As I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling, Piccolo Petes shriek briefly before exploding loudly.
Part of me is wishing that I didn’t volunteer to take that shift at work tomorrow.
Blog
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Ambition
Fuck writing the great American novel, I want to write the great American TV pilot.
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Debatable Upgrades
Now that it’s out, I want to upgrade to the Sidekick 3 so very badly — but I’m a little put off by the $299 with a 2 year contract price.
Does anyone want to buy my Sidekick 2?
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Say What Now?
I received this communique in my fortune cookie at the Chinese place today — and I’m still trying to figure out what the hell it means.
It doesn’t even make sense if you add “…in bed” to the end of it!
P.S. Is it bad when your boss chuckles and says, “I’m sure you can spin that into a pretty good entry for your blog.” upon hearing of said fortune?
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Links for 2006-06-26
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$39, in black-brown/silver. It’s not huge, but I don’t need anything too big.
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$299, queen size. I’m not sure of what color I should get tho.
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$28, black/white, size 13. These look comfy.
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This is an interesting concept that I might be able to get behind if I could rip the music off the audio stick and put it onto my iPod. Of course the RIAA wouldn’t get behind that idea without heavy DRM in place.
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What’s A Pederast, Walter?
Why do 13 year old indie girls from Los Angeles have the screen name for my Sidekick? I know it’s public record and all, but normally the people who use it are the sort of people who I want having it. Maybe I should consider making it unpublic…
Furthermore, why do said 13 year old girls say “maybe. just let me see yr myspace.” when I tell them that I’m 28 and ask if that might be a bit too old for them? Because I don’t care what they say about grass on the playing field — I’m not down with getting busted in some sort of a Dateline sting.
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Clean Sheets
It’s too hot out to have flannel sheets on my bed — but for some reason, I do.
I was thinking about putting the bamboo ones on the bed when I realized that the pillowcases are on the pillows I keep in my car. Seeing as how I probably won’t need those anytime soon, I should probably bring them inside the house and wash them. *sigh*
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She Took The Midnight Train Goin’ Anywhere
What sort of karaoke joint manages to have stuff by Journey without having “Don’t Stop Believing” or “Separate Ways” in their book of available songs?
Despite having a fantastic time drinking and partying with my awesome new coworkers at City Cat Karaoke Studio last night, that one thing still sort of bugs me this afternoon. *sigh* Oh well.
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Mimicry
It may be dark outside — well, as dark as it can get in the suburbs — but there’s a chirping bird outside my window. And it almost sounds like a car alarm being armed.
I wonder what that sound means in bird speak…
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All Up In Your Nameplate
Despite working a handful of desk jobs over the past 7+ years, when my coworker set my nameplate on my desk today, I felt like I’d finally found my way to my first real grown-up job.
Shortly thereafter, I played a celebratory round of Super Puzzle Figher on the office MAME cabinet… ;)