Big Teeth
29 January 1999
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29 January 1999
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6:21 PM: CAN YOU HEAR ME OK? YAH! IT'S A LITTLE LOUD IN HERE RIGHT NOW! HA HA! OH I DON'T KNOW, THE ENGINEERS MUST HAVE HAD A BAD WEEK OR SOMETHING, THERE'S A KEG DOWNSTAIRS AND THEY'VE BEEN PLAYING AC/DC AND GUNS'N'POSERS AT FULL BLAST FOR A WHILE NOW. I FIGURE THEY'LL GIVE UP IN AN HOUR OR SO. THE THING THAT MAKES ME LAUGH IS THAT 95% OF THOSE GUYS ARE YOUR STANDARD PROG-ROCK GEEKS. DOESN'T MATTER THO! MANLY MAN IS THEIR MANAGER AND BY GOD THEY'RE GONNA LISTEN TO ROCK'N'ROLL AAAAAALLL RIIIIIGHHHT!!!! PAARTY! WHOOO! SHEESH.
10:44: Glad that's over. By what stretch of the imagination does "Que Sera, Sera" qualify as the Best of Sly & The Family Stone? I understand the need for filler, but one could be more subtle about it.
Today was my producer's last day working here. That smell is in the air again, and the rat tails are twitching. Me, I don't know. I'm sure I can wring a few more years out, watching it all burst and then slowly collapse, and schadenfreude has its points. On the other hand, jeez, maybe you could accomplish something of some small use to humanity, ya friggin parasite! Er, sorry, I'm being dissociative again. But true enough, that.
I was thinking on the way to work today, that for some reason I was a little too deeply impressed by the discovery that I didn't really have to do most things, no matter what people told me I had to do. It'd only take a ten-second view of the floor of my apartment to convince you of this.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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