A Century of Spinach 4 January 2000

9:43 PM: God, there's little to say. It's a new ... hmm, well it's the end of the 1900s for sure, and to celebrate, MUNI has shut down the Embarcadero leg of the N Judah line, which is the train I take to work. So now I can take a shuttle bus that's more than a wee bit dubious, or I could walk, or even ride my bike, heaven forfend. Lazy old fat drunk lazy hi.

Which is about all that's going on lifewise. Like the song says, "Everynight, about 11 o'clock, I go out." I have the alarm turned off again, still, and I do like that. I wake up pretty early without it, usually, but then I lie there for a little bit and decide, Naaah, and go back to sleep. Increasing difficulty in convincing myself that it's worth it to go in to work. Not hopeful.

You know, I can see that a site like guru.com is serving some real needs, but I still hate them. They sell you an illusion of community, where in reality you are just an asset to them. And isn't that what getting out of JobWorld is supposed to end? Not to mention the name. "Guru" my dick. That's such an overused word, it's meaningless. It's like Hollywood people calling each other "geniuses". Feh.

OK, so, good to see the crabby old man machinery is still working...

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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