Why I Am Not An Internet Millionaire
25 January 2000
10:14 PM: Last night was the night that Hannah came to the bar to do her documentary, for some cable-access channel. Given that I was pretty much walking dead all day, I didn't have a big problem leaving early enough to show up for it. In fact I left even earlier than that and went home to watch the new Sopranos episode from Sunday. Yikes. Everyone is being very low-life so far this season. I miss Dr. Melfi, too.
Oh, but so anyway, back in that "real" world. Oh man. Lacey was there, later, and at some point she was talking, with a bit of difficulty if you catch the odor of my drift, about how at least there were still some people left at the bar that I actually knew. She's so good at being kind in that insulting manner. I made the mistake of saying something about how, yes, everyone else had either moved off and gotten a real life or was dead. "What? What, this isn't real? Oh, so what do you consider a 'real' life, then?" Ah, Lacey. See these lips? When sound comes out of them? Don't pay any attention to it. Safest bet.
The point is or was or will be that I was tired beyond belief and only went there to show up for this documentary because I had said I would. Which I did, and had my little 3-line interview, and made my 1.5 clever remarks, and it was all fine. They were very non-disruptive, just the one light that was mounted on the camera, I believe, or else held very close to it. Though it was funny to see that instead of Hannah asking the questions, she had an actual Official On-Air Personality woman there, in a bad TV suit and everything. (Tele Vision. Sheesh.)
But then, well, Penny was there, and Chakra was there and acting very silly, and I kept getting into conversations that would go on hold when some one else would start talking to the person I was talking to, because either I couldn't hear the new conversation or I very pointedly wasn't supposed to hear it, so fine fine, I have a paper to read anyway, see if I care, and you know just that kind of thing and another ...
... hey, how did it get to be 1:30 in the morning? hwee. er, whee, even.
Today very little has happened. I slept late and came to work and did a thing and answered some email and ate soup and read web pages (new Buffy and Angel episode summaries up at MightyBigTV at last, jeez). I was going to install RedHat on this other machine but I heard there was a newer version somewhere in the office but then forgot to go look for it before everyone went home. I have not canceled my dentist appointment and made a new one yet. I am a sniveler.
I seem to be getting people annoyed with me lately and I'm not sure why. Some cases, I have a good idea, yes. Others, not so much. Or maybe they're not really annoyed. I need to get some more Clueless cards to hand out.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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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