|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
| Creamy Filling 
16 February 1999
 | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
|  | |
OK, so I lied about the creamy part.
11:13 PM: Days go by and still remarkably little to say. Been reading the first two Antares books by Michael McCollum - very Honoresque, in all the ways that's good and bad. Good for being absorbing light pulpy naval fiction. Bad for the "girls", as I might loosely describe the nominally female characters.
I am praying that the VCR worked. Shall see soon. I joined a friend's Buffy mailing list and forgot to turn off the mail announcer utility that runs here, which quotes the first five lines of any incoming message - including, of course, the first-sentence response to the big plot shurprise in tonight's show. I'm trying to convince myself I didn't really see that much. TV is hard. Expensive, too, since I'm close to attacking mine with a big heavy thing - like the ground - the next time it shorts out.
I'm really glad this weekend is over. This was not enjoyable idleness. This was compulsive waiting-around-for-nothing idleness. NG.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
| yestoday | today | tomorrowday | ||
| archive | semi-bio | |||
| listen! | random | privit | ||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|   | ||||
|  | ||||
|   | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  | ||||
|  
All names are fake, most places are real, the 
author is definitely
unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
 © 1998-1999 Lighthouse for the Deaf. All rights reserved and stuff. The motto at the top of the page is a graffito I saw on Brunswick Street in Melbourne. | ||||
|  | ||||