Lazy Butt
17 December 2001
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Lazy Butt
17 December 2001
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5:08 PM: Hmm. Now this shirt has a cigarette burn hold and mustard stains. For a lame geek shirt (WebObjects, the Next&tm; Big Thing - remember?), it's sure getting a lot of trailer park cred... Burp.
La la la, nothing continues to happen. Up far too late all the time. Every day, getting to the actual office building here is an argument. Even leaving the house isn't enough anymore. I get about as far as the Rite Aid and think, "Well, you know, really I should eat something now. To save time, like." And then I do, at which point, "Oh, look at the time! Well, not much point in getting on the train now. I'll just log in from home." After all, what difference does it make? I don't know.
Last week, saw Aimee Mann. She was pretty good. I dunno. The band, I was not thrilled with. They were all LA lame-o's. All chops, no heart. She talked about getting invited to be in the new Gap ads, which makes complete sense. I've been in the upper Fillmore area lately, for to go see doktor. It felt like the entire neighborhood had emptied out and come to this concert. Kind of stylish, though somehow a little out of date at times, and definitely, very expensive. Quality goods.
Last night, 20 Minute Loop at El Rio, benefit for RAWA. Never been to the El Rio, pretty nice place. Unless it's raining, of course. 20ML were of course great and funny and swoony as always. Lana came too, even though kind of sick, because she'd never seen them live. It was a pretty lo-fi experience, like having your friend's band play in your dad's basement or something. But the freakpop was sufficiently communicated, she was happy. They're up again this Thursday, at Slim's, though again just opening, so too short a set. But short better than none.
Re-reading all my Iain M. Banks books. Dreaming of a world without jobs, heh. Gee, that's a tough one to figure out.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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author is definitely
unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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