Last Train to Yesterday
30 December 2000
6:38 PM: See, even US News & World Report agrees with me: this is no way the future. More like "Cats: The Century! Now in its extended 75th year!"
Meanwhile, back in Spinnerville, I think I have found my favorite new band of all time for now: Barcelona. They're a silly Casio-tech band from Washington, DC. How can I not love the creators of the classic song, "I Have the Password to Your Shell Account"?
Trying to decide what to do about New Year's. There's a party I could go to. Or I could stay inside and hide some more. Boy howdy, I am so not prepared for work to begin again on Tuesday. I tell myself, "Oh, I just need a few more days. Another week. That's all I need." Like I would get all the sleeping-all-day and society-shunning out of my system if I could just burn through it. Uh huh. That's what I thought when I quit my last job, too. A year and a half later, I still hadn't quite gotten through that stage yet.
If only they would allow smoking, maybe I could start a business as a temporary replacement for political prisoners. You know, I'd go sit in the cell for them while they went out and went, oh, shopping or something. Do they let political prisoners have Net access, do you think? Probably not. Hmm.
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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