Eyes Way Unfocused
23 September 1999
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23 September 1999
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5:44 PM: The main machine I work on these days is on its way to San Jose, or is already there and still being set up, or vanished in a greasy fireball somewhere on 101, something. It is not hooked up to the network, this is all I know. I have been doing some other housecleaning work, but now here it is almost 6 PM, I've been here since 9:30 AM (OK, 9:45), and I'm thinking, you know, I could just
GO HOME
Really. It seems that I have all of the remaining episodes of The Sopranos to watch, for one thing. It's over, probably ended last week, I never knew. So I could do that. Or I could go to a movie at the Metreon, which is right near here. Or just, oh...
NAP
So I think I'll just do that. If I can get away unseen. We'll find out.
There was something else I wanted to put in here but I forget what it is now. Or was. Will be. Something. Poor little Mars Climate Orbiter. All burned up. Beep.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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All names are fake, most places are real, the
author is definitely
unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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