Wow, Bright Moon
15 October 1998
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Wow, Bright Moon
15 October 1998
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3:27 PM: Wheeeeee. I've been watching scripts run here from my hovel, sweet hovel, for like the last ... oh, 300 years or so. I may be exaggerating. I can't really tell anymore. It's funny. There's not really that much for me to do, but somehow that makes it worse. All I can do is sit here, watch status messages roll by, and hit some keys once in a while when it's paused to make sure that nothing is broken. And, most of all, to make sure that the friggin modem doesn't hang up on me.
This started last night around 2:30 AM and it's been going ever since, and by this point I just have these little viscous puddle of grey matter under my ears. Brain all gone. Bye brain!
Anyway, I thought I'd get in an early entry in case I lapse into even further incoherence later. Isn't "Bronx" a wonderful word? Bronnnnnnx! Sounds like the noise a giant lizard would make. Which is kind of appropriate I suppose. Well, now that I've exercised all my standard verbal tics, it's time to go gibber elsewhere.
Later. Maybe.
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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