Read After Meals
7 June 2000
9:14 PM: You know what's just the most attractive thing? When you're blowing your nose and you unexpectedly sneeze into the Kleenex®, and it backblows all over your face. So suave.
In other words, I've been sick. Achoo. So I did very little this weekend. The Korean barbecue place on Saturday was excellent, enormous amounts of food that none of us except the birthday girl could identify, or pronounce for that matter. Well, OK, I recognized the big pile of sliced-up raw beef. Best tempura I have ever had, too. That number again - Brother's Restaurant, you'll be glad you ate there.
But getting a cab home from Geary in the avenues at 10 pm on a Saturday night, that's another story altogether. Cold wind, no sweater, long time wait. Thus achoo, Cardassian neck syndrome. Not helped any, likely, by spending a full day Sunday coding up examples for the PHP book. Making things up from scratch is much harder than doing what somebody asks you to do, especially when you don't really intend to use what you're making.
And yes of course the DSL line is still down. Mostly, anyway. Whenever I need it.
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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