Hoot.
19 July 1998
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19 July 1998
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2:21 AM: Late, late, late, late. Long day today. I thought I would see how much of a walk it really is from here to downtown, since I was heading there to see Wild Things and Out of Sight at the Empire anyway. So I walked there, and it's not too bad. I knew that, honestly, this is a small city; you can easily walk from the Bay to the ocean in a few hours.
Much opportunity for shopping along the way, or at least attempted shopping - stores close so damn early on Sundays. I blame God. But, it's just as well, since payday isn't until Wednesday. If I'm going to start walking any serious distances, I have to get something besides Converse sneakers. Not that my boots wouldn't do, but ... well, they're brown. And we know about Brown Shoes.
I did have time to fall in lust with the new G3 Powerbooks, though. MMM mm mmmm mm mmm mm MM! Especially with the nice 19" external monitor they had set up. Hey, it's only $5000, right? Debt! It's the American Way! Sigh. No, bad consumer, go sit in the corner and read Schumacher. But they are pretty.
The movies were OK, by the way. Wild Things wasn't as good as the previews, shock, but Neve Campbell is still my 2nd favorite Bad Girl, right after Fairuza Balik, and there's something about Kevin Bacon's nose that just makes me hate him, I'm sorry, so it was nice to see him get his comeuppance. Out of Sight was amusing, I don't know. Damn love stories. After reading the Salon article, I was on the lookout for Jennifer Lopez's butt. (That's not gratuitous, honest - look, just follow the link and come back. Now you know what I'm talking about.) It was definitely there. But frankly, I was more impressed with how her hairstyle went *perfectly* with her leather coat. Double features make the mind wander.
George Clooney is one of those motivating male leads, too. You watch him take off his shirt and think, "Damn, I'm out of shape." Especially since he's not in his 20s and thus out of bounds anyway.
And I was in that motivatable mood. Thus the walking, and thinking about walking. I got my Hair Cut! yesterday, and Praise The Lord, she actually cut it as short as I wanted. And I looked upon the haircut, and it was good. But then I looked upon my apparent pregnancy, and this marsupial action under my chin, and upon my stringy limbs, and that was not so good. Just can't count on my alien metabolism to absorb and burn everything anymore. Precedence is against me, but I can try. I actually can try. Much as that's not how I'm used to thinking.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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