March
26th, 1999. Friday.
So today is Friday. The happiest day of the year. Unless you
only work weekends. But I suppose if you only work weekends, it'd
be good to go to work since you probably don't have a ton of money.
Unless you have some sort of trust fund and don't really need to work and
are just working to keep busy. But if that's the case, you could
probably afford to wait around for a job that you really love and would
only have to work weekends because you don't really need the money, you
just love the work. So you'd probably be really happy to go to work
on Fridays since every day is a holiday. So, I guess it is, unconditionally,
the happiest day of the year.
Moving right along... Rodzilla is coming today.
She's en route as I write. I hope she remembered to bring my work
phone number. I'm supposed to meet her in Georgetown around 3ish
at this bar on Wisconsin Ave. It's a fairly nice place. A little
small. And the waiter there hits on her relentlessly. Last time we were
there, i got up to go to the bathroom, and told her to count to thirty
and see how long it took the waiter to come over and ask if he could freshen
her drink or make idle chit-chat or something. When i got back, she
smiled and reported "Nineteen." I often think waiters and amusement
park attendants and cashiers and whatnot hit on Rodzilla. She's an attractive
girl. But she hardly ever thinks so. But even she had to admit that
this waiter was one shameless sunuvabitch. I shoulda left him a poke in
the eye as a tip. But I'm not that insecure. I mean, I'm pretty insecure,
but I usually find the whole thing pretty amusing. Now in a few months
when she's in France, that's a whole 'nother story altogether. But
I don't wanna think about that right now.
I'm a little pissed off this morning. But i'm pissed at me. See, Rodzilla
and
I and three of her friends are going to see Morphine
at the 930 Club tonight. I have
the tickets, but I figured if I brought them to work I'd lose them or something.
If i left them at home, at least I'd know where they were. But now she
wants me to meet her around 3, and then she's going out to dinner with
her girlfriends, and I was gonna just bum around the city till the show,
but now i gotta go home and get the tickets. It's only about 12 miles,
but by the time they go to dinner around 5 or 6, I'll be , as they say,
up shit creek. it'd take me at least an hour to get home at that
time of day, and I don't feel like sitting around for that long. Then i
gotta come back into the city for the show in a few hours. Plus,
the most direct route back from Georgetown, and the only on I know, is
an HOV highway between 4 and 6 or 7, so I don't even know how i'm gonna
get back. I wonder if Rodzilla knows that Georgetown-proper is no where
near Georgetown Law, their first destination. If i had to meet them there,
it'd take me all of 5 minutes to drive there. It's about 3 mile away
from my office. But nooooo... I gotta drive clear across town just
so I can meet her at this little bar where the waiter winks at her and
probably spits in my drink. well, probably not, but that last sentence
sort of needed a finishing fragment.
And now for the computer geek update: I just downloaded Photoshop
5.0. I've been using 2.5 for a week now, since i found it on this computer
at work. i take it that it's pretty old, since the program still
runs in Windows 3.x. But i don't know how well this trial verision
will work. And i had to delete a bunch of stuff to make room for the 28MB
that Photoshop takes up. Luckily, my highspeed connection downloaded it
during the time I went to get a muffin and coffee. I think we need
some new computers around here. They're just not very sensitive to
my webpage needs.
I also went through some old computer things last night, like the first
webpage i ever attempted 2 years ago, using the Idiot's Guide to HTML.
It was for Jactaid, James's band with his
friends from home. Glad to see that my sense of humor hasn't changed
all that much. I also brought some more pictures for the Nouns Frequently
used page. But back to the real world...
I had an actual conversation with Berry yesterday.
She was kinda pissing me off while I was trying to watch TV last night.
She was a little more vocal in her protests than usual yesterday. Maybe
it was the presence Jason, her sort of BFLOABT (boyfriend, for lack of
a better term), i don't know. But she was really pissing me off.
She wouldn't let me watch wrestling even during commercials of things she
wanted to watch. Never mind that they were both gone and just came home
and took control Then i was trying to watch this HBO comedy thingy
with George Carlin, and she refused, saying "isn't he like this big redneck?"
Apparently since our former roomate David also like George Carling, he
MUST be a redneck. God, that girl. Maybe it's this whole jason thing,
or some female hormone thing. That must be it. Anyway, jason
went into the city to meet some of his friends, and Berry and I called
it a night. he seemed a little disappointed that she wasn't going.
I wonder what's going on with them. She talked a lot about nothing going
on before he got here, but that ended about 12 seconds after he walked
through the door. Anyway, as we were going to our separate rooms,
she said,"Should we leave a light on for him?" "Sure... or a torch
burning, whatever." I crack myself up.
One show that we did agree to watch yesterday was Fox Files, which
now gets my vote for the absolute worst show on TV. Granted, I was
sucked in to Wildest Police Chases for a bit, but this show was
so hypocritical it actaully made me angry. They had this segement
on "Burnt out Porn Stars," the reason that we were watching, but
it was so awful. They interviewed all these women and mothers, and
sat there with concerned looks, saying how shameful and horrible it is
to be selling sex and this and that and how they're ruining their lives
and what a horrible industry to be in. But what was Fox doing?
Showing things about porn stars and not trying to sell sex?
They were victimizing these women more than any buyer or seller of porn.
At least the porn industry makes no claims to be doing things other than
selling sex. This show tried to cover the fact that they were doing
the same thing with a horrible bit of "journalistic" fluff. It was
really one of the worst things I've seen on tv in a while. And I watch
A LOT of tv, even UPN. It was so full of faux concern and heartache
it actually really got me riled up. It was so hypocritical.
These people are such whores it's ridiculous. BUT THAT'S NOT THE
WORST PART. To top it off, as they finished up the story and
were lecturing on how horrible selling sex was and cutting to commercial,
they of course previewed the next segment. "Next! It's
Spring Break down in Mexico, as these coeds look for fun in the sun on
the most partyin' beach south of the Border!" Right after dragging the
T&A industry over the coals, they give us this. The entire segment
was shots of women's asses and breasts. occasionally the women would show
a little too much and they would have to cover some spots with strategically
placed graphical seashells. Now don't get me wrong, I like gratuitous
shots of naked women as much as the next guy, but after that segment on
the evils of the porn industry, this was fucking ridiculous. This was a
lot racier than the porn part. It was basically all these girls and guys
on the beach. The host of the segment was Kit from MTV's Road Rules,
in an astonishing extension of her 15-minutes. I'm not sure, but
most tv "journalists" don't really keep saying words like "y'all."
I've grown to accept that word, but not on TV or in type. Anyway,
she asked all these people what they were expecting from Spring Break.
The stock answer was basically "we're gonna get fucked up! YAAAAA!!!!
WOOOOO!!!!" Mother of god... I don't know about you, but after four
years of college, every time a see a person raise a plastic cup and scream
"Wooooo!!" i wouldn't mind at all if they were spontaneously dragged
into hell, where they would be forced to feed on burning hot coals,
and forced to drink
burning hot cola. Of course, I
think the people that Jason was heading off to see are kind of into that
let's-get-fucked-up-and-talk-about-being-fucked-up thing too. ah
well. But i guess I like jason well enough.
Something else that bothered me yesterday: How fucking smart I am. It makes
me feel like I'm wasting my time and waiting around even more. I'm smart,
but i'm just not motivated. Rodzilla's right: we need a go-getter and motivator
in our ranks. there's this Jeopardy contestant search coming to DC,
and I swear, if I don't get to go to that, I'll be pretty pissed off. I
was basically born to be on that show. I know of few people that have such
a command over useless knowledge as myself. When I think about being on
the show, I'm usually kind of nervous. I mean, it's on ething to scream
out random answers at home, but I think the pressure of actually playing
would be too much. But lately the people on the show or so fucking
stupid that it really, really, makes me angry. Hmmm... these are
the most "Aggravations" that I've ever written about I think. Now
i need some regrets. Anyway, these people know so little it hurts.
I know i'm not the smartest guy, but when it comes to this sort of thing,
I pretty fuckin' Ninja. The only person that could really beat me
I think is me. I'd get too timid or scared if I were on. The real
problem for me is that you lose money for a wrong answer. I guess that's
why they call it Jeopardy. But it keep getting easier and easier.
I can usually guess some of the questions (or answers) right after seeing
the category. I don't usually like to toot my own horn, but "TOOT!
TOOT! TOOT!"
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