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Tell me something beautiful, tell me something free

Started: Wednesday, October 4, 2000 19:33

Finished: Wednesday, October 4, 2000 20:40

Tell me something beautiful, and I wish that I could be

Then I got my wings and I never even knew it
When I was a worm thought I couldn't get through it

Kicking back, zoning, after having eaten some nutritious spaghetti from Italy. (Hahaha)

Turns out I wasn't quite as much of a fringe freak for watching Quality Television Programming last night as my parents wanted me to believe. (That is both a reference to other content vulture publishing, and to a little conversation in the office today.)

Instead of doing my civic duty and keeping informed on current politics, I opted for pure entertainment. Well, I used to keep up with that stuff. Yes, I really did. That was before I fully realized and accepted that no matter what those guys say, it is bullshit. Even if the topics they were talking about were of relevance, what evidence exists that they wouldn't just do a 180 six months later? Therefore, experience has taught me that it is best for one's own mental health to simply tune them out. End of topic.

(P.S. Vote for Harry Browne. ;)

A lack of pain
A lack of hope
A lack of anything to say

I'm on my way down now
I'd like to take you with me
I'm on my way down
I'm on my way down

The minute that it's born
It begins to die
I'd like to just give in
I'd love to live this lie

I went to heaven
everything was dead
I guess that I am too

Nothin like a little music from the Reverend. (Not to be confused with the Antichrist. We might listen to a little of her later. But I'll never admit a thing.) Heehee.

Bitscape ponders... my workplace these days.... quite nuts. Hope nobody reading this takes this personally. (Translation: here goes Bitscape with this big mouth... errr.... keyboard.) Methinks that some people, who are more or less far removed from my sphere of operation, might do well to read "Realistic Deadlines for Dummies". Ho hum. Hope I don't get in trouble for saying that, but dammit, if you're one of the readers from my workplace (and I KNOW ya'll are out there), you know it's true.

That said, I've gotta say I'm considering going into work for one of the days this weekend. Am I nuts? Probably. It's what amounts to the final heave, and after this, it'll be over. Such has been promised. (How realistic such predictions truly turn out to be is another matter.) At any rate, this will be my last chance to go in and work the weekend for probably a long time. Hah! So, given that, I'm considering it.

From the morale angle, it probably doesn't hurt that several VP's and the CEO will be showing up in person to lend support to those in attendance. That's like.... almost unheard of. Highly unusual, at any rate. Also, given I'm not in recovery after an insane venture into hell^H^H^H^HAtlanta, I ought to be in a little bit better condition.

So Bitscape is considering going beyond the extra centimeter. The extra hundred meters, perhaps. The thing is, I reserved making a decision until after tonight, mainly so I could find out whether the rest of the family had anything planned on either of the days. Nothing right now, but I know that means virtually nothing.

It would suck if I agreed to work Saturday, and then late Friday night found out that some great event was going to be happening the next day. Then I go into work, and feel really shitty because I'm missing out, as was the scenario once before. It did have a happy ending, but left a very bad taste in my mouth. (Didn't help that on that occassion, I came in, only to find that there was nothing truly urgent for me to do. This time, I am convinced that such is not the case.)

Well, I'm considering it this time anyway. That basicly sums it up. Mostly so because it's a cool group, everyone around there has been really great to me, and... well.... we're pretty much in this together. So I may. Not 100% sure yet. We'll see. One day out of the two, probably.

I shall now remove the shoes, sit back a bit, dim the lights, and kick the volume.

Because I can't not Because I can't not Because I cannot walk without my crutches Because I can't not Because I can't not Because I can't help wonder why you ask me