Duh
4 August 1999
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11:08 PM: Ah. Perhaps now I am smarter, yes? The network connection, she is the bitch again tonight. So I write this here on my little mashine, and then when done, ship it up there. Thus if break in connection, not all words abandoned to abysmal depths. Cue for the power to go out anytime now...
I got a copy of OpenLinux because it's supposed to be soooooo easy to install. Ha ha. The joke is your clothing, distribution purchaser - it's easy to install, but it doesn't boot. Oops. Never trust anyone who picks Los Angeles to symbolize the entire Pacific time zone. And since everything is run by these DOS-based semi-GUI happy-face utilities, when they vanish into UnexpectedProblemLand, there's no way to tell what's wrong. I would have been better off with Debian.
Which, fortunately, I have at home. Should have known. Trust the geeks.
Yesterday was big FY2000 kickoff marketingspeak CEO & Friends bullshit meeting starting at ungodly hour of 8:30 AM. Ow. I was extremely disappointed that not one of the oversuited bastards - and I must say, even when they weren't wearing suits, they were wearing suits, you know? - not one of them made an even glancing attempt to give a name to 00. As in FY00. It's all over their charts, but every time they hit it, they'd either skip it with an audible bump, or pronounce it "Eff Why, uh... Two Thousand". Cowards. Come on, call it something, you know you will eventually. Call it Year Zero and make ominous remarks about not needing a vision plan much longer.
After much tedious yada, was big social supposedly time at Metreon. I guess most people had fun. Yours Truly did not. I did skip out at perhaps a crucial hour, it's true, to go down the street and go to the bookstore. But I needed (I thought) the aforementioned OpenLinux, and ended up finding the next installment in Turtledove's The Great War series. So it really was important.
Hanging around in crowds of people, very few of whom I knew, even fewer particularly close or comfortable with, no, not fun. I just hate social things more and more. Not only do they make me more tired & cranky than usual, but they leave this toxic residue of self-disgust for days afterwards. Further layers of which, I need not, thank you.
This is not promising for the convention vacation. I think it will require more of an effort and, crucially, better drugs.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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