dreaming in denmark

12:34 a.m. Friday, July 27, 2001

Afro Celt Sound System

damn. just caught these guys and gals on David Letterman with Peter Gabriel fronting for them... they sound as awesome as ever. but man, oh man... Peter looks old. bald and heavy. his voice is as stellar as ever. maybe this is an object lesson in setting aside looks.

12:58 p.m. Wednesday, July 25, 2001

*groan*

A man walks into a pub, goes up to the bar. 'Pint of best,' he says to the bar man. Whilst waiting for his drink, he notices that Vincent Van Gogh is sitting at one of the tables. He goes up to him and says 'Are you Vincent Van Gogh?' 'Yes,' the old man replies. 'D'ya want a pint?' 'No, ta. I`ve got one 'ere.'

12:56 p.m. Wednesday, July 25, 2001

oops, indeed.

one of the better error messages i've seen recently: 'We're experiencing a very strange problem that we're not really sure the source, or how to fix. We are frantically working to get this resolved ASAP.' heh.

11:46 p.m. Monday, July 23, 2001

coincidence? you decide.

i had a dream about Nomar the other day. today? it's his birthday. i have some small amount of psychic abilities, and it always catches me off guard.

10:34 p.m. Monday, July 23, 2001

take two.

okay, i thought about this some more - the whole corporate wonk thing.

i understand that these boys have a purpose. they are just trying to do their job.

but when i watch someone that i care about near to tears because of the uncertainty and the unfairness, i no longer care about the wonk's job. yes, i'm sure s/he also has a family and payments and a career that s/he worries about.

you know what? the wonks aren't my friends. i don't hang out with them. i care about my friends. i am fiercely loyal to the people who make a difference in my life. and i wish i could do more.

oh, i pass along leads and names and numbers. but when it comes down to it, that doesn't help you sleep better at night. and that hurts.

keep your fingers crossed for my friends, would you? please? thanks.

10:00 p.m. Monday, July 23, 2001

bird by bird, my boy.

i'm terrified by this prospect, but. but, i think i will sign up for a fiction writing class. soon. i'm scared of trying to write fiction, because it's hard, and easy to do badly. maybe i just need to face down this fear, and Do It. what's the worst that could happen?

oh, yeah. public humiliation. wait, wait... no, not that. just a shitty first draft. and even if i get run over by a cement truck tomorrow, that shitty first draft will Not Be how my friends and family remember me.

*deep breath* okay. so, i want to try fiction. and i will sign up for a class. and it will be Okay.

9:58 p.m. Monday, July 23, 2001

who's yer daddy?

y'know, as a leo, and a girl, i tend to obsess about far too many things. i need to remember to let go, and let life happen. life is better that way. it can't be forced into neat little boxes.

9:56 p.m. Monday, July 23, 2001

i've got a thing for assholes who tell good stories...

ambience provided by Ani.

i so don't have any patience for corporate wonks. they live the wonk life, and don't appear to care for humans. wonks aren't human. they mess up too many lives.

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