More of Little
9 June 1999
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More of Little
9 June 1999
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10:11 PM: They're moving more people into my area of the office, it looks like. That's clever. Maybe we can all start the Cult of the Ventilator, and walk around humming and whirring and blowing air down people's necks until they give us money.
I Was A Part-time Zombie Dept.: I staggered home last night, fortunately managing to wake up before my stop on the train. I remember thinking vaguely about going out later after just a little nap... Slept until 1 PM today in a complete coma. Not straight through of course. I woke up around 2 AM and ended up finishing re-reading Snow Crash until 4 or so. Then coma. The alarm even went off at 8 AM, because I forgot to turn it off, and it didn't keep me awake more than the few minutes it took to get up, whack the clock radio, fall back down and listen to the BBC World Service headlines. When what I like to think of as consciousness returned this afternoon, I was in the strangest position: on my back, left arm folded up with my hand palm-outward near my head, right hand over my heart. I felt like religious statuary. Our Blessed Martyr of the Starches.
Speaking of coming to a bad end, I got my new California driver's license card in the mail yesterday. The picture looks like one of those celebrity drug bust photos, where the guy knows that he's in trouble but he's still too high to really feel bad about it, plus he's having trouble with that comprehension thing. I have to figure out how to scan these in for you to see. The contrast between this picture and the last one is amazing, I think anyway, and they were only taken 8 years apart. So now I know the literal meaning of "over the hill": my second derivative has turned negative. This is no bell, this is a plain old artillery shell curve. Boom.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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