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9 February 1999
5:45 PM: Great. Just great. Wanna buy a cubic zirconium?
7:13: So has anyone else realized that this already is the 21st Century? We just got it on sale.
WELL, SO ANYWAY, YEAH, WE GOT SOLD TODAY. AGAIN. WHAT? OH! NO THAT'S JUST THE VACUUM CLEANER. IT'S DOING A DUET WITH THE AIR CONDITIONER. MAYBE THEY'RE IN LOVE. BUT yeah, great, from the man who brought you made-for-TV movies, the Fox network, and QVC - it's THE INTERNET! I WOULDN'T TRUST BARRY DILLER AS FAR AS I COULD THROW HIM, AND HE'S NOT A SMALL MAN. THAT IS KINDA LOUD, ISN'T IT?
8:13: It is a complete coincidence that it is exactly an hour later, I swear.
Well, thank God he's gone. The vacuum man, I mean. I wonder how close the curves would be if you mapped the increase in ambient noise volume against the average volume of pop music. It's not quite self-defense, more like a perverse defiance. You can't make me deaf, I already am! Nyaah nyaah.
Oh hey, some of you may remember that Bruce Sterling lecture I sort of went on and on about a while back. There's a copy of the text online to prove I wasn't lying. Although quite possibly mistaken.
Slept late. Still no answer from Marie to email I sent her, what, last Friday? The power of my Stinky Field is beyond my comprehension! Quark has so far spent 45 minutes trying to load a single file, it's still not done, and I know just how it feels.
See, that's the joke of calling this journal Today, because I haven't lived there for years and years. Everything I do, I'll do Tomorrow, and I can't help it, it's all the fault of all that stuff that happened Yesterday. Or, in the words of the poet, "It's like, whatever."
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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