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SATAN DRIVES TO WORK

 
  Staring -> Space

13 November 2000


4:05 PM: The good part about animal crackers, as we know, is not their cookieness; they have a weird texture and taste sort of like Zwieback, so you feel vaguely like an infant eating them. No, what we like is being able to systematically dismember helpless animals with our teeth. Cute helpless animals with no faces, of indeterminate species. (A cow? A hippo? A dog?) I'm sure this means something deeply... er, meaningful. But apart from the obvious, I don't know what.

Hey, there's another one of those good Accidental Epitaphs.

8:57 PM: Damn! I just went outside into the freezing-for-SF night air, to get some foodlike substance from McDonalds, and got all the way to the corner before I saw the unlit building and remembered the sign I had seen on my way in today: "Closed for Repairs". The images that raises are really better left unvisualized - not that that's ever stopped me. I mean, what is it that a McDonalds would need to repair? Chicken McNuggets flopping around the freezer?

11:12 PM: It's always a bad sign when I dread going home as much as I did coming to work in the first place.




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

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