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16 October 2000


9:37 PM: Everyone has been getting sick, and here I was, smugly thinking, "See, I'm so constantly fucked-up, normal sicknesses bounce right off!" Well, yes. Except for when they glob onto my face and suck my lungs out.

It was a perfectly wonderful capitalist illness - I got sick Friday night, bedridden all weekend, and hey it's Monday, I'm not perky but I'm well enough to come on into work. I'm sort of a stupid sick person, too - all I really want to do is read, watching TV is too much trouble. But, see, if I read, I tend to smoke. I tended to do nothing but read all day and all night for the last two days. By this point I think my entire body is a violation of several San Francisco health codes. Several more, I should say.

What did I read... some silly book by Sean Williams & Shane Dix, The Prodigal Sun (which is a really terrible sort-of-pun that only makes sense 4/5th of the way through). I only picked it up because I was thinking of Sean McMullen. It's not my fault, cmon: same first name, Australians, how much detail do I have to remember? Well, anyway, I got 20 minutes or so - let's go execute somebody!

Today's Question: Since when did the Cherry Poppin' Daddies become an alternative/indie band?? And if they are, what the haystack calhoun does "alternative/indie" mean? "Probably Does Not Wear Spandex While Performing Music On Stage"????




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

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