Oh, Right, A Title
13 June 2001
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4:34 PM: OK, I'm listening to Sting sing country music right now. Now I know what the soundtrack to The Fear sounds like.
4:35 PM: Hey, biscotti! That's OK.
5:05 PM: I had another one of those dreams this morning. I was absolutely convinced that I had written this whole big Web-based multimedia novel/film/screenplay/website extravaganza, that was about alien invasions, a dog with a girl's head, traveling forward and backward in time, and the Earth being turned into something like a blocky 80s videogame. But if I did, I can't find it now. Shoot. It looked interesting, though I remember that it was not really very good.
The big cheese manager who decided to lay off all the people from the efficient engineering department here, instead of the inefficient departments elsewhere, and then came out here to lie to we survivors about why, has just quit. I'm just ever so surprised.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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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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