Friday, January 31, 2003

This is my nephew Dan:

He will be in the Persian Gulf by this weekend.

I really don't have anything funny, informative, or ironic to say here - I just thought it might be nice to put up his picture.

Please be careful, Dan.

Thursday, January 30, 2003


There's a little sign over the salad-bar-that's-not-really-a-salad-bar-because-it's-full-of-various-baked-goods station at the Stop & Shop. I want to stress that, although I'm paraphrasing the last line of the sign, it is in fact a pre-printed sign straight from company HQ and not a hand-lettered jobbie. The sign reads as follows:

Six for $1.99
Choose from sesame, classic Italian, etc., etc.

This is either a heck of an opportunity for budding thespians, or an affirmation that there is free will after all, and we are all able to choose our own destinies. At six for $1.99.

Tuesday, January 28, 2003

I went to a periodontist yesterday. Being that a periodontist was, before yesterday, only one of the things and/or people I had never before personally experienced, I wasn't sure what to expect, but it sure wasn't that much sawing. The hammering was also a little off-putting.

I had sort of thought that a periodontist was just a fancy type of dentist, and after he was done with whatever it was he does, I'd be back in the office by lunchtime. So, after the sawing and hammering was done I got my jaw stitched up all good and tight (another thing I hadn't been expecting), and as I was still completely numb I headed home to see about eating something before I headed back. SInce any kind of hard foods were definitely contraindicted, I had a yogurt and a butterscotch pudding. Yum. I then puttered about for a bit, just to be sure I was okay, before I went to the office. I should have waited a little longer. As is the case with a lot of things, it's not what happens while you're all numb that bothers you, it's what happens after the numb wears off.

On the plus side, I got to take vicodin. I recommend it.

Friday, January 24, 2003

Well, that explains it. I was wondering why I couldn't find a single tube of black lipstick anywhere in the area - it's the Miss Gothic Massachusetts 2003 Pageant tonight at the famous (or at least well-known) ManRay nightclub.

We will be displaying the loveliest and most morose finalists chosen from a wide range of the Massachusetts Goth Culture. ...
Each Contestant gets 30 seconds to answer a question much like- How would you help the Goth community using your Miss Gothic Massachusetts Title?

"Fascinating, Captain. An entire sub-culture of disaffected youth that continuously replenishes itself, and defines itself with equal parts self-loathing and disdain for all others."

"But don't you SEE, Spock? They've EVOLVED! They're DEVELOPING a sense of IRONIC HUMOR! They're now able to LAUGH at THEMSELVES!!"

(Kirk raises his chin ever so slightly, and peers into the near distance)

"There may be (pause) HOPE for these people (pause) YET."

Monday, January 20, 2003

And what's with this poseurs stuff? C'mon, enetation. Get it right. I'll give you a big clue: I. Am. Not. Canadian. Je ne suis pas un canuck!!! So, knock it off with the poseurs, okay!?!

* breathes deeply for a few minutes *

* finally says "well, why don't I just fix it instead of bitching about it" *

* goes into settings page on; sees what's wrong; fixes it *

Hmm, that's better. Okay, I think we may have learned something here today.
Smoking Update

At the end of the day tomorrow, I will be two weeks smoke-free. Assuming I make it that long, of course, and my wife doesn't kill me before then. Oh, she's one week smoke-free herself today. This past weekend, then, was our first weekend together without either of us smoking.

It was a wee bit tense.

As in Malta Talks, or Cuban Missile Crisis, tense.

Hey, but it's all going to be worth it, right? More money! More air in the old lungs! More restaurants, shops, and businesses we can walk into without being unable to smoke! More ... time. Jeez, what do non-smokers do with all the extra time? This last Friday night, I finally read the first Harry Potter book (my secretary gave it to me, said she couldn't believe I hadn't read it). Well, that took four hours; what else is there to do?

I'm sure it'll work itself out in the end, because even though it really does seem very, very, very, boring without being able to smoke, and it seems to me (and to Chris, too) that there's just nothing to do, in reality there is and we just don't want to do any of it right now. Hopefully, that's something else that will turn around after the first few weeks.

Hey, I wonder if I could find the next couple of Harry Potter books anywere around here?

Saturday, January 11, 2003

A Japanese rabbit named Oolong died this week (hold your cursor over the pictures for a brief English translation)

And who was Oolong? And why should anyone care? Well, that's kind of hard to say. But here's a very good primer on the whole Oolong story, if anyone is interested.

All I know is that some nameless soul half a globe away is very sad to have lost their beloved rabbit. And that the fact that the nameless soul has lost their beloved rabbit makes me very sad also.

We are all together here. The world is a very, very small place when we look at it from within one pair of eyes at a time.

Wednesday, January 01, 2003

Happy New Year.

But first, a few more D.C. pictures, since (a) we found them, (b) I wanted to be sure I got them scanned okay, (c) it's my own damn weblog and I can put up as many D.C. pictures as I want, and (d) today would have been her 19th birthday.

Happy Birthday, D.C. We miss you. Thank you again for all the love and joy you put in our lives.

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