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…
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…
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…
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?
Technology which works the way it’s supposed to gets me all squishy and excited. I just upgraded the satellite package online, and the new channels appeared instantly. Didn’t have to plug the receivers into the phone line or anything. Somehow I never had that kind of luck with the evil AT&T…
And, as luck would have it, the first thing I found in my new lineup was a documentary on Alfred Hitchcock, which made things just that much more orgasmic…
Looks like my bachelorhood ends in about ten days. I’m still waiting for that bachelor party…
The next two weeks or so are going to be really hectic, more for Mark than for me, but I’m still making no promises about regular updates nor about anything resembling prompt email responses. To be honest, the last thing on my mind right now is sitting in front of the computer and answering mail…
When I’m not working or getting the apartment ready, I plan to be doing, well, nothing…
Except, maybe, for reflecting on my final few days as a confirmed hermit and fantasizing about the day when all this stuff in the apartment (not to mention Mark and I) will be in a real house someplace other than San Francisco…
And watching some of my numerous new satellite channels…
If I had twenty bucks for every hour of my life I’ve lost making pointless and annoying website adjustments for those seven or eight people on the planet who still use Netscape 4.x, I’d be a wealthy man indeed…
I no longer even bother if it’s an aesthetic issue; I figure Netscape users are used to everything looking like shit. But when a simple stylesheet causes a browser to crash every time it loads a page, modifications must be made, I suppose…
All the same, I beg you, please upgrade. Please. Really. Netscape 4.x is over. It has been over for several years now, and it wasn’t all that good even before that. Why is this damned browser so persistant, even if it is only among three per cent of users?
I had a breakthrough tonight in the bedroom. No, not THAT kind. I put many more things into the Goodwill pile, and then I moved the bed. I looked at the remaining space and suddenly, I realized that maybe everything WAS going to fit after all…
Now if I could just have a breakthrough in the front room…
Yes, my brain has turned to mush this week. Just ignore me and I’ll go away…
OK, this is just fucking creepy: an Elvis impersonator sings everything from “La Vida Loca” to “Achy Breaky Heart” to “Candle in the Wind”. I’d have thought it was a “Saturday Night Live” parody had I not seen a commercial for it tonight…
Worse still, I almost have this very disturbing desire to own it…