Magnetic Eyelids
30 June 1999
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Magnetic Eyelids
30 June 1999
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8:34 PM: Waaah.
I just finished re-reading The Neutronium Alchemist by Peter Hamilton for the fourth or fifth time the other day. It amazes me how enjoyable it still is. I think it's the bedlam of events that he's always juggling, never three things going on when you could have five or six. In the same way that Black Mask could easily make ten Hollywood films, the plot of Alchemist could keep a class of MFAs in storylines for years. And probably will.
So huzzah huzzah, the deal closed at last, we're officially adopted. I want my money now. This of course means that the stock market will crash within the next six months. I don't mean any piddly ass 10% "correction" either. I mean AOL at under $50 a share. I mean mass bankruptcies. I mean row upon row of unoccupied "live/work" lofts where once productive businesses operated.
Or, maybe it won't be the whole economy. If you're lucky, it'll just be us. Someone will distribute an MP3 of our plain-named CEO worshiping Satan. Rupert Murdoch will buy us and sell us all for scientific experiments. But something, there'll have to be something. It's not possible that the unsold portion of my stock will be allowed by fate to be worth anything at all by the time I'm allowed to sell it.
Did I mention how very bad the Austin Powers movie was? I did, didn't I? Very bad.
I know I normally am not the soundest sleeper, but it's gotten ridiculous. I can't sleep for more than 3 hours at a time, with an hour break in between. 5 hours was tolerable. 3 is not. There's got to be a chemical fix to this. Surely I can't be expected to change my habits of entertainment, if I may use such an ill-fitting phrase.
Anyways, I was hoping that typing away here for a while would get me back far enough into the land of awakeitude that I could do a bit more work, but not to be. So home now.
The server is likely to be fragile for a while, by the way. Apologies in advance.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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author is definitely
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