Force of Habit
4 September 2001
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4 September 2001
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6:52 PM: Umm.....
Three wrong numbers this morning on two different phones. All spaced just long enough apart for me to almost get back to sleep in between. That was fun.
Ended up going down to the bar last night after all, because I remembered that it was the first Monday of the month, which means I get beer on the house, for hosting the web site for the bar on my server. Barter economy - just like Russia! It was pretty damn boring. I am tired of nodding politely while drunken people - who aren't that interesting when they're sober and are less so otherwise - ramble on and on in my ear about who cares what. If I want incoherent conversation I can talk to myself.
In search of a different drug, I tried watching TV. But Sci-Fi had had some kind of movie festival for the Label Day weekend, so that screwed up. I am hoping the ReplayTV will help with this overly complicated scheduling problem. I watched Gattaca instead - I bought a used tape of that a while ago. Nice to see a science fiction movie that tries its darndest to genuinely be science fiction - to explore the social consequences of technology, not just make plastic models go WHOOOOOOOOOSH! in a vacuum. Uma Thurman is so gorgeous, and yet you know, she's kinda funny-lookin'. Interesting. The complete absence of biometrics technology skewers the plausibility a bit, as does the scene of the presumable crew of a one-year mission to Titan going up into orbit in business suits. I guess they'll change at the station or something. But overall, pretty good.
Today nothing is happening.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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