Job? What Job?
18 June 2001
6:46 PM: Why am I even here anymore? I don't know. Oh, because I want to get paid. That sure seems like a sad excuse. Sure, Snack!® gets its bold font back Today for the Double Chocolate Rice Krispies Marshmallow Treats. But is one free candy bar really worth the train trip down here? I think not.
I just want to write code, dammit. Is that so much to ask? Hmm. I tend to say that pretty frequently. I guess it must be so much to ask. So what isn't too much to ask? That gravity not fail in my immediate vicinity for the next 24 hours at least?
9:54 PM: Plus, everything there is to do here is stupid. It's all way too much about wheedling things out of other people. Makes me crazy. Er.
Plus I took the Celebrity Matchmaker quiz at emode.com and it matched me up with Britney Spears. If that's not enough to depress you, I dunno what would be. Sure was enough for me. How embarassking.
10:03 PM: Oh, so since I don't have anything to say particularly, let's talk about Christian superhero theme cruises. Lana sent me that link today. Yes, it's quite scary in and of itself. But go check out Bibbleman himself. His costume's evolution is interesting. He starts out looking kind of Mr. JC Natural, cut-felt musical theater reject. By the most recent one, he's become this kind of strange homoerotic insectoid man-beast thing. I dare you to watch him perform.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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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