The Thrill Is Gone
20 June 2002
7:13 AM: I have discovered that headphones have the same teleportation abilities as cats. When my back is turned, they displace themselves through the other cords hanging off, on, under, and around the desk/table/thing.
I have completely moved to Central European Time now. I wake up around 10 PM - i.e. 7 AM, no slacker I. And I get the afternoon sleepies right about.... now.
4:13 PM: Well, fuckity. So the Librarian of Congress rejected the enormously ridiculous royalty rates recommended by CARP. But then today he announced the rates he's setting instead, and they're still huge. $0.07 to the music labels - not the artists mind you - every time I play a song on PotatoeMusique. Retroactive to 1998. Uh. Where'd I leave that extra $100,000 bill? Maybe it's in my other pants.
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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