Fucking Pacific Bell. I’ve now had problems with my voicemail for the third time. The alert tone goes out so I don’t know I have new messages. I don’t even realize it’s going on until I just happen to call in to check messages from someplace else and I’m surprised to find I have about 12 of them backed up from the past three or four days, some of them semi-urgent…
Sometimes I hate technology…
There’s something kind of wonderful about catching a 35-year-old episode of “Hollywood Squares” right before bed. And something a little sad about realizing that the vast majority of the assorted squares are dead. The world would be a better place if Wally Cox were still around. I know it would…
My evening would be much better if a certain someone were around too…
Have I ever mentioned my theory about how Steely Dan may be the greatest American musical phenomenon ever?
Had a rare phone conversation with Becky tonight, and also talked to Duncan. Which means I’ve spent longer chatting on the phone in the past two hours than in the past two weeks. Despite my phone phobia, this is a good thing. Sometimes, text-only format leaves something to be desired…
And now I’m going to bed. Sleep seems more exciting even than Wally Cox tonight…
It was a long, annoying, shitty, rotten day. A happy surprise was needed, and it came in the form of Viva Rock Vegas, which was considerably better than I thought it would be when I didn’t see it in the theatre a year or two back…
I’ll stop talking about my satellite soon, I promise, but I have to have some sort of entertainment now that summer’s coming and the nights are starting to get colder…
Note to those unfamiliar with San Francisco weather: that last statement was NOT meant to be ironic…
Damn Yahoo Mail indeed. My second technological breakdown of the week. And that’s not counting all the ones at work…
If it’s only 67 outside, why does it feel hotter than the fires of hell in my apartment?
The above via Ultramundane, which is populated by a fellow New Schooler, although neither of us bears much resemblance to the one in the photo…
Things I hate tonight:
- Stupid soccer moms at Target who don’t quite grasp the concept of “six items or less” and don’t even take out their checkbooks to beging writing a check (who writes checks anymore anyway?) until the last possible second.
- The inability of Alberstons to staff their stores properly.
- Tower Records now that they close at 10:00 on weeknights.
Things I love tonight:
- The Young Ones, which I hadn’t seen in about ten years until tonight.
- Not having to get up at any specific time tomorrow.
- Four-day weekends with three-day weekend guests.
Some rhetorical questions must be asked in a semi-public forum, and this is one of them: is there anyone who really thinks Sally Forth is funny?
Is it just my imagination or is this stale comic strip (about the boring soccer mom and her gadget-happy husband and their annoying daughter) no more than half a step above The Family Circus for sheer belly laughs? Does anyone really give a flying fuck about mom’s office politics, or about daughter’s fascination with this month’s (or more likely LAST month’s) pop culture phenomenon, or about whatever the hell dad does all day?
it’s not that they’re a white suburban middle class family. It’s that they’re a BORING, UNFUNNY white suburban middle class family. I would not go to dinner at their house. I might not even brake if I was about to run into their minivan…
There. It needed to be said, I’ve said it, and now I can move on to Foxtrot. I love Foxtrot…
Thanks for listening…
Random thoughts for a Tuesday afternoon:
- Bad day. Bad, bad day. It’s time to get serious about job-hunting. But enough said on that subject.
- The weekend was much better, which, of course, made today look even worse by contrast. I do love my boy, and I’m anxious for the time when seeing him stops being a weekend-only thing.
- Is it just me or does it seem there might have been a better way to memorialize the victims of the World Trade Center attack than to have (very) low-flying planes circling around San Francisco and scaring hell out of the unaware on Memorial Day? Jeez, it sounded like they were going to take out the Bay Bridge and graze my roof in the process.
- Which do you think will be more effective: legislating what can and can’t be advertised on TV or (gasp) suggesting that parents should maybe get off their asses and monitor what their children are watching and eating. Why raise your own children when you can have the government do it for you? Heaven forbid anyone should have to learn to think for himself and make his own decisions. It’s much easier to just dumb everything down and call it a day.
- Nothing says class like statues and fountains.
- Does anyone else share my craving for KFC tonight? I’ve been frustrated in all my recent efforts to satisfy this craving and now I’m wondering if it’s really worth it.
Hmmm. Just in time for my birthday, with four days to spare…