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22 February 2001

6:52 PM: Quickly: saw Fall at Berkeley Rep last night. Good good good good good. It's about a 14-year-old girl whose parents drag her with them to an island swing camp for a month. No, swing DANCING, you feeelthy. The dialog for the girl, and the incredible performance by the actress, were just pitch-perfect. It made me miss all the goofy high-school kids who used to be on SF Net years ago. "Look! There's Attila! He writes science fiction as a hobby. Why doesn't he just change his name to Asocial Weenie and get it over with?" The play wasn't perfect, there were a few anvilly bits, but honestly none of that was very much to worry about. It was tons of fun.

Lana and some other friends came and had a great time. "Are they always this good???" I tried not to gloat. Not very hard, but I did try.

Tonight I am going to go see New Legend of Shaolin with ... nobody, seems like. Geez.

There was something else but I forget. I do that a lot.

OH! I remember. So last night, very tired, get home, short nap, decide, "Oh I'll go down to the bar just for a bit." Hours later... We've been invaded by the French, as I think I may have mentioned, and some of the very worst ones were bothering Theresa the overworked bartender quite a bit. Mostly, there were about 10 guys flocking around two or three girls, who themselves were quite loud and not nearly as all that as they thought. And they wouldn't leave. Not only that, they were rude about not leaving, and about demanding to be served at 5 minutes before 2 AM.

The relevance of this is that Theresa got so annoyed that she kept me and Saul and Raymond in the bar after 2 AM so she could vent about those feebs after finally chasing them out. Because we are very good co-venters and creators of snarky remarks. Hard as that may be to imagine. And she kept filling our pint glasses up... what could I do? I didn't want to be rude.

Anyways, around about 4 AM, I realized that I probably would not be getting up early on the Today that is Today right now. And so I did not. Which means that this will be my second 5-hour workday in a row. Not the sort of pattern that really goes with being ever-further behind on a high-profile project at work. Watch me weep.

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

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