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Oct. 21st, 2002 09:06 pmI don't dream, I scream so much you know what I mean this electric stream, and my tears in league with the wires and energy, and my machine this is my beautiful dream
Hey look, it's 9 pm, and I'm not at work. Huzzah, and kaloo-kalay and whatnot. So clearly I've neither gotten fired nor quit. Of course if I'd quit, I wouldn't have gotten the immense privilege of working 24 hour shifts. Yee-haw. Though I don't really get to bitch, as some people were there 48 hours plus. Anyway, that schedule is done with. Now come another exciting bunch of "Hey great job and all, get the hell out"s, which will almost certainly include me. Which means I get maybe a week or two of seeing everybody I've missed while chained to work before I get to seriously stress about finding another job/school/whatnot. Joy. I remember this brief magical period back in '99 when a career seemed like a possibility. Now it seems like everyone I know is just reeling drunkenly through a collapsing pinball machine from one layoff to the next. It's grand.
So, anyway. Things other than work. I'm sure there must have been some. Went to go see Underworld last night with Heather, which was grand. Got there before the show started and saw Moof out front and followed him in. Spent a good fifteen minutes trying to find one of the clusters of other people that we knew were going to be there. Stopped looking and it took another 10 minutes to realize that I was quite literally standing right next to them. I are perceptive. Merrily hugged all the /devers who were there then attracted the attention of Simon who yanked me almost off my feet dragging me through the wall of ravers to stand with him. Ended up in a pleasant little clump with lots of people I like. Starr, Eric, Yen, Iris, Kate. All people I don't see nearly enough of anymore. Concert was great. I kind of wanted to take the singers pelvis home with me. It was at a well nigh Bowie-esque level. I'm pretty sure it defied some fundamental laws of physics. Maybe it moved in more dimensions then my eyes could perceive. Or maybe it is the key to perpetual motion. It seems clear that I must have this pelvis, if only for the advancement of science!
Oh, speaking of science, I bought more textbooks. Nothing really exciting. Nice chemistry book, and a diffy q's book. Just refreshing my memory on some of the basics which seem to have gone trickling out of my brain while I wasn't using it. Yes, I could probably find it all online, but I'm hopelessly old fashioned in a lot of ways. I just like the concept of books. I managed to resist buying the organic chemistry book that came with the little ball and stick molecule construction kit though. 200 dollars. Yeesh.
Ok, I'm dismayed at the quality of my writing, and I want to go do things so maybe I have more to write about next time I write, which will hopefully not be such a lengthy interval from now. So, in summary, new Douglas Coupland book = good, though mid tier compared to the rest of his stuff. Microserfs and Shampoo Planet still top it easily. Punch Drunk Love = as good as anything with Adam Sandler can be. Which is actually quite good it seems. Really bizarre. Didn't feel an awful lot like Boogie Nights or Magnolia (The directors older movies if you're not catching the reference).
Hrm. Actually had some vaguely non-fluffy things to write, but I'm feeling too fluffy for them right now, so I go before re-reading this and deciding it's crap and just deleting it.
Hey look, it's 9 pm, and I'm not at work. Huzzah, and kaloo-kalay and whatnot. So clearly I've neither gotten fired nor quit. Of course if I'd quit, I wouldn't have gotten the immense privilege of working 24 hour shifts. Yee-haw. Though I don't really get to bitch, as some people were there 48 hours plus. Anyway, that schedule is done with. Now come another exciting bunch of "Hey great job and all, get the hell out"s, which will almost certainly include me. Which means I get maybe a week or two of seeing everybody I've missed while chained to work before I get to seriously stress about finding another job/school/whatnot. Joy. I remember this brief magical period back in '99 when a career seemed like a possibility. Now it seems like everyone I know is just reeling drunkenly through a collapsing pinball machine from one layoff to the next. It's grand.
So, anyway. Things other than work. I'm sure there must have been some. Went to go see Underworld last night with Heather, which was grand. Got there before the show started and saw Moof out front and followed him in. Spent a good fifteen minutes trying to find one of the clusters of other people that we knew were going to be there. Stopped looking and it took another 10 minutes to realize that I was quite literally standing right next to them. I are perceptive. Merrily hugged all the /devers who were there then attracted the attention of Simon who yanked me almost off my feet dragging me through the wall of ravers to stand with him. Ended up in a pleasant little clump with lots of people I like. Starr, Eric, Yen, Iris, Kate. All people I don't see nearly enough of anymore. Concert was great. I kind of wanted to take the singers pelvis home with me. It was at a well nigh Bowie-esque level. I'm pretty sure it defied some fundamental laws of physics. Maybe it moved in more dimensions then my eyes could perceive. Or maybe it is the key to perpetual motion. It seems clear that I must have this pelvis, if only for the advancement of science!
Oh, speaking of science, I bought more textbooks. Nothing really exciting. Nice chemistry book, and a diffy q's book. Just refreshing my memory on some of the basics which seem to have gone trickling out of my brain while I wasn't using it. Yes, I could probably find it all online, but I'm hopelessly old fashioned in a lot of ways. I just like the concept of books. I managed to resist buying the organic chemistry book that came with the little ball and stick molecule construction kit though. 200 dollars. Yeesh.
Ok, I'm dismayed at the quality of my writing, and I want to go do things so maybe I have more to write about next time I write, which will hopefully not be such a lengthy interval from now. So, in summary, new Douglas Coupland book = good, though mid tier compared to the rest of his stuff. Microserfs and Shampoo Planet still top it easily. Punch Drunk Love = as good as anything with Adam Sandler can be. Which is actually quite good it seems. Really bizarre. Didn't feel an awful lot like Boogie Nights or Magnolia (The directors older movies if you're not catching the reference).
Hrm. Actually had some vaguely non-fluffy things to write, but I'm feeling too fluffy for them right now, so I go before re-reading this and deciding it's crap and just deleting it.
