An Unfortunate Lapse
24 November 1998
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11:04 AM: Oops. I forgot to do an entry yesterday. Well, I guess that's what happens when you're running on 3 hours of sleep. Have I mentioned how much I love the holidays? Because if I did, I was lying.
Boring Tech Stuff Dept.: I think it kinda sucks that AOL might buy Netscape. On the other hand, as the saying went, Netscape was always a piss-poor Rebel Alliance. With them in charge, the third movie would have been titled "The Humiliating Crushing Defeat of the Jedi." But now that we have the browser code, it doesn't matter! See how clever that is?
By the way, in case any of you were wondering - and I'm sure you were - the annoying events of Sunday were all just trivial, little things. Emotional paper cuts. Like trying to get something to eat while my clothes were in the dryer. I went to the cheese steak shop and ordered a cheeseburger. Flash forward 35 minutes:
"Excuse me - I ordered a cheeseburger and fries like, 30 minutes ago?"
"Oh. Here it is." (hands over paper bag)
"Uh, I ordered this for here. I have to have it to go now, but the idea was to eat it here. What happened?"
"Oh. I don't know."
"How long has this been sitting here?"
"Oh. I don't know."
"Well did you call it out at least?"
"Oh. I don't know."
"Right. Thanks for all your help."I do so love being reminded that I'm not worth noticing...
But hey! the sun is out, I'm not too delirious from insomnia, and I have tea. So things are much better now. Let's sing a song, OK kids?
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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