Low Power, No Fan
20 January 2000
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7:46 PM: Some anonymous coward whiny person put a post-it on the stereo yesterday, reading "No More Beck Please!!!" So I'm playing my Hepburn CD instead. That'll teach 'em.
Ha! I was checking something out in old pages from here and found this entry from last year right around this time: "It's getting harder every day to convince myself that I really do have to go to work at some point." Man, nothing ever changes, does it? One does question, can a career as a self-employed communist programmer really be sustained by a person with such little motivation? I think so. I usually respond very doggishly to personal obligation. But I might just be whistling in the dark there.
Owie, this donut is hurting my teeth. Oh come on, it's got nuts, I'm not that pathetic. Not in that particular way at least. Been looking up dentists on the web today, trying to find an alternative to Mr. Don't-Waste-My-Time-Whining-For-Gas-You-Pathetic-Loser before it's too late to cancel the appointment. Problem is that the best lead so far, as far as location & insurance & a specific promise to use gas, has misspellings all over his web page. On the one hand, that's the fault of the loser he hired to build it, and I'm not going to him for Web consulting; on the other hand, it does indicate a certain lack of attention to detail, disconcerting when someone is aiming rapidly spinning sharp metal things at your mouth, you know.
New PC sitting here, ought to hook it up I spose. Not new new. Vulture new - someone quit and I snagged it before they could take it away and lock it up downstairs. And, a three-button mouse! Whoo! My life is just a roller coaster of thrills.
8:58:
Hey, who turned out the moon?
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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