Pocket, Hole, Fire
31 March 2000
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5:31 PM: In Boomsville, Payday means Frivolous Spending Day, and that means CDs from the outlet store downstairs. Buncha Bowie CDs that weren't really on sale but I don't have them on CD and I wanted them so there: Lodger, Young Americans, and Scary Monsters, yum. A Selecter greatest hits thing. Hi And Easy, easy listening versions of "Sunshine of Your Love", "Louie Louie", and other Tin Ear Alley favorites. If only I hadn't gotten the soup too. Bleah.
I will bet you a shiny dime that UPS tried to deliver my computer today, the one day that nobody was there to receive it.
Tonight is the first game at the new ballpark. Exhibition game, not real season, but like that matters? It's so cool to walk past it every day. I just hope we're not overrun by homophobic drunks from the suburbs. It's bad enough to have them driving through the neighborhood, now they're be walking around in it with sunburned necks, Teva sandals, and those ridiculous culottes or whatever you call those midi pants. I've taken BART on days when the A's were playing, though, and it was pretty much OK. Families with kids are around, for one thing, and that tends to keep people from misbehaving too badly. Which is strange but kinda nice.
Not to mention that being baseball fans does act as a kind of filter against extreme dickheadedness in the first place. Not absolute, grant you. But it's not like it was a football stadium, thank god.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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