11 October 2000
7:32 PM: I can't bring myself to listen to this. I'm trying, really I am. But Gore and Bush ... gaaah. I want to kill both of them, in A STRICTLY METAPHORICAL SENSE OF COURSE MR. SECRET SERVICE MAN THANKS. They're just so eww. I never thought I would feel so sorry for Jim Lehrer.
OK, but on the other hand, Gore does know that the North Pole has melted.
10:20 PM: Damn. When I said I would chortle with glee when the New Economy went all to pieces, I meant after I got my piece of it. Was that unclear to somebody?
We are now all underwater. I don't know what it's going to do to the merger - it's a stock trade, not a for-money thing, so I'm confident that it will be structured in such a way as to do the VCs and other major investors and officers of the company the most good, small-time stockholders some good but not too much lest they get spoilt, and employees - well, who cares what happens to employees, eh? Fooie. If only I could write off imaginary losses on my taxes.
This clearly puts a bit of a crimp in lots of grandiose future plans. We'll just have to see what happens. I sure need to do something though. I have so little motivation to get anything done at "work" that it's almost unethical.
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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