wanna go HOME now...

  Also, Headphones. Look Em Up.

6 March 2000

6:28 PM: Must just keep telling myself, "Murder is illegal. Jail would be far more annoying than this." Can't these headphones go any louder? Ow. Oh, I guess they can. Jesus, I can still hear him talking! Hello? Telephones, they have these amazing things called handsets??? Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Aaaaaaaa!

Or, why I work the evening shift.

9:47: New toys! I got retro payment of three works of raise Friday, so I finally once again own a working receiver. It's one of them there fancy Dolby Digital Doodah ones and I got me the 5 speakers and the SubMariner that go with to boot, yup! It's real nice. I feel like I should go out and detail a car or something.

Of course I ran out of cables and wires halfway through trying to connect it up, so I haven't experienced The Awesome Full Effect yet. I think, though, that the Awesomeness has mostly to do with being loud, which is the thing I can't really do except during the day, when I can't watch movies anyway because the sun shines right on the screen. Oh my life, so complex, so rich. But, but, I can listen to actual vinyl albums and my CDs at home now, and that's something I can do during the day. If I'm, like, home and awake and out of bed and stuff.

What else? Saw Dark City as the inaugural movie of the AFEDDD system. Pretty good. Very Matrixy except for having come out first. Jude Law! He was more of an alien in The Annoying Mr. Ripley. Here he looks more like Jerry Harrison. Kiefer Sutherland's following in Dad's footsteps, playing hammed-out weirdo sorta-villians. Maybe his gasping was supposed to link in thematically with the fish and the ocean. Or not.

Election tomorrow. Stupid things will pass, stupid people will win, there is no hope for this country, but nobody else wants Americans except as tourists. I can see why people try to pretend that none of it is real. That kind of works, until they come put you in jail.

He's still here. "Because it's wrong!" Yes, Buffy. Go home now me.

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

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