End Times
23 August 1998
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End Times
23 August 1998
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Purple Hair Report: bleah. This was a new brand and a new color, and it didn't come out all that spiff. A light lavender with almost silvery highlights. It just didn't seem to work well with my face - of course, that's the face too. I'm trying some left-over blue in it, that'll at least darken the color. Until it all washes out anyway.
Well, work tomorrow. Yippety skippety. What is it I do again? I guess someone will remind me eventually. I remember coming to media out of software that was primarily funded by the no-kidding military-industrial complex, and thinking that at least this would be harmless. That's true enough, but it's because it's pointless as well.
Agh. I'm just being morose. It's this modem connection, it freezes about every five or six words. Driving me crazy.
Read Point of Origin by Patricia Cromwell last night. Dr. Scarpetta is beginning to annoy me. But that's not all to the bad, certainly preferable to these perfect, rich, handsome lawyer characters who make you root for the psycho with the skinning knives. Still. "And of course you know how many crimes are committed on the Internet now."
Do you remember hearing anyone talk about how many crimes are committed in cars? Or when people drive from one place to another to do illegal things, is that crime committed on the streets and highways? I guess I missed that show.
At least that stupid car has stopped honking. Car alarms. Sentence their owners to a night in a goose pen. The mysterious UPS package, having been misaddressed twice now, will show up tomorrow or the next day. So at least one interesting thing will happen.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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