Hookey 2 October 1998

3:07 PM: Yaaawwwwwwwwwwwn. OK, this working-all-night stuff stops right here. As it turns out, the Big Dramatic Project is on hold for the day, and it's not my fault! Yes! So I'm just hanging out in my underwear at home for the day, listening to the soothing rational tones of NPR and drinking Tetley tea. I don't know if this tea is much better or worse than any other, I mostly like it because the round tea bags look like spaceships when they get wet. World's Oldest 12-Year-Old Boy Plays With Food - details on pg. 12...

Now, of course, the question is, what to do this weekend? I suppose I could just go to work every day to avoid this conundrum. Or, not. Sleep, sleep sounds good. I'll put that on the agenda. Maybe eat at some point, probably smart. Some people I know have been talking about going to go see Antz but strangely, I have no desire to see Woody Allen play an ant. Not to mention my suspension-of-disbelief problem with the film. Every time I've seen the previews, I kept muttering to myself, "Oh come on! That's nothing like the way ants behave!" Um, yes, I know it's a cartoon. I plead density.

4:41: Weird. I was just listening to the BBC, and as part of a story on the Kosovo ickiness, here comes one of their local experts: "But Prime Minister Tony Blair feels that the West cannot afford delay. He tells us why." And whoop, there he is. Just as if he was, I dunno, George Will or something. Shouldn't he at least get a theme song or something? Even Jerry Springer would give Clinton more fanfare. Those Europeans, they're all different and stuff.

This month's pin-up is Massive Attack, mostly because when I tried to think of who I should pick, all I could hear is Liz Fraser's voice on their new record Mezzanine. Lovely floating sound. However, I think I need to get on the stick and find something that's more of a personal obsession for next month. I blame the air conditioning at work. It's so damn loud, the stereo is playing a diminished role these days. Ach, such torture.

Right now, you know what sounds like a really nice idea? A nap. Mmmmm, blankets.

6:20: Listening to news radio all day. Heh. I love the Canadian Public Radio show, As It Happens. They always end every interview by saying "Bye bye!" And the technical standards are a little ... loose: "Can you say that again? There was a cut out." "Oh, sorry, someone is trying to call me." That was Richard Whatsisname, calling from his cell phone in Montreal. The moderators are on a first-name basis with everyone in the country. Best bit, though, was a listener phone call, regarding some WWII merchant marine sailors on hunger strike to get benefits: "I have just one message for the minister responsible for this area. It's a brief message. In fact, it's a only a three word message, and that message is - 'Shame. Shame. Shame.'" Ooooh, that's telling him! And/or her. Bye bye!

Elsewhere in the world, it is somewhat hopeful, I suppose, that the Green Party is going to actually be in the government in Germany now. I think before they get too excited, though, they might want to have a conversation with gay people in this country, about this "Third Way" politics. Thanks for your votes! Now, however, I'm forced to sign legislation making it illegal for you to marry. Not that it was legal anyway. But I will strongly protest my actions, because I believe in principles. Within reason, of course.

Ow. Reheated pizza is hard on the teeth. oh i do NOT look forward to finding a dentist Ow.

11:44: Cool. I stink like week-old fish:

• I think of myself as "polyamorous," although no one seems to want to date me.
  Well, maybe more like 'polyphantasmorous' - I am able to sustain multiple imagined relationships at one time. Otherwise, check.

• I would describe myself as a lonely person.
  OK, maybe not "lonely". How about "Cut-off", "isolated", "sealed for freshness"?

• I never include dialogue in my entries.
  Does dialogue with myself count? Who asked you? Oh you shut up. Fine, be like that. Also, see above.

• I engage in fourth-wall-breaking, "metajournalistic" content frequently, e.g. "I sometimes wonder why I feel the need to share my innermost thoughts and confessions with this faceless crowd of ppl."
  I would if I had any innermost thoughts or confessions.

• I consider my web journal a vehicle for my innermost thoughts and confessions in the first place.
  See above.

• I read more than ten other journals. (Aside: I know a freak who reads eighty.)
  Sure, but I pace myself - never more than ten per hour.

• I use the word "darn" in a non-ironic way.
  Hey, it's either that or wander around with holes in my socks.
  Oh be quiet.

• My most time-consuming hobby is surfing the web.
  Actually, it might take second place to FreeCell, but it's the thought. Oh, and beer.

• I take maintaining my dignity very seriously.
  What? Stop laughing. I do.

• My journal entries are fairly exhaustive descriptions of my days, right down to uneventful trips to the grocery store and bulletins on the state of my digestive tract.
  Mmmmmmm, donuts.

Heh. Oh I amuse myself, I do.

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

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