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15 September 1998
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15 September 1998
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I'm not sure, but I think I'm listening to a happy little country-swing tune about farting, called "Settin' the Woods on Fire". Heh. Ah! And now! The Random Song Goddess has come up with a That Dog song! She has been smiling on this player lately. Well, for those of us eclectic/lazy enough to invoke her.
Very standard sort of day. Seem to be having extra difficulty getting my body to pay any attention to my brain in the morning. ("Morning" being meant in a very loose sense, of course.) It's hard to blame it, though. Would you pay attention to this brain if it tried to tell you what to do? I thought not. It's all right for wisecracks, adequate Perl code, and the occasional limerick. Not exactly a strategic thinker, you know. No.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm, new Steven King book. A particularly annoying person said in email the other day,
my revered ficwriting instructor, a surrealist author, said this when king came up mist praise: "King? There's a man who's bored millions."Which is one of the silliest things I've ever heard, and that's saying something. Why would millions people voluntarily and repeatedly read his books if they were bored by them? "Ho hum, the common people, such a pity about them." As an old Rhetoric teacher of mine was fond of saying, "Fuck that shit." (True story.) Bad writer, you could argue. Badly-in-need-of-editing writer, sure. Boring? Nuh uh.
[sic]Ohhh, sometimes I just want to smack these people. The strange result? I hardly ever even speak to them. One, I'm afraid of doing something dumb that will result in a lawsuit or jail time, or more likely I guess, getting the crap beat out of me. Two, I can't see the point of it. There is a line past which nobody is going to change what they think, or admit to it at least, so why try? But I know people who do try, and I don't know, these people aren't fools, there must be a reason. So maybe it is worth it. This is probably related to that whole hermit thing. Damn fools, t'hell with'em! Ptooo!
Aaah! Damn I hate it when the janitor turns the lights out like that.
Oh, I am amusing myself, ho ho ho. I have to put in a plug for the newest toy on the site. Go to the top page of the site, and hit "Reload" a few times, paying careful attention to the listing for WormNerd. 100% donated material, too - wacko sentences from Readers Like You.
Oh, heck, here're some samples:
[an error occurred while processing this directive](Hint: hit Reload here too.)
[an error occurred while processing this directive]
[an error occurred while processing this directive]
[an error occurred while processing this directive]
[an error occurred while processing this directive]
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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