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  Serving Time

23 December 1998

6:57 PM: Tick tick tick. Last hours of last day at work for the year. Nobody has played that Prince CD yet. Are they saving it up? Are we each expecting someone else to bring it in? Better take action. An obvious joke unmilked is like an itch you can't scratch. Or maybe more like an unpopped pimple. But let's leave the bodily metaphors for the nonce, hmm? Yes.

All I have left to do is push out a bunch of things to the live site. But, I keep looking at it, and poking at it, and finding little things that aren't right... separation anxiety. Not to mention having left a bunch of things until the last minute. But, eh, it's not like I've been here that long yet. 5 hours? Calm down boy.

I like the email we get from people about the site. "Where can I find X?" Um, how about that big link that says "X Here!!!!" on the front page? "I went there and I didn't see it." Best not to be too literal with these folks. I used to try to figure out how someone could be able to use a computer, and still be clearly unable to read the English language. Now I know better - icons! It's all Apple's fault, damn them.

Sent out my return Christmas cards yesterday/this-morning. Now we'll see how long they take to arrive. I like to think of it as getting a biiiig jump on next year. The real holiday has passed already, of course. And in this ridiculous weather, the solstice is worth celebrating, believe me. More sun good, yes. More fire.

Bla bla bla. I see myself as the Jean Teasdale of the online journalling world. Only with a little less to talk about. Wow, there's a lot of pepper on this sandwich. Plus there's this Christmas thing. Reading about it, hearing about it, smelling it, please soon go away please. Because I'd rather not think about my complete lack of any kind of plans or celebration or ... all that. Why solve a problem when you can deny it out of existence? As if "solve" was an apt verb here anyway. Ha. Or, "Ho", I suppose.

At least my problems are arty-farty or trivial. Not more fundamental stuff, like "I'm hungry" or "I wonder if I can sleep here without being beat up later".

8:27: Yes! Yes!

Private investors to keep Mir on orbit

December 23, 1998

MOSCOW (CNN) -- Russia announced Wednesday it would use private funding to keep its beloved Mir space station going for three more years instead of only until mid-1999, when they had planned to discard it.


Russia has been roundly criticized for spending money on Mir while being unable to finish components for the International Space Station on time -- causing delays in that project. The first two elements of the 16-nation project were launched into orbit over the last two months.

Bullshit. Criticized by who? Not me. And they spent so much money on Mir, too, I'm sure. Like maybe $3.59 and some coupons. I couldn't believe it when I read that the US was demanding that they scrap Mir. Not just put less into it - destroy it! Hey, just because we were so stupid that we let Skylab burn up, that's not Russia's fault.

This is like having the actual Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria in dry dock, and demanding that they be burnt to save money to spend on an aircraft carrier. You fools, this is MIR. This is humanity's first space station. This blessed bucket of bolts has been running on spit and candlesticks for 12 years. That's Twelve, kids. All these years and hundreds of millions of dollars that we've spent just trying to get ready to build a space station, they did it 12 years ago and it's been up there and a-growing ever since. Let moronic know-nothing chuckleheads like Jay Leno make all the jokes they want to. It's there. It works. It keeps the air in. People who want to say ha-ha should do better first. Fuckers.

I want to put my money in! They should let us subscribe. I think people would be surprised. Some people, anyway. If I find out, I'll let y'all know.

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

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