Got Fries 26 June 2001

6:21 PM: You know how you were beginning to suspect that everyone's a phony, no matter how sincere or genuine they might appear? Well, you were right.

Did not eat chow mein last night after all, due to some serious time disappearance. I swear, I just sat down at the computer for a minute, tops, and suddenly poof! It was midnight. Aliens, my theory.

Also, a sad day: Bozo Matic has resigned. Oh well, his name's really Bozidar anyway.

Not too much to say. Woke up early with the stomach. Did not go to work, because why? I started reading Infinity Beach, Jack McDevitt's new book. Scary alien mystery novel. Not too scary yet, though. Ms. V. came by to pick up ticket for The New Pornographers tonight. Yay! That CD is so good, my breath is all bated. Baited? Ah, no:

Bated here comes from an abbreviation of 'abated' through loss of the first vowel (a process called aphesis), and which has the meaning 'reduced, lessened, lowered in force'. So 'bated breath' means that you almost stop breathing through terror, or awe, or extreme anticipation or anxiety. Shakespeare used it in The Merchant of Venice:

Shall I bend low and, in a bondman's key,
With bated breath and whisp'ring humbleness,
Say this: ...
Act 1, Scene 3.

Fell asleep around 11 AM as usual. Woke up about 1:30 PM, got out of bed around 1:50, got coffee anyway. My attitude is not the best. Got to work, deleted most of my email, fixed a few bugs, helped someone write some code, ordered a cheeborgy combo from Borgy Island, and here I am.

Ta da.

7:32 PM: Oh man! It really is true - Nothing is real!

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

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