~ it’s 4am. are the kids down the street going to run out of firecrackers anytime soon?…

~ okay, there still no access, so folks waiting for emails from us will still have to wait (emergencies can reach us on our private lines); we have colds from a spell of disorientation in a rainy chinatown; we have endured ‘blair witch 2’, ‘pushing tin’, and ‘requiem for a dream: the freaking edited version’. the man who told us that you can rot in l.a. without feeling it must come to new york city; the feeling is firing the end of every nerve at once.

~ if it isn’t one thing… just when our offices are finally getting settled – here defined by the arrivals of desks – our connection is shut off by the previous tenants. it has taken us this long to find our way into the private labs in of columbia university’s student center. take our word on this, for we are saving mr. tschumi some embarrassment and humiliation by not spreading images of it here; he is shamed enough by having to see it every day. no one can say when our network might be back up; until then, find us hanging out on the corner in front of c-town [w], with a liter of jumex in each fist.

~ why are 4×8 sheets of plywood $38 in manhattan? if any lumberyards want to donate to the construction of the angry red offices, get in touch.

~ after a morning of backing up some of our video files, we made our first foray via train into spider-man’s hometown of queens. our primary intention was to visit one of the 10 coolest things in the modern world, the unisphere, but we were surprised to find it almost upstaged by a overgrown neighbor. the possibility of a queens scene report has arisen. perhaps.

~ now you can purchase zines from the angry red planet online with paypal. you know longer need to endure the archaic system of placing grubby cash into an envelope and wondering if it will ever get anywhere safely. if you aren’t registered with paypal, do so here, then proceed to fill your summer with our american – and beyond – tales.

~ lewis black claims that new york city is the loudest city on the planet earth. the angry red planet can sympathize with him; our atmosphere is filled with motorized scooters, screeching circular saw, dirt bike wheelies, wailing sirens, twins on razors, barking dogs, blowing horns, heaving garbage trucks, and everyone in the building shouting ‘freddie’ into the courtyard next to our office window, trying to draw out the elusive superintendent.

~ thanks to the few folks who sent birthday greetings; we’ll get back to you soon, time has been taken up with moving crates about the office, modeling furniture for an affiliate, and marveling at david mack’s work on daredevil. also, typing with the keyboards on out laps and the mice on stacks of phone books and coffee boxes is inducing symptoms of carpal tunnel syndrome. we need desks.

~ hot damn! after a weeks-long struggle to enter our new new york offices , we are celebrating our birthday today six floors above the streets of harlem. as we still lack many facilities, such as furniture and our network, we are updating the log from the break room floor. we have our books and turntables and a brand new val kilmer dvd, so the evening’s office launch party may begin immediately.

~ this is also the first day of our call for an absolute boycott of both envoy properties on venice boulevard in los angeles and u-haul rental on atlantic avenue in brooklyn. they owe us $550.01 and $23.70, respectively. they are scum; it’s people like them ‘what cause unrest’.

~ it looks like we were wrong about being allowed to settle into our new offices; the crooked landlords, after taking our deposit, are hesitating and fabricating reasons and excuses as to why we can’t move into the space. once again we are meeting to move in tomorrow, but this time there is no more time for us to wait in the space we are currently dwelling. either we get the space tomorrow, or the situation comes to an dramatically unfortunate development, such as the compromise of the angry red planet’s official doctrine of pacificism.

~ the news has not been updated in a while due to our state of transience, both across the nation – twice – and across the city – infinitely. tomorrow, after two weeks of delays and excuses, we should recieve the keys to our new upper west side offices. after this, the news will flow in the usual sluggish nature in which it occurs. in the meantime, check out the media with which we have been sedating ourselves.

~ even though it is hotter than a two dollar pistol in this town, sore throats have ravaged the offices of the angry red planet; fevers and allergies followed to tag team any survivors. the quickness with which the diseases infested the offices can only be attributed to the lack of fortification which has arisen from both ‘vitality’ and ‘combat’ having been removed from our daily regimen. we do not seek pity from our gentle readers; rather, we merely offer this information as a complement to our recent lack of news. with the knowledge of this set of varied conditions, the reader may perhaps be able to deduce our most immediate histories, and he or she may forgive our lack of prolificacy accordingly.
   before this epidemic, however, we enjoyed an exciting weekend forays into the city:

~ our primary issue of locating a somewhat decent comic book store finally has been addressed; though the back issue stock is found to be wanting, and though a large portion of the store is devoted to toys and movie memorabilia, the girl behind the register—after giving us the elevator eyes—informed us that we did not need to check our bags, as did the suits before and after us. hence, “forbidden planet” at union square is our place to go, especially as vegan pizza is offered in a mediocre selection and presentation at ambitious prices just around the – well, a few – corners…

~ secondary issues of employment and habitation are still in need of being addressed. rather than expend any energy on these endeavors, we instead accompanied [k] from 1440dpi.com [w] to the most beautiful twin towers in lower manhattan, where we were free to discuss brilliant and moving issues, such as the regrettable misfortune that no one with the power has seen fit to build three or four more—pairs, of course—world trade centers in the immediate vicinity, before moving on to less crucial, but nonetheless justifiable concerns, such as which directors of the graduate program at sci-arc are most out of their league and which coordinator of the history and theory department is beating the deadest horse.

~ all this talk of ghosts in los angeles reawakened our homesickness, so, after a few minutes of looking away from a public act of fellatio on the metro, we arrived at a movie theater with the intent to assuage our nostalgia for the left coast with an intimate viewing of ‘crocodile dundee in los angeles’. this expedition ended in the dual disappointment of seeing no footage of the west side and the loss of $10 per admission. we were able to note, however, that the loew’s theater on 13th and broadway is no longer worthy of our support, as a 15-foot screen is not exactly what we expect in the second or third greatest city in the year ‘2001’ for—let’s be clear about this—$10 per admission.

~ the amounts of time and effort which sprint is spending to messages on our phones is becoming a little interesting. perhaps they have noticed that we have not responded to their literature since january, and they would like to ask if we are no longer interested in seeing paperwork from them. perhaps that is why they leave two messages a day for us. perhaps we will return the calls?

~ the discrepancy between the promise of the subheading ‘fine beverage’ and actual degree of enjoyment derived from a 28-cent can of ‘richfood birch beer’ is actually staggering.

~ the newest scene report has been linked, but it seems to lag a little between images… so, if you take a look at it, and you come to a window that is black with a little white square, then you have found a ‘loading’ screen; we just forgot to add the word ‘loading…’. we will try to patch things up and repost it in the morning, but, if you can’t wait, here it is.

~ it appears that the marvel comics section has been taken from the basement of the fao schwartz. this leaves only one reason for strolling around 5th and 59th: the hope of catching a glimpse of philip johnson hobbling from the back of a lincoln.