14 September 2000
7:18 PM: Sorry, a little hungry. I seem to have forgotten to really eat for a day or three. I blame these nuts. And this nut.
Whee! Whee! Whee! Sleater-Kinney is coming back to town! Two nights! At the not too large at all Great American Music Hall! Bounce bounce bounce, as a young friend of mine used to say. Only more scarily. To me at least.
Squirrel Nut Zippers are coming to town too. Still can't decide if I want to go see The Bangles Sunday or not.
I'm going to see if I can find somebody at CompUSA who can show me how to put a plug on the end of Ethernet cable. Good luck. Then maybe I can wire the apartment up even more. If I go away for 6 months or more, what's going to happen to the place? I don't know, I hope it'd be OK unoccupied. I suppose I could sublet it, but I don't even like having visitors there while I'm around. Let someone else live there? By themselves? What if they break something? What if they invite all their rowdy friends over for Monday Night Football? What if they hold bloody Republican rituals and stain the carpet?
Personal referrals don't mean too much, either. I've had roommates. I remember this. "Oh he's a totally cool guy." Forgot to mention his three not-so-totally-cool homeless friends who kinda sorta just crashed for like, a night or two, ykno, that turned into de facto elements of the household.
I'm having a hard time taking the prospect seriously anyway. That finishing problem I guess. Well, no rush. Get through this Halloween takeover and see what the exchange rate between lies and cash turns out to be, then think about it.
They're selling condos in the new building across from the ball park starting at Seven Hundred Thousand Dollars. And advertising it like that was a good deal! Holy Murgatroid.
7:32 PM: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck fuck fuck. Must find rich person. Must buy UC Theater. Must not let cheapass Texas corporation close only good rep theater in entire Bay Area! Must save Hong Kong movies!
Wait! THWAPT! Texas!!!! Of course! It's Dubya! His wicked revenge! Oh this has gone too far, this has. The gloves are off now, buddy.
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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