The M Word
28 September 1998
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The M Word
28 September 1998
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Mooooooo! Moooooooooo! Cubs win! Moooooooooooo! More on this story as it develops.
12:20 AM: October. The Boston Red Sox are playing the Chicago Cubs in the 1998 World Series. It's Game 7. "As we move to the top of the 23rd inning, both teams still seem to be refusing to score...." A Loser Series, it's my dream.
Report: Colin Powell Action Figure to Be IntroducedJust in case you think I'm the one on crack.
AP 28-SEP-98
So, god damn it, I finally missed a day yesterday. I don't have an account with a commercial ISP as we can normally dial in to the modems at work and get online that way. Except the modems at work have been making junkies look healthy for the last month or so. Every week, I hear, "We should have the replacements in by next week." Uh huh. Please, gnaw on my flesh, won't you?
I had been able to more or less deal, though, because I could dial into SFNet, the nearly-dead BBS that pulled me down into the gutter of geek culture lo these many years ago. So naturally, it finally died too. I'm surprised that none of the national ISP chains have instant-trial setups. Damn their fibrous hides.
The worst thing is, of course, that it's very hard for me to bitch about this at work. "You fucks! How am I supposed to update my web site if you let the modems crash all the time?" "Your what?" "My, uh - I mean, my email! My important, company-related, revenue-generating email and other fine commercial projects that are all I use our systems to work on, of course! Ha ha!"
Mooooooooooooo! I was just about to say the opposite of this but then I rethought. You would think, especially if you were a superficial person like myself, that the hard game was against Houston on Saturday. But no no. The really hard game was today, against the Giants, not because the Giants are a better team but because today absolutely counted, no linesies, no backs. Today was the day that Satan was hanging out in the dugout whispering "choke choke choke choke".
Which couldn't have been easy because he had to do the same thing in the Giant's dugout too. Maybe he found a more comfortable spot there, and that's what decided the game. Think that's crazy? Colin Powell Action Figures.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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