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14 March 2000

6:02 PM: I know I asked for an appointment with the new Cyber Dentists, but I didn't really mean tomorrow. I wanted one, you know, later. Suddenly there are all these things happening, movies and dentists and plays and visitors and contracts and books and communist conspiracies. I'm tired just thinking about it. Then again, I'd probably be tired anyway.

We went to see Lynda Williams, the Physics Chanteuse, this weekend. It turns out I worked with her, albeit briefly and not too closely. Still, my god, what a schoolyard SF is sometimes. The show was OK. But we didn't have reserved seats, and apparently did something to disqualify us from being moved up into better seats like the other people who didn't reserve - or maybe we just got there too early and she forgot we existed - but we ended up underneath the rim of the planetarium dome. Trying to turn your body 270 degrees to see something that's on a vertical surface directly above you is not a pleasant way to spend any long amount of time, like more than 10 seconds. Between that and her computer crashing halfway through every other song, some of the magic just wasn't there.

Not much else. I cleaned my toilet, this is how exciting I am.

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

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