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2 March 1999

6:35 PM: What? What!? What??!? Jesus! What???

So this Canadian singer has this line: "Are you still mad that I compared you to all my 40-year-old male friends?" And the chorus is "Of course you are". Excuse me, but is it apparent to everyone but me why that comparison would make anyone mad? I guess I must just be out of it.

Touchy? What the fuck makes you say that? No, I'm not touchy, goddamn it. Now if you will pardon me, I do have some work I'm supposed to be doing here. Sheesh.

7:40: Sorry. That time of the, uh, week, I guess. Of the day? People keep telling me things here with this sense of plopping some dead animal at my feet and saying, "Well! What are you gonna do about that?" Did I kill it? Am I supposed to care? And the ever-popular, What are you, crippled? If you want me to do something, there's this amazing new technique called asking me.

Ahem. Plus I'm transcribing the overinflated dribble of yet another marketing "genius" about The New Economy And You:

"Today, we see our lives the way television executives see their week, as a series of little boxes that need to be filled. We have become highly sophisticated self-schedulers. As TV programmers do, we increasingly seek to break our time into small periods and to distribute these variable-length periods over the course of the week."
We do? We were under the impression that we spent most of our free time reading, drinking, and sleeping, in no particular order. We think some of us may be confusing our condo-owning self-believing flash-bubble-headed alien friends with humans again.

On the good news side of things, Rotary Rocket unveiled its first prototype Roton today, to lots of press coverage and hopeful noise. Wheeee! God, wouldn't I jump in a second at a job for these people. But, unlike new media, I think they need people with actual skills at making stuff. Dang.

10:24: While I admit that the concept of "random play" can theoretically encompass settling down to play Sandanista! in its entirety, it's not quite what I had in mind. Suppose I should just be grateful it's not that French rap CD that I know is lurking in the player somewhere. God. I just spelled that 'greatful'. What has happened to my brain? Your for you're all the time, now I can't spell. I blame the Internet.

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

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