This Just In
3 September 1998
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This Just In
3 September 1998
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Gosh! Potatoe.Com has been singled out as the 3 September site at The Worst of the Web, a site that is apparently run by 3 anime characters who all look like they're friends of this guy. A sample of their biting, cutting-edge humor: "I wonder if this guy's Irish..." Ha! Potatoes ... Irish! Get it? Ha ha! Now that's funny.
If these boys don't like the site, I know I'm doing something right.
Damn verbal tics. No, no, I say!
So I put up the above as a place-holder, before rushing off to go see Gattaca at the UC Theater in Berkeley. Or so I thought. Fortunately, I had picked up the latest copy of SF Weekly to read on the BART trip over. I'm browsing through the rep theater listings, and notice that for Thursday, it lists two French movies. Odd. Didn't I just read in this same paper's web site that it's Gattaca? Isn't that why I'm underneath the Bay at this moment? Check the daily paper. Damn, it is two French movies!
Oh, of course. They hadn't posted the new listings to the site yet. And naturally there is no date on the page, since that would be embarassing.
So I found myself out of work at a very early hour for me - 7 PM - heading back into San Francisco, with not a thing to do. What else for it? Bookstore.
There to discover that the new Honor Harrington book, Echoes of Honor, was out and waiting for me. Everything is kind of a blur after that, including when exactly I went to sleep and when I woke up and how many times
because I'm writing this Today which in the Today of this page would have been named Tomorrow, and it's all simply been a long way to say that the dog ate my homework.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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All names are fake, most places are real, the
author is definitely
unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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