wanna go HOME now...

  Uh... Something Pithy

4 April 2001

5:52 PM: Geez, here I am at home again. Working since ... 8 AM? 8:30? Something like that. 8:24 says ps. Stuff just keeps coming up, this truly lovely Expensive Commercial Software keeps crashing, phone calls and IM notes and everybody thinking up whole new features at 2 Weeks Past Launch and slipping... Just gets away from me, time.

Well not tomorrow I bet. In theory I will be in the doktor's office at 9:30 AM, so I ought to make it to the office by at least 2 PM.

Meanwhile, here's a scary story about all the independent DSL providers like Covad - the people who my own actual DSL company use - going out of business. Northpoint already evaporated. I am really not happy to see this. I already have to have cable from AT&T, please, let me not be forced to go back to Pasuckfic Hell for DSL on top of that. But gosh, of course, we would never say words like "monopoly". It's purely a coincidence that Pac Bell screwups constantly get in the way of the smaller companies. Gaah.

Preview for the new Buffy episode at the end of last night's rerun (which I watched despite having just watched my tape of the exact same episode two days before, My Pathetic Moment for the week so far). But it's not showing for another two weeks. I guess they were worried that we'd decide the season was over and all go watch Bravo or something. Stupid TV Guide puts way too much information in their show blurbs, by the way. Don't go there.

And la la la not a lot else to say because what am I doing besides working, drinking tea, smoking and eating chocolates? Nothing. Sleeping. Oh, hey, there's a thought.

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

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