Another Boring Entry
6 November 1998
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Another Boring Entry
6 November 1998
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5:13 PM: The parking lot by the train station down here has a sign up, presumably its name: "Parking Concepts Inc." Now, does that mean that they store ideas? Or are they exploring new concepts in parking? I'd like to know what those might be. Vertical parking. Micro-term parking, for periods of less than a minute. "It's a new kind of parking, sir - we call it 'theft'!"
I don't know whose birthday it is today, but I'd like to thank them for the carrot cake. Mmmmm.
8:02: Whoosp! Bye bye Newt! I just hope he doesn't take over at People's Court now.
9:25: If you've ever wandered up the URL aways to Potatoe.Com proper, you might have noticed that I had a LinkExchange banner on the front page. I always thought LinkExchange was fun. I had to make up my own banner ad, which was a particularly odd task since this site really has no theme or purpose. But then, I guess that's what advertising's all about, isn't it? The ad itself never brought that many people into the site, but that's OK.
Well, so of course, it had to happen, didn't it?
Date: Thu, 5 Nov 1998 15:16:25 -0800 To: msn@linkexchange.com From: me Subject: damn you all to hell LinkExchange was a perfectly fine example of the Internet way of doing things. And you just couldn't leave that alone, could you, Microsoft bully boys? It was like waving a fresh virgin in front of a frat boy with a rich lawyer for a daddy, wasn't it? I will be pulling the LinkExchange banner ** off ** my site and cancelling all connections to you. Ptui.I'm really working on my cranky old man chops lately. Gack. It's November already, do you realize that? Which means it's almost 1999. Which is 40 years after 1959. Which has some personal significance for Your Host. Gahdamn. Well, it's like I told Anna on her 31st birthday, "Yes, 31 was much worse than 30. That's when I realized that this shit was just going to keep happening. Until you die, I mean. Which isn't much of a solution."
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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