This Just In
30 September 1999
4:46 PM: Yikes. Every day this week alarms going off at 8 AM. Awakening not necessarily happening at that time, but soon enough thereafter goddamnit. Work has gone out of control. Every day the goal recedes. Somedays, boys, this war will end.
So, not wanting to just whine endlessly about work issues, I've skipped a few days. I've also been short of time, which I still am. Briefly:
They Might Be Giants KICK ASS. They played last night at the Warfield here, and good god have mercy. New guitarist is excellent. Flansburgh is my personal hero. One of my cow orkers is abandoning us for a new job in New York City next week. He's been gloating that TMBG are playing there 4 days in a row in mid-October. I think maybe another mini-vacation might be in order...
Tonight is Elvis Costello, and tomorrow is too. And I think Small Furry Animals are playing in town next week. Busy busy.
That's about it. Arguing and listening to people whine at work. Drinking. Sleeping. Taking the train to work again, I don't know why I'm not riding my bike but I haven't been. Some inner premonition. Or maybe just up too early and my inner ear is saying, "No fucking way." It's not easy having such crude body parts. Whoah, bad visual there. Better stop while I'm a head. Haahahahahahahahathud.
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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