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  A Good Day

28 June 2001

5:10 PM: To be outside, it would be. To be inside, somehow, seems dumb. One has answered the question incorrectly. One is living the consequences.

I'm glad to see that I'm not the only megabitch at work sometimes:

> I can't believe you actually said "TOMORROW". Eveything we do is a team 
> effort, and you obviously don't consider yourself a member of the team.

> That's fine. Just don't expect me to treat you like a member of my team anymore.

Mmmmmmmmmm, Radiohead. They were so good. Shoreline is such an incredible pain in the anal column, though! My good Christ. It took us a half hour to get onto the exit off the freeway. They confiscated Veronica's umbrella! So we missed the Beta Band, dang, and also missed them playing "The National Anthem" and most of "Morning Bell", double dang. But you know, really, it's OK, because the sound was excellent, and Thom Yorke's voice is wonderful, and it was loud and the lights were oooh shiny. I loved hearing "How To Disappear Completely" and "Everything In Its Right Place", particularly. And "I Might Be Wrong" and "Packt Like Sardines In A Crushed Tin Box" off Amnesiac, too. (This extensive song title knowledge, though impressive, is of course quite fake. Go to Follow Me Around and you can look genius too!)

My only real complaint is that the set was too short. I guess I got spoiled by Guided By Voices. But come on, it takes 2 hours to drive there, two hours at least to get back. The actual show should be more than an hour long, you know?

I have not even started eating my soup and I've been at work since 2:30 PM. I do not know why. Perhaps it is because I am a Secret Agent Man...

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

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