His Disturbing Tendencies
4 November 1999
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9:43 PM: This sure is taking a long time. Hurry up, dome template!! Ur, bumb, I mean. Er, I mean dumb. We See A Pattern Develop...
Back to the epic-scale novelistic dreams this morning - I woke up around 11:30 and had to go back to sleep for 10 minutes because it wasn't quite done. They're like narrated made-for-TV novelizations or something, because as much as I see things happening, I can hear the prose quite clearly. This one was kind of weird, if you can imagine such a thing. Something about living several different variations on the same life simultaneously, but it took a lot of effort. Plus the usual secret government conspiracy, thwarted love affair, and strange Islamic fairy tale ending about the law requiring that I had to be skinned for a particular crime, but it said nothing about putting the skin back on again afterwards. With magic, you know.
This Just In: Ammiano decisively crushes Kermit the Frog.
Man, nothing like getting your name in the paper to bring the friends out of the woodwork. One dumb little quote and I hear from people who haven't said "Boo!" in months if not years. It's nice, but now I feel like I should figure out how to keep that from happening again. But unpurposeful communication is really weird for me - even email, let alone by telephone or god forbid actual paper letters. Unless I'm flirting, which is a purpose anyway so it doesn't count. Maybe I can just give them the URL of this thing so they can vicariously keep in touch. Which they must of course be dying to do. Ha ha.
Speaking of lame wastes of time, I signed up at SocialNet the other day. More personal profiles. "If you are a smoker, do you feel you should be: a) hung b) shot c) drawn & quartered d) pitied & shunned ?" Sigh. I ended up ranting like a madman in answer to any question where you got to write freeform. I realize the danger here is low, but god knows what that sort of nonsense might lure in.
And now, the really important stuff: Alyson Hannigan, aka Willow on Buffy, is on the cover of CosmoGirl this month (or week, or however often it comes out, like I would know). In a shiny shiny dress. I stole a few of the pictures, but you should still go to the Cosmo site - you could take the Buffy Boy Quiz! So she ends up being pinup two months in a row, at least for now. Le sigh.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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