PONG Is Older Than You 15 May 2001

5:27 PM: 1972. I had no idea. Kind of scary, really.

Doing the new issue. Way too much complicated niggling little typing things to do. My arms are tired and I am bery, bery bored. But, this is what I get for leaving it to the last minute as usual. And that last minute is getting laster all the time.

What else do I have to say. Finally went to the bank, go Team Me. They had the good Chicken Cobb Salads at Briazz too. The Tower Outlet store downstairs closed while I was on vacation, I missed the big final sale. We still don't have peanut M&Ms for sale in the candy machine here at work, dagnabit. It was another beautiful day outside. The next four years in America are shaping up to be really embarassing - and that's the best-case scenario.

No new CDs or books or DVDs or nothin. Finally saw Sopranos last night and god damn, that was nerve-wracking. Tonight is next-to-last (? better not be the last) Buffy and Angel for the year. The WB, in the finest post-equine-departure door-closing style, has decided not to cancel Angel but cling to it like a bitter ex-girlfriend who won't give you back your Radiohead CD. Er. Not that I would know anything about that. (Honestly.)

I think we're listening to the Internet.

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

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