Orp! Orp! Orp!
3 August 2000
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6:12 PM:
Bush Calls Nation to Rally to 'Great Porpoise'
9:36 PM: I was watching some stupid cable movie last night about the President or someone killing people to hide videotaped evidence of his wife having an affair. Very realistic, I know, but it was late. Anyway, the "hero" apparently was a Secret Service agent, and he was explaining to the obligatory blonde what made him want to be a SS man. "I remember when Hinckley shot Reagan [...] and everybody, you know - didn't matter if you were a Democrat or Republican, everbody was pulling for Reagan, hoping he didn't die."
Which I found kind of odd. Because I distinctly remember that everybody I knew was quite pleased to hear that the Lizard King had been shot, and then bummed out when the news came that the wound wasn't fatal. From, what, five feet away??? Nothing but incompetence these days.
Phase I of the freelance thing has ended, the site is live, its premier is tomorrow. I am so pissed off at the goon of a client, I can't even say. But, eh. It's not like he's my boss. That's the good side of the arrangement.
10:02 PM: How anyone could have listened to Dumbya tonight and then said "It was a well-written speech" with a straight face, I will never understand. There must be some kind of pundit drug that they use. "Good people can disagree about whether killing babies is wrong." (I'm paraphrasing slightly.)
Waited in line for a half hour today to get August Fast Passes, because of course the only possible place in all of San Francisco that MUNI can sell them is at the same booth that sells tickets for the cable cars. It's August, you see, and all the Europeans and other peoples who live in the civilized world of 4-week vacations have descended on us. So since I'd already wasted that much time, I figured I might as well go to the Burger King for lunch before going in to work, since I'm not down there too often.
I think, after long deliberation, that these new fries at Le Roi de Burgere are a mistake. There's just something un-french-fry-ish about them - the texture is wrong, they're weirdly sweet almowst. I realize this might not matter to the King himself, that my tastes are often out of sync with the great fat blobbery greasy colony organism that is the American public. But then some people like Pepsi, too - DIET Pepsi. Brrrrrrrrr.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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