March 13, 1999. Saturday.
A rare weekend update. Usually I don't do any
web stuff on the weekends, mostly because I don't have easy access to the
internet at my apartment. Sure, I can use Berry's
computer, but it's a laptop and a pain in the ass to set up. Plus it ties
up our only phone line. I guess being poor really hurts my creativity.
In college I had my own phoneline, so wherever i lived i didn't inconvience
anyone. But now, i just never got around to it. And i suppose
i can live without it. it's good to live in the real world everynow
and then. Plus, Rodzilla has expressed
mild concern about my internet aspirations, and more specifially, the proportionate
affect on my geekiness level.
But right now I'm back home in Pennsylvania, where
there are computers a many, and mulptiple phone lines, so i can talk on
the phone and watch tv as i write. I arrived home yesterday after
a sorta sleepy drive from DC. I stopped at my older brother
Garrick's place to pick up a microphone and to say hello. He's got
all sorts of cool stuff. Music stuff, computer stuff, comics, and
jellybeans. I'm not a big jellybean guy but for some reason they
were particularly good. Anyway, he gave me a copy of Claris Home
Page, so i shouldn't be prisoner to Netscape Composer much longer.
I'm also trying to learn a little pure HTML code. I was pretty pleased
with myself for getting rid of a lot of the Open Pages text in the link
and just making the logo a link. Nothing big, but i'm making little
steps. I'm also looking for a new web host, because I'm really sick of
Tripod's damn ads, so I'll have to update all those links. I think Home
Page should help with that. Anyway, the main thing I wanted to pick
up at Garrick's was a microphone, because James just loaned me a four-track,
and i wanted to use it while i was home, since this is where i keep the
drum set. I doubt berry or the neighbors would appreciate me bangin
on the drums in my apartment.
This afternoon we made a trip to Haverford
College to deposit my little brother after being home for Spring Break.
It was nice to see him for the 12 or so hours we were under the same roof.
I really didn't wanna go today though. I come home to relax and eat some
good home-cooking, and i wanted to record some stuff, so spending the day
in Philly was kind of a drag. but anyway... All my brothers
are kinda different, but i would say that I'm the most like all of them.
If we were to have a brotherly competition of skill, I'd say that I wouldn't
finish first in many categories, but i'd probably be the overall winner.
Too bad life doesn't work that way. Maybe I'll put up a "Brothers"
or family members section to my page. But they all have interests
that I share. So i guess they're all good for something.
I got a call from Matt
O'Brien yesterday. He was a little upset about my list of Nouns
that I use Frequently. He was surprised at some of the information,
and he wanted me to edit his a little bit. I guess I will. I don't
wanna get anyone into any trouble or anything. What a dick.
So I went over to Best Buy this evening to get a
microphone wire and some headphones so i can use that 4-track. Of
course I can never do anything the easy way, cos they didn't have what
i needed. They had the headphones, but no mic wire. Anyway,
in front of me at the checkout was a women who was buying something with
her credit card. As it turned out, the credit card was unsigned.
So naturuallly the cashier, a young, not unattractive red-head, asked to
see some ID because the card wasn't signed. This wouldn't surprise
or offend me, having once worked as a cashier myself. But the women's
reaction was "Oh, I'll just sign the card." And the cashier responded
"Uh... ok. But I'll still need to see your driver's licence or something."
I guess the woman took offense to this, because she copped a real attitude.
Note to the woman: You're a Fucking Idiot! that's what
I was thinking anyway. So she leaves, and i move up in line, where
the cashier said something that i didn't catch like, "What a bitch," or
something. I looked puzzled, so she added "I hate people like that."
"yeah..." said I. "Like I'm really gonna just let her sign the card
in front of me and be like, "OK, you didn't just pick it up off the street."
She was really, really bitter. Maybe it was about having to work
at Best Buy, or maybe it was the woman, but this girl was really bitter.
But in an almost attractive way. She wasn't really what I would call
attractive. But her sarcasm really went a long way. I guess
having once been an embittered cashier myself once I could identify with
her. But this woman was really dumb. Just dumb. The card
wasn't signed, so when the cashier asks for ID, isn't that implying that
she needs ID other than your signature? So simply signing
the card in front of the cashier really doesn't prove a goddam thing.
It's like "Good for you! You can write your name the same way
twice! Who's a big girl!? Who? yeah, you... aww... aren't
you cute.. Write your name again!!!"
Christ.
So it's always good to meet like-minded people,
especially when i'm convinced I'm surrounded by dolts. I'm sure a
lot of people think this way, but i was glad that the cashier said something.
I may be off on this, but i hope it's because she could tell that unlike
that lady, i don't have an uncomfortable object up my but. I like
to keep in touch with today's disaffected youth, dont'cha know.
Anyway, i am now ready to rock. Well, I'm always ready, but now
I'm ready to Rock... for the record. Boo-ya!
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