Big Damn Pipes
29 July 1998
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Big Damn Pipes
29 July 1998
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I've got a whole new outlook on life! Everything's been turned around! Let me tell you about the NEW MAN in my life - Jesus!
Oh I'm just trying to be scary. Really, it's just because I moved, you know. I'm on a new floor facing a new direction and the air conditioning is going to keep me sick most of the year. Fortunately everyone else up here hates it too so we might be able to destroy it somehow.
It strikes me that for an atheist I sure do refer to God a lot. I was sure I had something to say about this, but then I got pulled away for a few minutes and now... zip. Was it my guardian angel, saving me from blasphemy? Was it Old Timer's Disease?
Good point: there is a stereo on this floor. Bad point: the speakers all face into the center of the quad, and I'm outside their ring. Good point: my favorite semi-crush at work sits in this quad. Bad point: this will give her more opportunities to look at me with her usual expression, which is this kind of puzzled discomfort, like something is wrong with what she's seeing but she's not sure what it is. Good point: I have a file cabinet again. Bad point: I don't have anywhere to put my legs when I use that end of the "desk"
* again. Good point: there's a lot more sun. Bad point: that's what drives the thermostat into coniptions.You know, last night I made that crack about how cute it was that Anna and Mitch had switched jackets while we were all there at the bar, and the person I was talking to laughed and said "You're obsessed!" Am I? I don't know. At the time, I didn't answer that (because something else came up right then), but what I was thinking was "Hey, I'm only seeing what's right in front of me." But ... maybe. Maybe I'm simply seeing it, and maybe I'm looking for it. And maybe seeing it, and thinking about it and commenting on it, are not so tightly bound. Or don't have to be, or something. On the other hand, if I just said I was obsessed, I'd probably never have to defend that against someone insisting that I wasn't. So that'd be easier. It's not like there's anyone who doesn't think I'm a loonie already anyway. Can you parse that? Then there might be a career for you in the information technology industry.
Anna Waronker (no relation) is at Bottom of the Hill tonight. She is the singer from this band. Time tick ticks. A decision awaits. It's already been made as far as you are concerned, but it's still in the future for me. Let's find out what happened then.
* - a door, of course. this IS a Web company.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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author is definitely
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