Friday, August 23, 2002

The Web is a wonderful place - something for everyone. And occasionally I stumble across something that's just too bizarre to go unnoticed. Breakfast, anyone? The really frightening thing is that this is not a comedy site; the authors seem to be deadly serious. Women and children first in the lifeboats, please... 6:03:14 PM

Here's some shameless pimping for my favorite bookstore. Mysterious Galaxy, seller of science fiction, mysteries, and horror genres, is simply too good to have been around so long. If you're in Socal and can read, visit them. 5:30:05 PM

Not much time for the blog the last few days - work seems to be getting in the way of having a life, an intolerable situation. Consequently, here I am late Friday afternoon pecking at the keyboard. A midafternoon ride on Socal's linear parking lot (aka I-5) sucked the life out of me. Stone Pale Ale and some Boz are in charge of resuscitation and doing pretty well, thank you. Friday afternoon and evenings have always been something of an issue for me. I think it's due to operant conditioning started in high school, reinforced in college, and then made permanent in the workfarce. Five days of study/homework/work, then two blissful days of no deadlines, meetings or otherwise importunate events. Friday evening is/was/has been a cause to celebrate, by whatever means you're so inclined. So tonight, with reasons Pavlovian, is a de facto party. 5:20:17 PM

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