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28 august 2000
one two three four five First day at new job. Crazy day. "Bubbling Brook" attempted to wake me at 7:23 am. It took a good twenty minutes. I mean, it's one thing to be jolted awake by a nasty buzz or beep. It's another to be subtly nudged into consciousness by a digitally sampled cascade of mountain spring water flowing through rocks and pebbles in a place far enough away from here that the only vibe reaching my ears is that of complete serenity. For once, I didn't hit the snooze button. And I really like this new alarm clock. I stumbled into the office at around 8:15. My first task was to familiarize myself with the coffee machine. By 10am, we were good friends, as I was already on my third cup of java and first of many trips to the men's room. (side note: I feel very strongly that the person who invented button-fly jeans should be subjected to an over-abundant all-liquid diet of coffee and alcohol for a few days. Mark my words, by the third bathroom trip, said person will be screaming "Zipper! Zipper!. Please give me back my zipper!" I'm tossing these fucking pants in the trash tomorrow morning. end side note) So I over-caffeinated myself this morning, and, thanks to the nature of my pants' groinal aperture, I managed to put my kidneys through a stress test. On the bright side, it was one of the nicest first days I've ever had. Upon arriving, my desk was ready, my phone was working, and my email account was all set up. It was on me to hit the power switch on my brand spankin' new kickass G4 Cube and "build the box," so to speak. I installed Office and Outlook, then played with the toaster-oven loading DVD drive because it was just too cool. The harmon-kardon speakers produced the best sound I've ever heard in absence of a subwoofer. I won't even go into how cool the whole system _looks_. I set the cube up as a software base station for Airport. I can now use my iBook anywhere in the vicinity and surf through the G4. Too cool. When I drive away from home in the morning, the laptop beeps "Your "Civic Center" network is no longer available." Seven minutes later, as I pull into the office garage, it beeps again: "Your "Point Dume" network is now available." Three words: Wireless Fucking Rules. I'm tired, I'm sad, and I'm lonely, but right now none of that shit seems to matter. I'll get over it. I always do. Still dunno if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Just gonna close my eyes and kill night until dawn. Busy day tomorrow. Busy is good. Anything that takes my mind off me is good. Roxy gig on Weds. Come one, come all. We're gonna fuckin' rock. I can feel it. 28 august 1999: : didn't write 28 august 1998: texas time : Cocktail music is fun. Just play major seventh chords and you're safe. [ swim back | email me | swim ahead ] |
