Oh Joy, More Boxen
3 April 2000
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Oh Joy, More Boxen
3 April 2000
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3:43 PM: It's here! It's here! It's here! It's taking up my whole bedroom!
The computer of course. Two huge damn boxes, monitor and computer. I was so excited when it arrived this morning, I actually stood next to the boxes, wheezing, and thought about setting them up right then and there for about 30 seconds. Then I went back to bed. It wasn't even 10 AM yet for Christ's sakes.
Quickie Weekend Media Report (Since I have to leave early today to go to dinner with the rest of the communist conspiracy.):
Topsy Turvy on Sunday, after a nice but very fast diner meal of fried chicken at Joe's Place across the street, yum. For the first time, I have the sense that I might like Gilbert & Sullivan. I always found them kind of stiff & uninteresting before, an impression this movie certainly blew to bits. Ah, Victorians. So amusing. Another wonderful example of the power of formal language; the way that it can be a bridge between classes just as much as a wall. Well, maybe siege engine more than bridge. But I digress - there's almost no class warfare in Topsy Turvy, while there is lots of marvelous singing and very silly dancing and lovely leading ladies and fatuous tenors and stalwart actors and neurotic writers and composers and even some French hoochie koochie girls, ooh la la! Multi fun plus. Now I want to see if The Mikado is on video.
New Sopranos episode, which I watched this morning, nervewracking as usual.
ASP For Dummies is everything it deserves to be. If you would like to take that as a favorable review, then god speed you.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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