More Banal Anecdotes
19 October 1998
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Aaaaaaaaaaah fuck it. That's today's motto.
Just another absolutely ordinary day. I'm a little more peeved than usual at the halt-and-rush way some things are running around here, but then again, it is Monday and the nice bartender lady did give us those extra beers last night...
I dunno. Been trying to catch up on email tonight. All of a sudden it feels like I have nothing to say to anybody. Not a week ago, I'd have replied within minutes and gone on and on while I was at it. Now? Eh. What, what, what. Just flattened out again for a while, I 'spect.
Snack! today was Reese's Pieces but I was too slow and didn't get any. I hate these metaphor-laden environments.
That certainly was a brutal game last night, by the by. When neither team is your own home team, you get to throw your support behind either side, or back and forth during the same inning even if you can keep from getting confused. So it was great fun to see the Yankees pound the nasal phlegm out of the Papists in the beginning of the game; but by the end, I was saying rosaries and praying along with all the San Diegans that they would at least get one more run for Christ's sake, it was embarassing!
Well, I have to keep myself amused somehow.
Speaking of which, it's time to go home. Well, home_1, close enough. If I'm reading this 50 years from now, I have a message for me from the Today that is The Past, or will be, however that works:
I hope to hell you found a hobby of some kind.Of course it'd be handier for the message traffic to travel the other way, but I think that's not until HTTP 4.0....
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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