I watched The Mummy (1951 Hammer Films) on AMC Monsterfest last night. The Mummy was actually the good guy -- the British archaeologists were graverobbing punks with no respect. Unfortunately, the Mummy only got two of 'em and the third one used his wife to trick the Mummy cause she looked like his dead girlfriend from way back when. Two out of three's not bad! Keep up the good work!

Ikea furniture arrived yesterday. Some assembly was required. I was having an inordinate amount of difficulty with one particular fitting until Livia's sage advice, "That looks like pretty soft material, maybe you should just manhandle it." That worked and I have no visible scars from the experience.

Driving through Rhode Island and talking about how smoothly we zigged down the West Side Highway to achieve our new found exo-city status, Livia realized we had left our concert tickets in Manhattan. Lucky for us, Dan Godrick rummaged our apartment and mailed them just in time so we could jam to Omara Portuondo and her 14 piece Cuban orchestra. If you ever go to Boston's Orpheum theater, disregard the seat numbers, especially if your seat seems to be the nexus of all seats and is laden with several small metal badges signifying many seats in one -- as attempting to decipher the riddle of the seat numbers may lead to a night near a physically explicative elder. Omara was great, so was Barbarito Torres the supernaturally gifted Cuban Laudist.

I stopped into a little bodega last night to get some cash. The cat next to the ATM was a duplicate of Livia's parents cat and it looked at me like it expected me to hook it up with some cash when I was done. Then this lady stumbled in and asked the cashier, "you got any charcoal". The cashier responded, "finest charcoal around". The lady slurred, "I don't need a whole bag, you got anything already open?" The cashier said, "yeah, come in back." Is charcoal slang for something? I stiffed the cat and cruised.

I bought a belt that says Quicksilver on the buckle. Many people will think this is simply a brand name, I know that it is actually the name of an invisibility gland. I need to finish fixing the wall this weekend but I'm wary about sanding a substance that says "known to cause cancer in California" on the package. Maybe if I'm wearing my invisibility belt I'll be okay.

I figured out how I could write an epinion of Farscape! SciFi channel is great!

So hot... in... apartment. Radiator turned... off... but huge, thermonic pipes still eminating superheat... Must... buy... fan. Open window... get... air.

Livia started a journal at diaryland called Livialand. I created a little design for her!

I have an idea for a series of paintings but before I do it, I need to get a huge canvas and paint something huge on it so I can hang it over the interdimensional portal I have recently boarded up in the bedroom wall. I took a nap yesterday.

Hey, check out Guru.com. If four people join, I get a big, fluffy bathrobe. My bathroom opens right into my kitchen, so I need it! Guru is freelance-topia, you can find work and even bill clients from their site!

Web Review published my communistic article on customization, Customization for the People. Check it out!

I posted some of my little illustrations. There's two of the ufo 'cause I like sci fi.

It's gonna take a few days for the wall to dry, but once it does I'll have myself a bumpy, eurostyle, old-world wall. Nice! Now I just need to wait for the stuff I ordered from IKEA. I'm totally fine with my psycho-kinetic hovering while I watch TV but it freaks Livia out, she'd rather we have a sofa.

Gonna have to hit the hardware store again today. One tub of the wall schmutz didn't go very far. On the package it says, "Known to cause cancer." I'll need two or three more. I think I'll keep my eye out for a nice big painting.

The radiator in the bedroom didn't seem to be generating optimum heat. I twisted various appropriate knobs and started getting somewhere. Then I thought I'd twist a little more -- the knob shot across the room and I suddenly had an industrial situation. Vast quantities of superheated steam blasting across the room, I felt like I was in the engine room of an old school tugboat. My first thought was, "this cannot be fixed without severe injury." That spawned a second thought, "I'll turn this spinny thing to shut it off." That worked and I live to tell the tale.

The landlord said I was welcome to take down the big loft in the bedroom. I don't think he said anything about bringing down most of the wall along with it but I don't remember him actually saying, "Don't crumble the wall down to bare boards so that it looks like a bombed-out war zone." I have to check and see if the hardware store sells "wall."

Okay, TODAY is Cable Day 2000. I hope. Phone Day 2000 is Wednesday. Weird, look at this word: Wednesday. If you look at it for a few seconds, you'd swear it must be spelled wrong. When I was in second grade I was writing something and I blanked on how to spell '"eye." I knew it wasn't spelled "i" and I knew it was something easy but I couldn't think of it. I kept thinking it had a "u" it. Anyway, I eventually remembered. Also, in fourth grade my teacher said, "Isaac, you are a little behind." I was thrown off for a few seconds until I realized she was talking about my math homework.

Cable Day 2000 was a bust. I waited from 2-6 pm for the cable guy. Then I kept waiting until 8:30. At that point I gave up hope and busted out the antenna so I could watch Dark Angel. So the cable guy just flat-out never showed. Maybe he's a cyborg cable guy and his posatronic net collapsed. That must be it.

Today is Cable Day 2000. Also, my friend John started a blog featuring bold lines, links, and (coming soon) eclectic insights.

Livia made some neat little party bags for Halloween. Don't be scared by the ghost!

I got into work early this morning and had to wait an half hour for someone with a key. But that's nothing... in Antarctica, male Emperor Penguins sit on a single egg for 3 months of sub freezing arctic night without eating until the sun finally shows and the eggs hatch.

Last night I used a fork, a paper clip, and a little attachy thing to jimmy rig my new tv (cable guy is coming tomorrow) so I could watch a two hour special about Antarctica. Antarctica is freaky, it's like outer space but with penguins. Also, I don't have a belt yet, so I've looped my watch through the front two belt loops -- a new invention, "MiniBelt."

I dropped my clothes off at the laundromat this morning. It's their problem now.