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  Thar He Blows!

4 August 2002


8:45 AM: Like some kind of giant cyborg whale that breathes maybe once a month. Most of the time it's all dark and murky and I have to shout to see where I'm going, and I while the day away talking to friends that might be halfway around the world. But every once in a while, I go to this other place, and it's bright and there's way too much light, and my big barnacle-encrusted eye blinks a few times, and I say "Fuck this!", and dive back down to the bottom of the sea.

Or, you know, not.


I don't care what the naysayers say. Let them say Nay. I have GREAT taste in music, goldang it. I've got PotatoeMusique(tm) streaming out of the PC most all the time nowadays, just running randomly over my MP3s. So that's what I listen to. And I keep coming up out of code fog to think, "Hey, damn, that's a good song!" Yes it is. P!nk's CD is good.

Also - this vanilla yogurt stuff, it's pretty good.

I'm still not sleeping a lot, can you tell?





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

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