hello. my name is jim bishop. this is what i look like today:

 

what a weekend! friday night was all about the consumption of beef and its various products. i went to the salt lick with some friends from work, and we disposed of an egregious amount of meat. so much in fact that i decided to stop eating red meat again this weekend. yes! you heard it hear first. i'm trying to stop the clogging of my arteries starting .... now. no, wait, ... now. anyway, on saturday, i went to brunch at juan in a million with lane, ben, peter, jason, courtney, and some other woman whose name i can't remember. she lives down the street from me. does that fact that i have a URL for everyone scare you as much as me? i saw this ad for register.com this weekend that stated, "in the future your domain name wil be your telephone number, your physical address, " and your social security number... oh well, it is becoming harder to find domain names that haven't been snatched up by damn, dirty realtors. the big topic of conversation was deepleap's (lane, courtney, ben and bryan's company) rave review in this month's playboy. i know, i know. who knew they had a wired section? look for a review of deepleap on CNET this week as well. peter and jason are from out of town, san francisco and minnesota respectively, so they were very hot here in the 105 degree heat. after much hemming and hawing, mostly on lane's part, we took them out to pedernales falls. same group as this morning, except we added bryan, and we traded in the woman whose name i can't remember for another woman named pat. she works at human code. i don't know her URL. :-) just so everyone is clear on this subject: to get to pedernales falls, you take ben white to 290. when you get to the Y in oak hill go left, thus staying on 290. get it? got it? good. saturday night was made for alcoholic libations. first, i met the same crew as above except we traded in pat for arianna at nuevo leon. there i drank a fruity, frozen margarita. then we went to my south austin bar, the g&s lounge. have i yet explained what a great bar the g&s is? every beer is $2! they have popcorn! they have a great jukebox! i can't say enough good things about that place. anyway, i got to see the ben brown love machine in action. we're standing at the bar talking, and this woman who couldn't have been more than an inch or two over four feet tall gets in line behind us. ben immediately stops our conversation, turns to her, and says, "damn! you're short." i disappeared at this point. oh well. sunday was a relaxing day at home. margaret made me french toast. we lounged around the house just piddling (that's my mother's word) until around four. at which point we went to see but i'm a cheerleader at the dobie. the film's website sums it up like this: A candy-box colored satirical comedy of sexual disorientation, BUT I'M A CHEERLEADER chronicles the life of Megan, a typical teenager coming of age in anything but a typical fashion. Megan's super normal suburban existence is filled with friends, pom-poms and rah-rah enthusiasm until her straight-laced parents suspect that their "little poodle" may, in fact, be showing lesbian tendencies. In a complete panic, Megan's parents elicit the help of her friends and the guidance of the homosexual rehabilitation facility, True Directions, to mount an intervention. very campy film. but what can you expect? rupaul is in it! afterwards, margaret and i went to thai noodle house on 26th for dinner. i loved it; margaret said she tasted MSG. then, she told me the wackiest story. she says that she thinks MSG is addictive--not like heroin addictive, more like carmex addictive, and that's why after you eat asian food you're want more 30 minutes later. can anyone confirm or deny this tale?? we capped off our evening at target where i got put on a new moratorium. i have been on a shoe moratorium. last night, i put myself on a bag moratorium. i bought yet another messenger bag. (but this one is black!!) anyways...

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