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.
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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