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brain and ass
Sunday, January 23 2000
At the time, all the sex and hoopa heepa during last night's show in Los Angeles didn't particularly arouse me. It was more of a spectacle. But the moment Kim and I got into bed I was a completely renewed man. We woke up and did the deed three different times. I wasn't good for much other activity today, what with the hangover.
Upload your mind and your ass will follow.
Yes, for some time I've been thinking about what will happen when computers get to the point where they can interface with and emulate genuine human beings. The latest issue of Wired heightened my interest with its specific issues on this subject and its overall millenium-inspired content.
In the evening, Matt Rogers was off hanging out with his mother and Kim and I were soon embroiled in another terrible fight. In this case, the fight came after Kim saw a web page on my computer which was written by some polyamourous goth chick. I'd hit the page while doing a narrow Altavista search and had made the mistake of not closing the window. Soon enough, the questions began, Kim demanding to know how I'd made it to the page. When I told her that I didn't really remember, she accused me of lying to her. I was trapped. There was nothing I could do or say to convince her that I didn't know how I'd made it to this page. So I was in trouble. The preposterousness and inescapability of this situation absolutely enraged me, and I shouted and cursed and stomped and screamed and demanded that Kim leave me the fuck alone, but of course she wouldn't and I knew she wouldn't. I wished I had a car just so I could get away and be free. But I didn't have a car. I was a prisoner in Kim's golden cage. Worst of all, the fight began during the Simpsons and, consequently, I completely missed tonight's episode.
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