Effluvia The Onion on the DiCaprio/Clinton affair. The next-to-last guy's response is priceless. I want to see this, because the thought of Alex Kingston as a South African bad guy makes my stomach all fluttery. She sounds a little goofy, but she's cute. Meet Ananova. I've been listening to Orbital today, courtesy of a cool coworker. Earlier this week it was Groove Armada from the same guy. Both albums make me want to open a record store, just so I could play these albums in the background while people shop. Courtesy of Beth - tell me about buying a house. Arsenal is playing in the UEFA Cup finals. Go gunners! Bygone
Days 75 YEARS AGO A new school history of Tennessee by S. E. Scates, professor at the West Tennessee Normal, has been published. Mr. Scates' previous work has included Watching Paint Dry and Accounting: The Whole Story. Siobhan has gone home for the weekend. I'm sure, wherever she is, that she is doing interesting things and will tell us about them later. |
04/21/2000 Red China I ate lunch yesterday at a Chinese place in the same loose string of strip malls and office parks I work in. I want to call in Red China - which is pretty funny - but it's actually called Red Sun Buffet. I ate a plateful. A kind of schizophrenic buffet, with moo goo gai pan and sweet and sour pork and french fries and jello. And soft serve ice cream. Something for everyone, I suppose. Then shopping at Target. You know, you can get anything you need at Target. It's like Wal-Mart with better clothes. I always get a perverse thrill out of checking out condoms through the line of the sweetest little old lady I can find. I know I'm not going to blush or stammer - hell, I'm getting laid - but it's fun to see what reaction I'll get. Sometimes they hesitate, then stuff it in an bag. Sometimes no reaction at all. One time a lady winked at me. "Ah, you're a player!" her wink seemed to say.
I washed my car yesterday, and by god it needed it. I haven't really washed it since I got it, besides driving it through the thing at Exxon, and my dashboard was gray with dust. I used one of those foam-brush thingies, which is only marginally satisfying. There must be some art to using one, 'cause I always tend to leave random streaks of dirt all over the car. I did an okay job yesterday, and I vacuumed, too, which the car seriously needed. Not that it really matters. Lately I've been parking next to an under-construction subdivision - a thin layer of yellow dirt covers my car every afternoon. Sonya was home late last night, after having her nails done and buying us Chick-Fil-A for dinner. Unfortunately, she'd taken some drugs for an impending migraine, so she crashed shortly after arrival. Therefore I had a quiet evening at home by myself, assembling documents for a possible stab at mortgage pre-approval and doing some freelance work.
My coworker (whom I'll call Buck for the duration) and I continued our reigns as Kings of Slack today. We (joined by his wife) took a three hour lunch and saw U-571. Bill Paxton - the greatest! It was fairly entertaining. Movies set on submarines, as a rule, are good. It was no Hunt For Red October, but it was a good way to spend a lunch hour.
I went downstairs to get a loaf of bread after I got home today. I was wearing my Arsenal kit. "Hey man," this great big guy at the store said, "that's a cool jersey. Dreamcast and Nike on the same shirt! Where'd you get it?" "It's an English football jersey," I told him, "I got it in England. It's different - you don't see one walking down the street every day." "Yeah, it's unique," he said, "I gotta get me one of those. Okay." I didn't say it was an interesting story.
Tonight, Todd Snider at the Daisy. If you need us, the Wife and I will be rockin' on Beale Street. |
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