| July 17 ,1997 | |||||||||||||||
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| Bye Sark | |
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Not sure what time
Looks like sark got shut down. Annoyingly, GST has not been forwarding my email to me correctly, so I haven't gotten much email in the past few days. Since my account there was turned off rather suddenly, I hadn't a chance to put in my own .forward. My email can go to asd@foad.org now, I'm just gonna search and replace that on my page for the time being. Feels like they stole some of my 'social life' by keeping that email away from me. I wonder if anyone sent me anything important? Bah, time to move on. Time to get established in this state. Time to... get out of dad's house already. It seems like it would be way too easy to just sit on my butt and live for free in his house, with no job, doing nothing. I'd be going nuts with no income, but if I didn't wake up much.. I wouldn't have to deal with it. Sounds like Hawaii all over again. Feh. Skip that noise. I miss my fast web server. I miss having lots of big expensive computers at my disposal. I miss having multiple incoming T-3s. Getting a new job might put me back in the big-bird seat. Yeah! I'm psyched. Gonna get a job TOMORROW! (Nuts! Nuts! Get em!) | |
| Eye Wash | |
Today after putting in my contact lenses I noticed an uncomfortable scratchy feeling I hadn't had in a long time.
Had I put some other crap in my eye with the lens? Rubbing my eye throughout the day, I thought perhaps I hadn't
cleaned it to sufficient smoothness. When I got home a little while ago, I had the sickening realization that
my eye is probably infected. Yech. That's what happens when you let your contacts get something on them and
you don't clean them REAL REAL GOOD. So I've got to wear my glasses everywhere for a few days. Tres Nerd.
Once in Hawaii a total stranger walked up to me and said "Those glasses make you look very studious." They must
be pretty bad, huh.
Yup. Just looked in the mirror real close a second ago. There's a little tiny white dot on the very edge of the cornea. Fuck fuckety fuck fuck dooky pooh! I am perturbed. I think that's enough about infections for one day. | |
| Exploding People | |
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A child of action movies and violent video games, I am constantly aware of how few explosions
occur in the course of normal life. Each car wreck I've been in, the car just gets crumpled up, and your
day is ruined. It does NOT explode in a fiery cataclysm. Today as I wandered the U-district (again) my brain
was overlaying reality with explosive embellishments. Not actual hallucinations, just imagined events. What explodes
in the U-district? Well, what is there a lot of? People! I stood at the bus stop watching a group of big-clothing-wearing
youth (age unknown) werd-up-homie-g-foo down the road. Suddenly the one on the center exploded violently, sending the others
skidding along the sidewalk and street in all directions.
My day continued this way until I got bored of everything exploding all the time. Why do I pursue such lines of thinking? I dunno. Could be my right brain stretching out after being mothballed into submission by database work. Thank goodness I'm not obligated to work on that stuff right now. GBSD can eat a bowl of rotting, slimy, comma-delimited poop. Guess I'll, uh, upload this to foad. Yargh, foad is slowish. |
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