wanna go HOME now...


8 November 2001

7:12 PM: Not much. There was an editorial in the Times Today that I found kind of disturbing. I've got it up on the front page of this site, since it speaks to some of the same ideas that I had elsewhere. Gee, How Interesting. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Re-watched many Buffy episodes last night, saving them to tape. Musical still good. Screwed up taping Farscape, though. Did not remember to add timer for The Tick. Up until 6:30 AM. Got to work around 3:30 PM. People I was supposed to talk to were in a meeting or something, then gone. They're bringing in a "catered lunch" tomorrow, in connection with some kind of corporate rahrah bullshit. "Catered lunch" means so-so sandwiches in soggy bread. And we can only get them if we come have "an informal picnic-style group lunch". Shudder. But if I'm not here.... oh fuck it. If I'm not so what.

It's not a very good day.

7:29 PM: New Standards of Gall Defined Dept.:

"I think this bill is pitiful. I think it is insulting," said Sen. Phil Gramm, a Texas Republican. "This is a collage of political giveaways and doesn't have enough for stimulus and we would be much much better off not to pass any bill than to pass this bill."
Fuck Hell, that takes too long to come into effect. Besides, these fuckers are probably immortal - they change bodies every 50 years or so, something like that. I think something more immediate is called for here. A plague of boils, spontaneous combustion, big snoggy looking demons - along those lines. This is what I think of whenever I see one of those articles about the Arabic "semi-free" [sic] press, so outraged that they could publish such obvious lies! And then let them go unchallenged! The only paper in this whole country that tells the truth is The Onion.

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

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