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9 August 1998
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You start throwing around food metaphors, and talking about cake & icing, and chocolate donuts, and raisins, and you see what happens? Lasagna, spinach salad, a thing of cottage cheese AND a bottle of orange soda. That's what happens. I feel like Totoro, only of course not as cute. But nobody's that cute. Well, very very few people. (If you don't know Totoro, follow that link. Trust me.)
Otherwise it has been an uneventful day. Had thought about going to see Saving Private Ryan but one of the people who wanted to go couldn't, so put that off. Probably still too crowded anyway. So I spent the day lounging around. Went out for food last night (oh, forgot to mention that too! but only a Swanson's Dark Portions and a bottle of Koala) and they had the new Tom Clancy book, Rainbow Six, at Safeway so I picked that up. Been reading it and falling asleep ever since - not entirely unconnected phenomena.
"Phenomenal banana!" You can't say it without smiling. I know, I'm wandering all around the track here, but honestly, I can't help it. I'm on drugs. Well, food, same thing.
This Clancy book - now, I've talked before about why I like reading his stuff. I do, I do. Having said that, though, this one I am not so crazy about. Look, Tom - you don't mind if I call you Tom, do you? - the Sierra Club is just not a kooky eco-wacko organizationo, all right? I'm sure that there are lots of tree-hugging gravel-eaters that belong to the Sierra Club, but its leadership is almost guaranteed to be your average boring white-bread types, culturally anyway. You really need to get out more, I think, Tom. Find some credible villians. Exxon, for instance.
Other than that, reading some nice email and noting the absence of other email, playing FreeCell, - oh! and! tickets! for! They Might Be Giants! yay! - but generally not doing a darn bit of productive stuff. Hey, I was at work all day yesterday, I earned it.
Totoro! hee hee ...
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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