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2002

Crappy Week

I think pretty much the whole world is having a crappy week. Seems that way anyhow, based on my very unscientific analysis revealing that a very high proportion of the assorted online journals I read regularly were last updated on Monday of this week…

Actually, I don’t have anything much of interest to say either. I’m sure no one much cares about my thoughts on the remodeling of the miniature Safeway in the Financial District nor how frustrated I was at the lack of diet grapefruit soda there today. Nor does anyone much care about the client website front page I spent hours retooling tonight only to realize at 1AM that everything I’d done was pure shit…

I think all that’s left is for me to bleed my lizard and go to bed. Sorry. I just felt like saying “bleed my lizard”. And it’s my website. So there…

Happy Birthday, Dad

To my dad (who’s more than likely not reading this): Happy Birthday. I’m sorry I’m not there to help you celebrate it, even though you hate celebrating birthdays anyway…

A Dionne Warwick Moment

I really wouldn’t lie about something like this. I was at the stoplight at Broadway and Woodside in Redwood City this afternoon, about to turn onto US 101 headed south, and “Do You Know the Way to San Jose” happened to start playing on KABL. And then these two English guys in the next car motioned for me to roll down my window. Their question: “Is this the way to San Jose?”…

Which, of course, it was, and their query was just close enough to the name of the song to be creepy, so I let them cut in front of me as I pondered the various and sundry powers of Dionne Warwick…

Randomly Monday

So yeah, I did essentially nothing this weekend aisde from a bit of shopping and a few rounds of giving directions. No email, no significant writing or work, and none of the cleaning and junk-elimination I really needed to be working on. In fact, my computer was even turned completely off (a rare state) for the better part of two days…

Mark‘s here now and he’s at an interview this afternoon. It’ll be a quick dinner tonight and then he’s back to Fresno for one of the last times. He brought up a big load of books, DVDs, and dishes yesterday. He’s really moving in. It’s happening. Damn…

And by that, I mean “damn, I’m excited” and not “damn, what have I done?”…

To clarify one thing, I don’t think I gave Duncan a nasty case of homosexuality. I was already past my contagiousness when we met, although I had indeed infected several toilet seats a few months earlier…

Yup, that’s it. No more inside jokes today…

But yes, I’m in favor of a male nun for governor this year too…

And one last rhetorical question: why is it about ten times more likely that I’ll get really insipid email from context-impaired strangers who came in via Google and read (at most) one paragraph of my site on Mondays than on any other day of the week? For the record, the answer is “no”. I have no idea where to find a good bed and breakfast place in San Antonio. And I’m glad…

Mmmm. Bed.

Heh heh…

I am very weary. My book and my bed are calling, not at all subtly. And thanks tons, by the way, to Todd (whose address I’m having trouble finding) for adding such a nice title to my library…

Retraction

Hmmm. I always find the joke rather humorous and inoffensive when the sexes are reversed, as they so often are (witness Patty and Selma with respect to Homer Simpson). And were it not someone whose opinion I trusted, I wouldn’t bat an eye. But I’ll withdraw a comment just this once, albeit slightly reluctantly…

And I’ll say nothing more on the subject…

San Francisco in August

When I woke up a few minutes ago, I briefly considered turning on the heat to take the chill off the apartment but instead I just wrapped up in sweatpants and a quilt. I love August in San Francisco, when. on the average day, we struggle to make it into the mid 60s…

Yes, our daily high temperature in usually lower than the daily low temperature in much of the rest of the country. This is very sexy. And yes, it is the single reason I still live here after ten years…

And now, well-rested after my first really good night’s sleep all week, I will continue with the process of making space in the apartment for the next load of new electronic equipment, music, and clothes which will be arriving tomorrow…

Or maybe I’ll just go wrap up for a little while longer and watch TV…

Stupid Spammer

In today’s Chronicle:

“Many of our clients do not have access to traditional forms of advertising, which can be very expensive,” said company President Kevin Katz.

So that justifies resorting to an ILLEGAL form of advertising which involves theft of supplies, resources, and time from its recipients? “Constitutional right to advertise by fax”, my ass. This, once again, is not free speech. It’s larceny…

Who’s with me? Who else quivers in anticipation at the thought of seeing Fax.com driven into bankruptcy by a lawsuit?