Inspiration's Vacation Continues
27 May 1999
4:20 PM: I gapped out yesterday because, well, it got to be time to go home, and I hadn't written anything, and I went and made the directory and the files and everything, and opened up the file
and I just didn't have anything to say.
But at least that gave me something to talk about Today.
7:11 Damn, I really feel like picking a fight with someone. Don't know why. Maybe I should drink some more of that Snapple with the kava kava in it. Wonder if they make a coffee drink with that? Kava Kava Java - Surf the Edge!
More new CDs arrived today: the Blade Runner soundtrack by Vangelis, and Playboy & Playgirl by Pizzicato Five. Haven't listened to the Pizzicato Five yet. The Vangelis is nostalgia - the resident Wiccan and stereo mistress at Our Ravaged Sibling, back in the day, used to play this really really loud in the office, after everyone had gone home. It's what sunset sounds like in my head now.
Great. Love is Canadian.Love Calculator results
These are the results of the calculations by Dr. Love:
Tater & Office Crush
Dr. Love thinks that a relationship between Tater and Office Crush has a reasonable chance of working out, but on the other hand, it might not.
Speaking of love and other folly, I was being taken to task, in a sort of blurry indistinct way, by Lacey (Anna's roommate) at the bar the other night, over the existence of this very paltry narrative. How dare I and such. She seemed to think it was all about that relationship and its ending - not so terribly far off the mark as a starting motive, but certainly not enough reason to have kept going this long. Not that there is a reason, mind you. And not that that's necessarily what she was saying, anyway, because I was never quite clear about it. There was much hand waving. A small suggestion that she was in a fine position to talk, having been so completely successful at romance (the "IRONY" light is lit), was met with "That's different. I'm a girl." Of course.
As If You Cared Dept.: They are finally kicking my machine out of work, not because they need to or because it makes any visible difference to anyone, but because they can. So if the site disappears for a week or two, alarum ye not.
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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