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The only time celebrities have died in threes was when Ritchie Valens won that coin toss, okay?
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it was a rhetorical question, but thanks.
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It looks like we may need to replace our DSL modem. This is gonna hurt.
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Nobody bothered to tell the security people about the extension, though. My badge didn't work this morning, since as far as the security system is concerned I'm not of the body anymore. That's life in these days of heightened security, I guess. And I'll always have a souvenir of the bygone, more carefree days: my access key to the old building, the one I was in when I started with the company three years ago. They never asked for it back when my department moved buildings, and what's more, it continued to work after we moved. For all I know, it still works now. I don't intend to find out, but I'm keeping it all the same. We finally got caught up with Buffy last nightwe watched six seasons in as many monthsmeaning we can start watching the new episodes when they air. To keep the balance I may give up on Enterprise, which I just can't get into. It doesn't feel like Star Trek to me; rather, it feels like why I don't watch much teevee anymore. (Of course, I liked Voyager, so I clearly have poor taste.) I know Maddy wouldn't mind. 10:20pm I finally saw Todd Haynes' Safe at The Red Vic tonight. I dug it, even though there was A) audible static during the entire movie (I'd ask how a seven year-old print can be in such bad shape, but that'd be terribly naive) and B) inappropriate laughter from the audience. (I guess that's to be expected when a movie is even the slightest bit challenging.) It was enough to make me glad that Maddy couldn't make it, although it was kinda weird going to The Red Vic by myselfby my math I haven't gone there alone since Tiff quasi-stood me up on Valentine's Day '99. Since then, it's become "our" theater. (Maddy and I, that is. Tiff and I don't share much of anything.) Before the movie I went into Wasteland and tried on some clothes. More didn't fit than did. I'm clocking in at 167, and even I have to admit that my stomach isn't as prominent as I claim it is, but it appears I'm still not quite where I want to be yet. When I get there, of course, I'll know it. Surely. | ||
Note to self: when your body has becomed accustomed to vegetables and steamed rice, go easy on the Dim Sum.
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