wanna go HOME now...


29 June 2000

6:14 PM: Running off to see Castle of Cagliostro. Donuts for lunch. Mmmm, nutritious. More yelling at people. I don't mean to yell. But telephones. I hate them. I blame my tools.

Also this woman singing now sounds like she's trying to clear her throat. I think she should really cut down on the smoking. Why do so many Portugese or Spanish singers do this? Sound like really, really bad B-movie actors? Make that hacky phlegmy sound in the back of their throats? It's very unrestful. Yet it's laid on top of the cheesiest damn flute-and-strumming-guitar music. Like a Disney movie starring Bobcat Goldthwaite. Weird. Other countries are different!

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

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