Mulligan 8 September 1998

Hi, I'm collecting donations on behalf of the National Zombie Fund? Did you know that all across America, tens of thousands of people may be the undead and not even know it? We're asking you to help us pay for educational campaigns, so that people can get early diagnosis, and maybe, someday, some kind of treatment or cure. Won't you help? And if you can't give money, could you at least pull that window shade down? It's awful bright in here. Thanks.

Look, what is the point of coming into work if the network connection is going to be less responsive than the one I have at home? Am I supposed to be doing this out of the goodness of my heart or something? Oh, money shmoney, like being paid has any connection to what I or anyone else does. I don't think I'm asking too much.

Aah! My editor just went berserk. Not a person, this program thing. You know what I mean. Startled me, that did. Waah.

Puzzling day. Up late late late, to bed past eight again. More like... well, that was hard to say. Between 9:30 AM and 1 PM today, I was or was not asleep, but definitely was lying down and not moving, and frequently with my eyes closed. When you start having dreams about lying half-asleep in your bed - which I did - it gets confusing.

But so anyway up and all that, usual coffee whatnot, here I am. I think I got a lot done. But maybe it just felt like that. Had a hard time keeping track of what time it was, probably not too shocking. Strange atmosphere here. Maybe either people aren't back from Burning Man yet, or they are and they're trying to be very, very quiet.

Uh oh, what's today's theme?? Shit. No, that's not it. Although, it does strike me from time to time that there's one topic that we all have definite personal experience with, but that we never talk about. Fucking, shooting up, sure. Crapping? Uh uh. All right, I'm not going to get into it, just pointing that out.

Mmmmmmmm, lovely stale donuts. I do mean stale too. 4 days old. Wonder if the microwave would work on them? There's also a PopTart left in this bag from last week, but I don't know if they are ever fresh or stale as such. Like Twinkies - they don't go bad, but were they ever good? A judgement of taste.

Here's something I don't understand. (Oh, what a rare object that must be.) These younger type people have been coming to the site here in the last few months, and so I've been going to their home pages to see who's peeking. I know they are all using the Web from their homes, I know none of them have cable modems or ISDN or any of that Digital Nation crap. But their home pages are littered with these huge, bandwidth-sucking, browser-destroying images and movie files and sound files and twitchy-ass little GIF animations. Takes me 10 minutes to download a page that basically says "HIIII!!!!! My name is Bethany! I'm 16!"

Now, is it just that they have time to kill? Is the flashy trash so kewl that they don't care? Do they only go to their own pages, plus maybe one or two others, so that they're drawing everything out of their caches and they don't even know? Are the pages meant to kill browsers? I could respect that. Or what? All answers will be read at least once.

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

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