November 12th, 2005

Slayer!!

Fuck Sony Music

Lawyers: Want to teach Sony Music a lesson and prevent further stunts like this? Don't sue Sony. Sue Walmart. Sue Best Buy. Sue the top five distributors of Sony Music's virus CDs, because Sony Music and all other larger music corporations are their bitch.
Slayer!!

Live in fear

Streetwars starts in less than 48 hours. I am so amped up on paranoia that I can barely see straight. I had Streetwars dreams last night, and that's just not healthy.

Today, cjc and I are going watergun shopping. I'm also going to do some work on bikes: get the new motorcycle working, plus pull one of the mirrors off my Rally to facilitate easy lane splitting. That will give me four working bikes to ride, which will hopefully confuse my assassin.

Tonight we pick up our targets' dossiers and for the first time I'll meet the image of the person who will hopefully become my first kill in this hunt for The Most Dangerous Prey. At around the same time, someone will open an envelope with my picture in it and will begin, hopefully not too aggressively, stalking me.

Even though nobody's been assigned to me yet, I've already been more aware of what's going on around me. Every person who walks by the house gets sized up. When I left for work yesterday morning, I noticed someone sitting in their car and though, "If that happens three days from now, I'm soaking their ass." When I let Rudy out, I open the door just enough for him to squeeze through, wait a few seconds to see if he starts barking at anything, and then open it the rest of the way.

I have a feeling there isn't going to be a lot of sleeping in the next few weeks. That's just as well, as I have stalking to do.