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  Cheese Steak Tuesday

20 November 2001

8:53 PM:

"On my tenth or so rewatch I realized that you can hear the zipper on Spike's jeans being pulled down."

Not much news. Already in holiday mode, which can be distinguished from normal mode by proximity to a holiday. A widely-recognized one. Doktor appt tomorrow at 10 AM - eee! Early. But I should just be glad that there was somebody left in this city between now and New Year's. Heh. At work they are talking about forcing us to take the week between Christmas and New Year's off. As Willy Wonka said, "No. Wait. Stop."

Oh! We're a business! No, seriously, a real business! We got a bank account and everything - with real money in it! And I'm talking like a cartoon again! Too much TV! Aaah! The cool thing is, now that we are preferred capitalist pigdog customers (hahah little do they know of our subversive Phase 2 plan...) (of course little do we know either, but I'm sure it'll be Really good.) (anyway.), as a bonus we all get free Personal checking accounts as well. And I do mean eff arrr ee! ee! - they even refund you the cost of ATM charges. Plus the bill paying online and all mandatory things. So, no more snooty braindead multinational bank for me. Cool.

I have no concerts lined up this week. Oh, sure, 20 Minute Loop is playing in Fairfax Friday, which I think you have to say like Sylvester the Cat. But that's, like, far. Car far. Too far for me. I think we are going to hang out at Lana and Eddie's and watch David Mamet films, and maybe go see Iron Monkey again. Still have multo free passes to AMC theaters, and the passes expire at the end of this year. Panic! Or, not.

Oh, and, uh, yeah, Buffy, pretty good episode tonight. Yeah.

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

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