman from Jerkwater, Michigan to finish up lookin at the Bass Pro Shop site, and porn (I wish I was kidding).

I've been eating and drinking fairly well, but not accomplishing much else. I brought some DVDs up with me, but fell asleep about halfway thru Team America; World Police. I did see the deleted sex scene which was at once hilarious and deeply disturbing. Lots of classic lines. The music is great. Can't wait to see the rest.

I've also made some serious headway into The Studs Lonigan Trilogy. The first book, Young Lonigan, is only 200 pages. The other two are each more than double that length. I'm nearly done with YL. Farrell gets a bit too deep into descriptions for my taste. The first 60 pages of YL describe one long night. The next 20, a brief afternoon... He follows that pattern of allowing himself plenty of freedom to really stretch out. Taken as a trilogy, 100 pages out of 1000 is not too much to set up characters. I just hope there is a payoff.

Every morning I pick up my complimentary copy of USA Today, turn to the sports, and play "Search For The White Sox Score." According to the biased liberal media, the Yankees doing nothing is still a bigger story than the Sox off to the best start in franchise history, owning the best record in baseball... I say - "KILL 'EM ALL!"