What I Have To Say For Myself
18 July 2002
10:17 AM: Well, let's see.
- Even porno film makers can now say to themselves, "Hey, at least it's not as bad as Attack of the Clones." My Bob, that was the worst movie I've seen since the last Austin Powers horse dropping. It's not even bad. Meanwhile, of course, Spider-Man has left town and Powerpuff Girls only plays in the daytime.
- I'm really really really tired of being tired.
- They Might Be Giants so rock the house, they aren't allowed on the Bay Bridge. They played twice this week, and last night we were fleeing from the blind-the-audience spotlights and ended up about 20 feet away from the stage. It was very cool.
- I signed up for the car sharing thing - I can drive! in theory. In practice, not yet.
- Friday is my really really last day at my thinly disguised old job. I still haven't cleaned out my desk. Because, of course,
- I do nothing but work and sleep and waste time trying to move last season's Buffy and Angel episodes off of the satellite recorder thingie. Oh the joy.
- I'm going to Poland again in September. So, naturally,
- BOTH Sleater-Kinney and Elvis Costello will be playing in town while I'm gone. I'm waiting to hear that Pink will be doing a show as well.
- I don't read the newspaper (or do anything else - see above) anymore, so I have no thoughts about anything that's going on. When I do sort of glance at a headline now and then, it seems to be just the same old crap. Liars and capitalists run things to suit themselves, elected government is a joke, lots of people are having fun killing each other, and everything is on fire.
- Did I mention being tired? I'm as late as Francisco Franco on the 2nd edition work for the book, but it seems like every time I sit down to work, I get about an hour's worth and then zzzzzzzzzzzz. On the other hand,
- I fit into the Death Cab for Cutie t-shirt again, undoubtedly from not drinking. So I suppose that's good.
And that's my story. Whee.
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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