Short Notes
16 December 1998
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Short Notes
16 December 1998
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4:20 PM: Boy just won't say die, will he? Heh. Shame about those folks in Baghdad, but politics is hell. God, if only we could encase all of Washington in a glass bowl and shrink it down to the size of a bad office decoration, like the bottled city of Kandor.
[Rep. Gerald] Solomon said Clinton should have briefed more members of Congress and delayed the attack until early next week. "It would still be spontaneous," Solomon said.Do it next Monday at 3 PM! It'll still be spontaneous! Whap whap whap. And, uh, Gerry baby, didn't you read the bit about Ramadan starting this weekend? How insulting it would be to be launching air strikes during holy month? I don't think it works to say "Well it was only barely Ramadan..."Aagh. We've gone from Jane's Addiction to KISS here, courtesy of monkey man. Funny how similar they sound! "Hey, man, you gotta steal your friend's woman, can't you get one of your own?" Oh that's right, Perry, maybe he should offer some more camels. You know, kids, sometimes, irony just isn't a sufficient excuse.
6:20: Wow. W. o. w. Snack! today is Mega WarHead Sour candies. Normally, you see something called a "sour candy", you think it'll be something mildly tangy, like a gummi worm. No no no. These are sour. Candy vindaloo. This is my week for extremes it seems.
And ha ha, Stereolab came on after stupid KISS and was so poppy and French it drove monkey boy out of the office.
8:45: [wordless expression of ill-defined terror]
Gee, I don't suppose this burning gastric taste in the back of my throat is related to the fact that I ought to have already been leaving now for the big social work event thing. Fuck. I'm petrified to actually go hang out with people and at the same time I'm obsessively checking email and IRC and everything else here just in case someone might have something to say to me. The reasonable thing to do is clear, thanks. What I will do, I dunno. Since I don't have any credit to grab the next plane ticket out of the hemisphere.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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