Not That Much Ado, Really
4 February 1999
9:42 PM: The fileserver where everything lives is down right now. Probably will be for a while. So I should just go home right? No no no, I mean, how can I waste such a perfect opportunity to try to rebuild Apache on my own server? Binge geek, that's me.
The new copies of my damaged CDs from 800.COM finally showed up today. So they're officially off the hook. Well, presuming that these are in any better shape, that is. I can't tell because something I like a lot but don't recognize in the slightest is playing right now. Hmm. You know, I haven't even opened this box yet. I'm just assuming that these are my replacement CDs. And you know what I do when I assume ... well, out of u, anyway. ha ha. bang.
Oh man, those losers! This whole huge box contains a big total of one CD. Out of four that are supposed to show up. Take notes, future consumers of America.
Well, so, what other riveting news do I have to share? Weather's been nice. The rain finally cleaned the air up too. It's so much prettier to look across the bay when the eastern shore doesn't disappear in an amorphous brown bathtub ring. I heard about two more people who are either quitting or thinking about it. The donut shop has had Old-Fashioned Chicken Noodle Soup four days in a row now. I still haven't remembered to buy more raisins, and I have an appointment for a haircut on Saturday.
Oh, yes, that was an entry in the Week's Lamest Moments. I thought I would be efficient and make the appointment by actually walking into the shop, instead of telephoning. Mr. Suave Meatspace.
"Hi, I'd like to make an appointment."
"Sure! Any particular time or person?"
"Yeah, this Saturday afternoon, with Brittany, thanks."
"I'm sorry, this Saturday"
"No, yes, but with who?"
"I'm ... sorry but ... "
(Look around blankly. Point at woman standing a foot away at most. Very impolite.) "Her."
Her: "You mean Bethany maybe? As in me?"
Well, at least I got the ends right. I just hope she forgets by the time she finds herself standing at my back with a sharp pair of scissors in your hand.
My nominee for Hero of the Month:[I]n a rare moment of spontaneity in a carefully scripted trial, a spectator was arrested and hustled away after he stood in the Senate gallery and shouted, "God almighty, take the vote and get it over with." He was identified by the Capitol Police as Richard D. Llamas, 48, of Washington.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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