Anybody else fucking hate parades?
Jun. 21st, 2001 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twicketfaceIn a vain attempt to go to my friend Terry’s house to play some tennis and Madden 2001 on PS2 last night, I was met with an enemy. This enemy is one like no other. It draws the lowest common denominators of the community, complete with fanny packs and lawn chairs. It delays progress. It celebrates nothingness. It creates noise, pollution and inconvenience. It. is. a. parade.
*sigh*
The best part of it was being in a long line of cars waiting to advance to the intersection and get around the delay. I looked out the window to my left and saw a kid, no more than 7 years old with a helmet on, straddling his bike. He looked over at me, pointed and laughed (well, more of a giggle) and freely rode his bike around the sidewalk, as if to point out his superiority to me and my stupid car. Point well taken.
Ah well. Terry beat me at tennis and I lost my first game as the 49ers to the Rams. Jerks. I did an overhaul of the team following the loss and feel that they’ll have a different force to reckon with next time around. Of course, I simply “push fucking buttons”, but I get an odd sense of achievement from it. Sick, ain’t it?
It was pouring most of the morning today. One of the nice things about my job is I have a ‘window’ cubicle, and I can see the rest of our buildings and the airstrip from where I sit. Bad thing is that I can’t sit and watch it rain because I’m in plain view of other people. And somehow, I find time to keep my website and journal updated.
I found the Unabomber’s Manifesto on-line and have downloaded it for my viewing pleasure. Which strikes me as a sort of irony since I’m using technology to read a document that denounces technology. Ah, who cares? He used a typewriter to type it, so I guess we’re even.
Random thoughts of the day:
I’m feeling better, thanks.
Why do incredibly large and powerful corporations advertise?
I’m striving for simplicity and resisting it at the same time.
I need a new camera. Mine doesn’t work anymore. No, strike that. I want a new camera.
I love to get mail, so I think I need to write more letters to people I like. Who knows, maybe you’ll get one!
*sigh*
The best part of it was being in a long line of cars waiting to advance to the intersection and get around the delay. I looked out the window to my left and saw a kid, no more than 7 years old with a helmet on, straddling his bike. He looked over at me, pointed and laughed (well, more of a giggle) and freely rode his bike around the sidewalk, as if to point out his superiority to me and my stupid car. Point well taken.
Ah well. Terry beat me at tennis and I lost my first game as the 49ers to the Rams. Jerks. I did an overhaul of the team following the loss and feel that they’ll have a different force to reckon with next time around. Of course, I simply “push fucking buttons”, but I get an odd sense of achievement from it. Sick, ain’t it?
It was pouring most of the morning today. One of the nice things about my job is I have a ‘window’ cubicle, and I can see the rest of our buildings and the airstrip from where I sit. Bad thing is that I can’t sit and watch it rain because I’m in plain view of other people. And somehow, I find time to keep my website and journal updated.
I found the Unabomber’s Manifesto on-line and have downloaded it for my viewing pleasure. Which strikes me as a sort of irony since I’m using technology to read a document that denounces technology. Ah, who cares? He used a typewriter to type it, so I guess we’re even.
Random thoughts of the day:
I’m feeling better, thanks.
Why do incredibly large and powerful corporations advertise?
I’m striving for simplicity and resisting it at the same time.
I need a new camera. Mine doesn’t work anymore. No, strike that. I want a new camera.
I love to get mail, so I think I need to write more letters to people I like. Who knows, maybe you’ll get one!
