December 9th, 2000:

Going over to my brothers. Then possibly to a party at Kendra’s.

My step-brother from Vermont called me today to talk about his plans to move back here because his girlfriend is constantly “goin’ out to tha’ bar” without him. Here is an excerpt of our conversation:

“I don’t get any email, except for porn. I get like 14 of them an hour. How did these people get my email address?”

“You must have given it to them.”

“No. I didn’t”

“Have you gone to any porn site?”

“Daniel! I got the real thing right here, I don’t need that shit.”

“Have you ever typed your email address into a webpage?”

“Well. There was this one thing that said ‘make more money’, so I clicked on it and filled out all the information.”

“Is that when you started getting the porn emails?”

“No. They started coming a couple days later. And these people, sometimes they try to trick you. They’ll change who it says it from so you think ‘ooooh. I got email from someone I don’t know.’ So you click on it. But, it’s just more porn.”

I guess it isn’t nearly as funny when I type it out. But believe me, I was laughing so hard I almost stopped breathing.

I am considering seeing Soul Hat tonight at club DaDa. I gotta see if I can round up some people to go. It might be a bit hard, since most everyone is playing on going to the Local Show at the Curtain Club tomorrow to see Spoonfed Tribe.

Going out to get batteries, food, and people to go out tonight.