What's The Word? 5 October 1998

9:30 PM: Digestive System Update: Oy. Snack was, well, not lame, I don't want to say lame. Simple. Crackers. So my Junk Tooth was unsatiated and prowling, and ended up dragging me to McDonalds. (Although, I used to eat dinner of some kind quite regularly. Hmm.) Now I am enlarged.

Speaking of McDrossalds, I'm looking at their 30th anniversary cup here, all in Groovy® writing evoking the Summer of Love and Cheeseburgers. What got started in 1977? Wendy's maybe? I wonder if they will have a Punk theme for their 30th anniversary. "Win a ticket to see the Sex Pistols play LIVE! at Harrah's Tahoe!"

I'm so unconnected to everyone around here, mostly because of the hours I keep. But, I dunno. That's almost kind of a useful excuse. I don't like it and I always end up in this kind of situation - so I must be making it happen, no? Si. Weird. Come here, tell me you like me. Good, now go away. Come back if you find gossip or snacks.

Man, I miss the unexamined life.

I noticed this especially tonight because we had an All Hands Meeting (as opposed to an All Thumbs Meeting I suppose, which would just be another name for a normal work day) and learned a Big Secret. Naturally I can't tell you what the Big Secret is. It's not exactly a gripping story of human courage and compassion, trust me. Just businessy crap. But it did sort of stir up things around here, and since the meeting came at the end of the day, many people got together in various little groups to go out and have a drink and jaw about it. Through this all, I was a ghost. Whoosh, did you feel a breeze just now? No, but I think I saw something go by! Where, past us? You're high. Although I do smell coffee.

But so what? If someone had said, "Hey, come drink with us!", I would have just said No Thanks, I Gotta Work. Weinerman. Gaaah, change topics, towelboy.

I also drove the two Black Sabbath fans home with PJ Harvey. Now that's what I call a moral victory.

It's so balmy out tonight, it was a shame to come back inside. This would be a perfect night to go take drugs and behave irresponsibly with three or four people. Well but, hmmm, that's an indoor sport too. Tetherball! Now that'd be a good nighttime sport. You don't need to light a big area. In fact, you could just put some kind of light in the ball itself. That would be weird. Aaaaah! Meteor!

Well, being ignorant I don't know if this male voice on Maxinquaye is Tricky hisself or not, but whoever it is, my my doesn't he just think he's Mr. Ross Ice Shelf? Remember kids, when you're high, it's all Art. But when you re-enter, sometimes it turns out to have just been Garfunkel.

Hmmmmmmmmmmm:

BBC Online:
The launch of the first drug for people who cannot cope with normal social situations has sparked fears of a huge new drain on NHS finances.

Seroxat is already used to treat depression, but researchers have discovered that the drug also helps people suffering from social phobia and acute social disorder.

The conditions, which affect around 2% of the public, can leave people unable to eat in public, unable to maintain eye contact and virtually housebound.

Sufferers can miss out at school and may later turn to alcohol and drug abuse to try to combat their phobia.

Of course there they go again with that "abuse" word. So judgemental.

Ah! This is one of those Best Foods/Hellmann's things. Seroxat in the UK is Paxil in the US. Eh. I thought it was a new magic pill.

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

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