Monkeys Driving Cars
18 January 2002
Poopy old DSL connection was down a large part of the day. Return with us, if you will - or if you won't - to those sepia-toned days of yesteryear, as we remember The 56K Modem - and YOU! ARE! THERE!
But it was OK, because I was really only using telnet. Oh Coding! I sing a song to thee. It's so much better than whatever else it is that I've been doing for the past N months... years...
Right now I am listening to 20 Minute Loop and Sleater-Kinney and Barcelona in a mega monster mix, and I have tea and cookies. And that's pretty damn good, yessir.
Newsish things. Looks like I won't be going to New York after all, scalpers want $125 per ticket for the Magnetic Fields shows, and there are three of us and two shows, which adds up to way, way more than five dollars. Like more than the plane fare more. So, just straight to Poland, and bent back. Ha ha. It is the little joke there, you see... Oh fine.
But I get to see Neko Case instead and that's no pail of puke, nosirree.
11:48 PM: This concludes our series, "Titles Derived From Humorous Search Engine Phrases Appearing In The Log." Thank you for your convenience. Have enjoyable time!
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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