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  Caught Napping

2 June 1999

10:47 AM: Uh, hi! Hi! No! I wasn't sleeping! I was thinking, yes, thinking about your problems and what I might be able to do to help you with them. Really.

It's very early, and it was very early yesterday, but I still don't seem to be able to get to sleep until 4 AM, so I'm a little overcast nights and mornings right now. Oh man. I just now caught myself in the middle of the most twitty, effeminate, "oh gosh dear well now let me think" kind of hand gesture, when this girl at work came over to ask me a question. I hate it when I notice what kind of person I objectively seem to be, as opposed to who I think I am. Damn reality anyway.

5:34 PM: June. Whoah.

I'm so tired and stupid right now. I can't keep my head vertical because I'll fall right over asleep. Fortunately I did all of my human interaction earlier in the day. As long as I don't short out the keyboard by drooling on it, I'm OK.

Saw Black Mask last night, finally. It's dubbed. I really ought to have expected that, but I still hate it. The voice actors are all so flat, at right angles to the reality (well, "reality") that you're seeing. You need to be able to hear the shortness of breath when they've been running, the nervousness when they're being shy. Instead there's a bunch of Ultraman rejects sitting in a room somewhere, talking to each other. I did like the movie, but still there was something missing...

Oh! Duh! Slap my head and call me Roger. There were no hit sounds! The hugely improbable WHAP! WHAP! hammer-striking-side-of-beef sound effects that go with every HK fight scene - they weren't there! Well those stupid idiots. That goes past pandering to an American audience, to a point where you remove the very features that are attracting them. People know what a Hong Kong action film looks and sounds like by now. Why try to pretend it's something else?

I also went to the re-release of Stop Making Sense, on Monday night. Weeping like an idiot when they played "Heaven" and "This Must Be The Place", too. I'd invest in a big hat that said "SAP" but I don't think it's required. I wish that the sound system could have been a bit better, and certainly louder, but it's still an excellent film. Tenth anniversary release, yikes. Or is it 15? 20? 40?

All through the first half-hour or so, I kept looking at David Byrne and thinking "Good lord he was skinny! And people said I looked like him! Was I ever that skinny? Yikes." Then I got over it. You can get over anything if you just don't pay any attention to it. My apartment is proof of that.

Other than that, an uneventful weekend. Slept, drank, read. Finished Cryptonomicon. Stayed great. But then, it's not quite over, there's at least one more book, so we haven't really hit the Famous Neal Stephenson Ending Problem yet.

No good excuse for skipping entries here. I just didn't think about it, to be honest. That plus nothing to say, and little brain with which to say it. Colocation is hideously expensive, it turns out. I'm in a bit of a pickle about finding a home for the server here. Damn these bastards anyway. They're only doing this out of abstract fear - not that they've deigned to really explain it to me anyway, that is. Know anybody in SF with a T1 they'd feel like sharing? I'll be their best friend...

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

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