~ though it has been a couple of days, we are still tired of hearing the question of whether or not the grammy awards are given to acknowledge important contributions to music or just to acknowledge a high volume of sales. yearly, this question appears, in every corporate awards show; yearly, the people posing it feel as though they have discovered an original viewpoint. however, in a study unscientifically conducted by the angry red planet, it has been determined that the people who actually give a durn about the grammy awards – either watching them, worrying about them, talking about them – are exactly the same people that value the music that brings in lots of money. it is amazing that anyone is surprised when drollery wins awards, considering the award show itself is drollery. anyone who thinks that a freaking television show somehow should set higher standards are the biggest fools, because the show itself is an aspect of the low standards of entertainment. regardless, eminem is a punk-ass piece of crap.

~ ‘feeling my best was never good enough…’

~ 19 more hours…

~ ‘after i’m through singing this song, i’ll forget about you…’

~ 45 more hours…

~ why is it that 6 hours of ‘working’ ends up with 30 minutes worth of work produced?

~ why does an application allow us to create a 3d model that the same application can not render, even on a dual-processor, 512mb g4? weak.

~ the thesis-victory viewing of a new dvd – ‘stargate’, ‘id4’, or ‘das boot: director’s’ cut’ – is in jeopardy due to the disproportionate ratio of available funds to the unrealistic prices of a used dvd. those who would like to contribute to the angry red planet dvd coffers are welcome to make a safe, secure donation via paypal….

~ as our hardware woes have been alleviated by the installation of two 40gb titan hard disks, we are, for the present, not in any dire need for new machinery. so, any macintosh hardware that has been slated for delivery to the angry red planet should be ‘donated’ instead to rasterboy enterprises [w] (please send only g4 or above).

~ we have not verified yet the authenticity of this piece of writing, forwarded to us by from the ground [w], but its lucid and inspiring beauty should be shared regardless.

the angry red planet wishes the best for sr. marquez:

“Gabriel Garcia Marquez has retired from public life due to health reasons: cancer of the lymph nodes. It seems that it is getting worse. He has sent this farewell letter to his friends. Please read and forward to any who might enjoy it. This is possibly, sadly, one of the last gifts to humanity from a true master. This short text, written by one of the most brilliant Latin Americans in recent times, is truly moving:”

“If for an instant God were to forget that I am a rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life, possibly I wouldn’t say all that I think, but rather I would think of all that I say. I would value things, not for their worth but for what they mean. I would sleep little, dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.

“I would walk when others hold back, I would wake when others sleep. I would listen when others talk, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream! If God were to give me a piece of life, I would dress simply, throw myself face first into the sun, baring not only my body but also my soul. My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show. Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem, and a Serrat song would be the serenade I’d offer to the moon. With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their thorns, and the red kiss of their petals…

“My god, if I had a piece of life… I wouldn’t let a single day pass without telling the people I love that I love them. I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love. I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to be in love! To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his own. I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but with forgetting. So much have I learned from you, oh men…

“I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain, without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled. I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father’s finger, he has him trapped forever. I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his feet. From you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won’t be of much use, for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily shall I be dying.”

-Gabriel Garcia Marquez

~ are you looking for the popular nader + election rants? go here.

~ are you looking for the popular val kilmer movie? go here. (then go rent ‘real genius’ instead)

~ except for the occasional napster visit, i’m not a huge fan of rage against the machine, but some reason, i regret the news [cdnow.news] that zack de la rocha is dropping out.

~ a frenchman just walked by and called me ‘green boy’, which i am sure is supposed to be a compliment.

~ what use is a stealth fighter that can be picked up by a united airlines ‘on-board collision avoidance system’? [cnn.com] perhaps the next ‘state of concern’ that the u.s. goes after can hire some of the troubled united workers, since they seem to have no problems finding the f-117 ‘stealth’ fighter on radar…

~ quote of the day: ‘[being strip searched by american airlines]…intensified our vigilance and hatred towards the united states.’
-li hyong choi, the north korean ambassador to the united nations.

that’s all it takes? what about the over $1 billion in delinquent dues that the united states owes to the united nations?

~ when we are not suffering in the sweltering heat of downtown l.a. or chasing the neighborhood kids from the grounds of our wild rabbit refuge, we are working on a postcard and poster for woodbury university.

~ labor day was monday. there is no excuse for comic book delivery to be postponed until thursday for a holiday that was 48 hours ago…

~ the angry red planet vacation continues with the latest media consumed:
‘the mission’ with robert deniro
‘starship troopers’ with neil patrick harris
‘the stranger’ by albert camus
‘the road to wigan pier’ by george orwell
‘the thin red line’ with sean penn and nick nolte
‘mystery men’ with paul reubens
and ‘4, a universe x special’ by jim kreuger and brent anderson.

~ also consumed were a few dozen figs straight from the branches of a pair of fig trees discovered by an abandoned house we were inspecting; sickness followed.