• 12:50 AM
  current music: Nine Inch Nails - With a Pizza

To sum up today: got up, biked to work (sunny, incident free), ate falafel sandwich, had boring office coffee, worked on other thing, ate.. er..

Don't remember what was for lunch. Could it have been yet another Pizzette? I always wind up choosing those as the fastest option. They're all right there, you can just grab one yourself and run for the cash register. Oh yes, that is what I got, because I had 4 dollars in my wallet, and that is enough for a pizzette. Stupidly boring mystery, but bugging me nonetheless, like every other mystery.

Okay, ate a pizzette (while at desk), worked (productivity declining), chatted with my irc homies, im homies, and email homies. Maybe they aren't homies. I don't know - can we still say homies? I guess it was always an incongruous artifact stolen from hip hop slang. Well, now it's not incongruous, since all of hip hop slang is fair game to be pilfered for the sake of amusement. How do you like that, hip hop? You've been trivialized. (Hip hop is too busy counting its huge piles of money to care).

The Residents say music as a whole has been trivialized, so I guess there's no escape. What's left for people to take seriously? Let's see - being killed (only REALLY serious if it happens to someone you know personally OR the killer is a different kind of person from you, in which case this difference explains why they're killing people), the sanctity of babies (unless they're babies that are a lot different from you), marriage (between people like you and the person you want to marry), and .. uh. Actually, none of this applies to the post-ironic folk.

I say that ironically. I do not believe anyone is post-ironic. I think for the most part, the humor of the day is a really cowardly humor. Risk is minimized by disguising the fact that wit is being attempted. Absurdity, though I love it so, is only funny so long as it is unexpected. Absurdity and catchphrases don't mix. Continuous absurdity is also pointless.

Where was I? Oh yes, chatting with my non-gender-specified guys. Slowing down the pace of work. I went out to get a coffee. Coffee Beth remembered my name and drink, the ego boost is worth a dollar tip. Back indoors, productivity stabilizes until time runs out. I bike home.

On the bike ride home, some guy on a sportbike (I mean the kind with a motor and a big plastic fairing) pulls up next to me at the intersection where I am waiting for the light to turn green. After some seconds he revs the throttle a couple times, producing an earsplitting and painful engine noise. Obviously, the stock mufflers had been replaced with oatmeal cans or large kazoos of some type, to boost the sportbike's noise generating power. I wanted to lean over and yank off the guy's helmet and put it back on upside down, with force. Biking home is sort of an exercise in anger management or recognizing the futility of all things. "Ahh, I have been cut off most deviously by this other traffic element. It was an auspicious time to be cut off."

After I got home, all sweaty from the climb, I turned on all the fans and air conditioning and cooled off. Then got fried chicken from Ezell's. The woman at Ezell's calls everyone "baby". I'm glad it's such an agreeable place, and with such good chicken. I found it just in time - a year or two back - as I was starting to get grossed out by the local KFC.

Yes, truly a day worth living. Tomorrow: birthday dinner at last (postponed for Kris' mom's wedding)