Will Work For Pity
23 February 1999
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7:08 PM: I deliberately slept in until 3:30 to miss all my meetings, didn't shave, and now I'm eating chocolate-covered chocolate donuts. Oh I am so naughty. If there was anyone paying the least amount of attention it might matter more than a fart in the wind.
Finally, somebody is talking about Open Source as the political/cultural movement that it really is at heart. Interesting reading - Feed's running a whole series on the subject, in fact, it's worth looking at.
Today's Two-Bit Theory: Lawyers are the QWERTYUIOP of industrial society. They're only there to slow things down so the mechanisms don't break.
While I watch TIFFs slowly shrink on my left, and PHP parse on my right, I wait for it to be time to watch Buffy and wonder if whoever it is that is playing my PJ Harvey CD in the media room next door will go away soon enough for me to sneak in and watch TV. Plus I'm almost out of the good donut shop coffee, which means I'll have to move to the bad workplace coffee soon. These are the stirring events of my day. Hah. Stirring. Coffee. Ha ha. Oh, my. Help.
10:38: Well, no, they didn't leave the media room as it turned out. I also had something of a twinge of guilt about work. I thought maybe it was heartburn at first, but no. So I need to go home and see if the VCR God has been kind to me, or at least not bothered to be otherwise. I'm really getting far too accustomed to working here when everyone else has gone.
In other news, Love & Rockets are coming to town soon, huzzah. Do they suck now? I can't keep up. Well, whether or not, since I just saw most of them when Bauhaus played and they were utter faboo, this new show has to be some kind of good.
Noise Pop 1999 is all this week, too. That involves leaving work at the equivalent (in your Earth time) of noon for the rest of the week. That might be tricky to manage. I have no idea if any of these bands are any good, but I had such luck at Poptopia that it seems worth a shot. I am loving that Sugarplastic CD to all kinds of death. I am not feeling particularly constrained by the English on this Today.
"Calling all. This is our last cry before our eternal silence."
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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