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  Hmmm, I Smell Ham

7 June 2001

3:36 PM: I think maybe I'm hungry. Oh, hey, Snack! is out. Let's see what it is.

3:38 PM: Pah! Leftovers! The uneaten Kudos and PopTarts from this week and the week before. How lame. Man, these M&M Kudos taste OK, but they really don't bear lengthy visual examination. They kinda look pre-eaten, you know? Blrp.

So hey. It was hot again Today - hot by SF standards, above 80 degrees. But the wind was already starting up by the time I came into the office, around 1:30. Still - sunny, clear skies, not actively Cold. It'll do.

Here's a man who needs help:

"I must admit: the supremacy of globalization and free trade fills me with an intoxicating sense of glee."

Day game at Pac Bell Park Today. That makes so much more sense than sitting here in my semi-fattening-pen, finding ways to avoid doing any work. Speaking of not working - I noticed something of an increase in the number of hipster chicks & chets hanging around the Lower Haight when I was getting coffee earlier. Also, a lot of babies. Almost Noe Valley levels. Is there some connection? Secret underground hipster breeding programs? How can anyone think that those little beard-nozzle things look appealing?

9:35 PM: I know that it's old news and everything, but I'm a slow learner, so what? 69 Love Songs is one of the very best albums I've ever listened to - not just lately, but ever. I was sitting there playing Solitaire and listening to the first volume of it last night (waiting for something, I forget what now... oh right, sobriety, that was it). Every song was surprising, every song was smart and funny and gorgeous. The lyrics so very especially:

The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
but I I love it when you read to me and you you can read me anything
You owe it to yourself to own these CDs. You do. And how big an idiot am I for not seeing them when they toured supporting this release a few years ago? Now they're playing Shoreline. Pfaagh dumbkopf.

Sammich for lunch. Had some of that "Red Bull" stuff to see if it could help me wake up. Ewww it's so weird tasting. What the hell is that supposed to taste like, anyway? Bull semen?

Doktor this morning to get a prescription refill. Now here's what's brilliant about healthcare in this country. My insurance doesn't always cover all the cost of prescription medication. So La Doktoro said, Oh I'll just write yours for the 100 mg dose instead of 25. Why?, ask I. Because it's the same price. Now in what universe does 4x of something cost as much as x? We all know that I'm going to go home and use my handy pill cutter to cut that thing in quarters, ending up with my original dosage at 25% of the cost. It's all just some kind of game. V. dumb.

Speaking of healthcare, I see that Tony's gone and won another election over there, bless his funny little head.

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

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