Not All The Fog Is In The Air
8 June 1999
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Not All The Fog Is In The Air
8 June 1999
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7:50 PM: The 8th? No, it's the 9th, isn't it? What day is it, Thursday? Monday? Is it still June? Here, have some crackers. Do you have a daddy? Lots of the kids here don't but I don't know why. Why does Tcl/Tk code have so many fucking brackets in it? I can feel it, Dave. I can feel it.
I cannot believe how thoroughly sleepy I was for the last four hours. If I had stopped moving for more than 10 minutes I would have nodded straight off. In what way is this a good state to be in at work? How does it do me any good? And yet, everyone is always very impressed with what time you come in, and notices not at all how useless you are once you get here. So stupid.
I'm thinking more & more about this Viridian thing. Bleck. "Thing". But what else - "movement"? That doesn't sound twee, I'm sure. Cult. The Viridian cult, that's better. And fuel cells, and total lifecycle costs, and not letting the best be the enemy of the good, and doing something that might genuinely matter in some tiny sort of way. If only I had any kind of useful skills or knowledge! Instead of just being a fast typer and a big bullshitter, which does OK at getting me paid and all, but is not so good at having an affect on the real world.
Still. Might be something. Have to think about it. Not now, later when brain work. Yes. Hello.
Uh oh, I've forgotten what it is I'm theoretically doing here. Maybe that means I should go home. I suppose I don't have to wait for the sun to go down to go outside. It's just habit.
9:25: Duhhhhhh.
This month's pinup is Pizzicato Five and their new extra groovy release, International Playboy & Playgirl. They sort of define the concept of 'pin-up' anyway. If you think about it. A lot.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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