The last word on Moby’s Internet strike, as he has finally admitted it’s been a miserable failure:
ok, some random things:
Sep 27, 2006 – nyc
a-i really don’t like the smell of dial soap. i was in a bookstore yesterday and i accidentally washed my hands with dial soap and then my hands smelled of dial for 12 hours. gross. i’m not trying to pick a fight with the good people at dial soap, inc. but dial soap smells weird and i don’t like it.
b-i went to a fundraiser for amend.org. what a great organization with a great precept. the #1 cause of death for kids in the developing world between the ages of 4 and 21? injury. not illness. not malaria or aids. injury, and usually car accidents.
amend.org is smart. give kids reflectors and they’re less likely to get hit by cars. spend 20 cents on a reflector as opposed to hundreds of dollars on medical care. it’s smart.
c-my email fast has become an email diet. i’m restricting myself. my original idea was to get rid of:
phone, email, internet, etc, and just sit on my front stoop for an hour a day. it seemed like such a civilized idea. if you wanted to talk to me you could just meet me on my stoop. it ultimately seemed to be a bit too impractical.
d-it’s time for sleep.
And the next day?
dial soap…seriously, i had to wash my hands 10 more times with dr bronners soap in order to make my hands not smell like dial soap. again, i’m not picking fights with dial inc, but that dial soap smell makes me queasy. hell is a room with wasps who smell like dial soap. wasps the bug. not wasps the people(aka-my people. aka-white anglo saxon protestants. aka-when/if i have children it cannot be with a white anglo saxon protestant or else our children will be inbred. just fyi. i need to make babies with someone from a different genetic line in order to keep the gene pool healthy and interesting).
So ladies, when you visit Moby on his stoop, good gag gift:
Hey, and if you’re not a WASP you might get laid!