Um.. Yes. Well. 7 December 1998

Happy Pearl Harbor Day!

9:00 PM: Standard. Got a cold from too long up in a too cold room reading too many books and smoking too much. Icky soup at nearby diner. Rude manly men at work with so much body fat that they have to have the air conditioning on if it gets over 65. Cold air from said air conditioning down my neck, which helps said cold ever so much. Browsing through weapon catalogs on the Web. Cough cough.

Perfect timing, too, since this is Actual-Out-of-the-House-Stuff Week. Ah well.

I seem to have exhausted my supply of commentary there. I might just be too thick right now to think. Considering I've been sitting here just looking blankly in the rough direction of the monitor for the last ... 10 minutes? 15?

Man the ads in Wired are dumb these days, since they got Ravaged by Wolves. Some JVC ad for VCRs in front of me here. I'd like them to explain why the timer in mine doesn't work. But that's not really the point. They have some stupid slogans, and some pictures of stereotyped people to go with them. "Clean up your soaps" is a housewife in curlers. That thing. But - "Make your sitcoms sizzle" is illustrated by a fat banker guy with this obnoxious smirk on his face and his chins rippling over his shirt collar. He actually kind of looks like maybe he's trying to go to the bathroom. What does this have to do with sitcoms? Or sizzling? Is he a Jolly Fat Man? Doesn't look very jolly. Is he a Smart-Aleck Seinfeld Viewer? Or is "sitcom" a euphemism for "porn pay-per-view"? Send your theories to www.jvc.com.

Ha ha ha.

TAURUS
TUESDAY, DECEMBER 8
An eyesore assaults your sensibilities, and you may tackle it alone. Remember, life's unsavory tasks are always better executed in good company. Don't let an existential crisis linger -- protest against loneliness. The deeper you retreat into your own little world, the more you'll eclipse the sunlight of fellowship. Issue a distress call and see who comes running.

I know who comes running - the men from the silly hospital...

Hmm. This is a pretty silly site, here, this Swoon. Girls. You're so weird. Do you really read this? Someone must. Maybe it's all oil executives really.

"5. Your social life is in ruins: Several friends have moved out of town; you have zero romantic prospects on the horizon; and all you seem to do is work. Your reaction is to:
broaden your social circle -- immediately! -- by joining clubs, enrolling in a class and calling people you've lost touch with.
sit at home feeling sorry for yourself because everyone else seems to make friends (and lovers) more easily.
ask the few friends you have left in town to introduce you to new people.
start a Web journal"

I might have altered that a little.

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

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