27 November 2000
9:47 AM: From the sounds of it, someone is deconstructing the ground floor of my apartment building. This is a little worrisome to me, since I live on the first floor (or what you Americans would call the second floor I suppose which is silly because everyone knows that indexes start with 0), directly above all this banging and crashing. For now, at least.
Thanksgiving at Lana's was wonderful, of course. Her new kitchen is astonishing. I think they're leasing it out part-time as an operating room and genetics lab. We watched South Park again, too, a nice new holiday tradition.
After that, nothing but working, reading, and sleeping. Mmm, sleeping...
10:09 PM: You know, the actual words to the Monkees' theme song are really strange. "Cause we're the young generation / And we've got somethin' to say / Hey hey, we're the Monkees!" ????? I was only a kid, and a socially retarded one at that, so I don't have any sense of it. Did that sound so incredibly .... I don't know, naive? back then? I mean, yes, stupid, Monkees, put that aside. "We're the young generation, and we've got something to say." Was there a time when anybody ever said that with a straight face? I think there was, wasn't there? Unbelievable.
These are the kinds of things you think about when you're playing too much Solitaire. (Literally, the computer-card-game, you dirty mind.)
10:15 PM: Weekend Media Report: Lots, but mostly, Harry Potter Extravaganza! I read all the books. Me like Good! ® Reviews by Og. They didn't particularly read like kids' books to me. Probably because most of the books I read are so childish anyway. But sheesh, Goblet of Fire is something like 700+ pages, you can say that's a kid's book if you like but all I can say is, heckuva kid.
There's very little new to say about them that hasn't been said a zillion times in other places, seems like. I always appreciate a story with stupid people who are mean for bad reasons and don't get punished, not really, but live to keep on being mean and get away with it. Hogwarts is great, Hermy O'Ninny is great, etc. etc.
I also read A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius which I borrowed from Lana. It has good bits but my he does go on at times. I like the picture of a stapler.
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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