Friday,November 29,2002

don't let those evil machines

so

posted at 01:57:03 AM by Clint--comment

Thursday,November 28,2002

Stand by us and guide us

My mother would get up at 5:00 am to start baking for Thanksgiving. I don't really know if it takes that long to bake a turkey and everything else, but that was her routine--her ritual for the day. I know the day was something special to her, as she prided herself in her work in the kitchen. My mother was a particularly adept baker of pies, cakes, bread, and rolls. One time my father and she had an argument that she couldn't bake a cake from scratch anymore. (You see she was sucked into the Betty Crocker/Duncan Hines evil cake mix continuum.) Of course my father was wrong, as she made the best cake I've ever tasted in my life. Perhaps it was his cunning plan to get her away from BC/DHECMC, who knows.

By the time I woke up at, say 8 am, the house would be full of the odor of roasting turkey and baking bread. There she would be in the kitchen, drinking coffee. She had made breakfast, of course, but I always skipped it since I wanted to gorge myself later on. It was expectation that I desired, not satisfaction.

I would be outside then, in the biting cold, away from the Mom, to break frozen puddles, to play with the dogs or cats, feed the chickens, or, if lucky rollick in the snow that had magically fallen over night. It was rare for it to snow on Thanksgiving. Rare and something to be thankful for.

posted at 07:41:38 AM by Clint--comment

Wednesday,November 27,2002

I like the idea that someone cares...even a machine

You got to love advertisers. Look what they do. I particularly liked the lines "Mr. Cohen, 30, has a TiVo that mysteriously assumed he wanted Korean news programs. The Philadelphia lawyer gave thumbs down to anything Korean, and his TiVo got the message. Sort of. 'The next day, it recorded the Chinese news,' he says" or "'I don't want it thinking I'm an ax murderer,' [Karlsson] says."

Turn off your fucking TiVo before they make it so that it just buys things for you because it thinks you will like them. Hey that sounds kind of like a "special friend" (i.e. significant other etc.), eh?

It is Buy Nothing Day on Friday. Buy Nothing. I am going to hike up Black Mountain, I think.

posted at 08:01:33 AM by Clint--comment

Tuesday,November 26,2002

"I have to give myself permission to do a bad show now and then, but that's OK..."

Blurg. Candace leaves for Dallas tomorrow. I still need to write that letter to the friendly parking company. One sentence thoughts at 3:30 am are pretty much the norm. I have to get up at 6 am. Why does Comedy Central put a good Saturday Night Live on at 3:00 am? I have to get up at 6 am.

posted at 03:27:10 AM by Clint--comment

Monday,November 25,2002

Norwegian Old People's Home

Cordelia was pining away for her old reading group with her now-moved friend Margaret, so we decided to create an online reading group called The Austere Circle. Cold, intractable reaction is expected, and effusiveness will lead to expulsion.

posted at 06:23:21 PM by Clint--comment

Get Covey on the Job

Clint says, "they are not responding to the 15 calls I left them on saturday night hee and the 5 that Jeff left." Clint laughs. Cordelia asks, "why do you have to write them?" Clint says, "So now I have to send them a certified letter. They are trying to rip me off." Clint ask, "do you know the park and then put your money into the slot kind of places?" Cordelia asks, "for what?" Clint says, "no booth--just put your money in a slot and some dude checks it." Cordelia says, "yes" Clint says, "Well, after Jeff's opening I was the designated driver, so I hauled Jeff around, and as there was no parking down town, we had to park in one of those lots. 5 dollars. So we found a spot. Parked and then walked over to the slot box. As we were approaching the box, a parking attendant approached us. Charkes says, "FIVE DALLAH!" Clint says, "he said 'WHICH SLOT ARE YOUS IN?' and I said '80.' I later noticed that he had a ticket machine in his hand and a ticket was popping out. In any case Jeff then asked 'Can I get a discount since I work at the Monaco' and he said 'No.' Then Jeff asked 'do we give the money to you or put it in the box?' And the guy said 'It is up to you.' I said 'Let's put it in the box,' and we did." Cordelia says, "PUT IT IN THE BOX!" Clint says, "then went off to the bar. When we came back a couple of hours later there was a ticket on my windshield. Jeff had switched cars and now John was with me. So I looked around for the attendant but couldn't locate him. So I immediately called the parking place and got an answering machine. I left a nice message inquiring about the ticket. The party then sojourned to my place, and folks were there so I forgot about it. Then around 3 when people were leaving I showed it to Jeff. Well by that time he was quite drunk, and he got very pissed. The more pissed he got the angrier I got. So I started calling them over and over and over again, requesting various things. Then we finally figured out that the parking attendant might have been crooked. If we had given him the 5 bucks he wouldn't have given a ticket. So I then called them and left them a message about that." Clint laughs.

Cordelia asks, "how much is the ticket?" Clint says, "MORAL TO THE STORY: DON'T DRINK WHISKEY AND NEGOTIATE PARKING TICKETS. $50.00! AND WE PAID THE FIVE FUCKING DOLLARS! Jeff left rather abusive messages. I was still somewhat nice, although I did mention extortion a few times." Clint laughs. Clint says, "I really think their employee was ripping them off, however." Cordelia laughs. Cordelia says, "I agree" Clint says, "but what a stupid bastard. Give someone a ticket? you know they will come unglued, as I did." Cordelia says, "i think it was a no win situation"

posted at 05:13:20 PM by Clint--comment

Sunday,November 24,2002

Abide with me

Why the hell doesn't it snow?

posted at 10:28:57 AM by Clint--comment

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