That's Just My Face
21 August 2000
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That's Just My Face
21 August 2000
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8:52 PM: We're listening to the Who concert at Shoreline on the radio here at work. Wow, that was a morass of prepositions, wasn't it? Try again: Who at Shoreline, me at work, I listen them on radio. The alarmingly chipper Portugese exchange student/worker/mole here won a ticket to the show at the little company party last Friday.
Oh, I never got into that, did I? Meant to - that's where "Beans n Pork" came from - but my goddamn Win2k machine keeps crashing. It discourages one. Anyways, yes, we had a bit of a scary party here. All week there had been email about it, threatening us with ad sales boys wearing thongs. I'd sworn that I would find a way to be very elsewhere. But then the day came and of course, I forgot.
Hey, wtf? I thought this was the Who live at Shoreline. Why am I listening to Van Halen? Holy shit, their "live concert" was two songs. This is a station that calls itself "The Bone". I think that says everything that needs to be said. (I am not the one who put it on, either, so just hush.)
Anyway. Again. Party, Friday, showed up 2 PM, going full force, but, managed to sneak long way around office, got to desk without going through party area, thought to self, OK, self here, them there, truce possible. Then I learned that they were serving actual food, a sure sign of impending bankruptcy.
Barbecued pork! And not dumbass ribs either, these were big juicy chunks of meat. Some kind of spicy chicken breast pieces. Beans! Barbecue-flavored baked beans! Corn on the cob! I made a complete pig out of myself - as literally as possible if you think about it - and there was still a ton left. Was quite good.
Young Penny's Australian Friends Craig and Melody Came To Town Friday, Too, in three-part harmony, accompanied by M. Meu on the zither. Of course we couldn't have them stay at a hostel, no no, not when Chez Me was available. Considering they used to date each other and then broke up, they got along in the cramped quarters of my front room rather well. Or so I gathered. I don't actually know either of these people all that well. Then Penny took Melody off whitewater rafting with her, and I once again spent the entire weekend either passed out asleep or working on two or three jobs at once. Poor Craig was left to his own devices. I think he may have been happy enough with the cable TV.
Talking about traveling... sigh. WorldCon is end of this month in Chicago, I think. Such a temptation in back of brain, just get on plane, Go! No no. Kristin Hersh in town on 1st. Magritte exhibition ends 5th. Everyone else leaving town to go Burn Man. Time for dumb rats to stay where they are.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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