I Like This Song 1 September 1998

You type 16 k, and whaddya get? Another tick older and deeper in debt
sysop now don't you halt me cuz I can't go
I almost know how to make my hits soar...

Well the original song doesn't scan either, it ends in "store". So nyah.

I am WWWWWWWWWAY falling asleep now. You have to say that with a kind of ripping-cloth scream of emphasis on "way", and then you will sound like my friend Erin. Who knows when that might come in handy?

I had the weirdest damn dream last night. I dreamt that a video tape was released/leaked to the media, of a visit that Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky made to a brothel somewhere. It was made by the security camera at the check-out desk, I guess, that's what it looked like. The lady who ran the place took a damp cloth and wiped some, er, gunk off of Monica's dress. Naturally the tape was all over the media, huge huge story. I cannot express how relieved I felt when I woke up and found that I had invented the entire thing. As the day has worn on, however, I am beginning to worry about what kind of brain is in me that would think of it to begin with. I think I already know, though.

MUNI was perfectly fine today. And I discovered that the train now runs directly from the stop near my house to the one nearest work! Woo wooooooo, all aboard The Pot Belly Express. The story of the underground's nervous breakdown over these last few weeks finally hit the papers, thank god. Although, when 70-odd trains broke down simultaneously this last Friday, the coverage was kind of inevitable. But now attention is being paid, political attention, and that's the only thing that makes anything happen.

Oh of course they're not going to fix it, do not be a silly fowl. But small things can improve. They could simply announce the delays. It would validate us. We could stop wondering if it was just us, maybe we were just being paranoid. "Attention passengers. You are stuck in a giant steel coffin, miles beneath the surface of the Earth. There is no escape. Thank you for riding MUNI." Ah, there, see? Now we can get on with the business of building a new world.

Oh, and for those of you who thought that the pin-up space on the archive page was reserved for cute girls in bands - wrong! Not that John & John aren't the cutest little devils themselves, because they are you know. I know many otherwise sensible women who make those squealing sounds at the sight of one or both of the Johns. But then, I know some strange people. For this, each day, I give thanks.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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