October 2, 1996
...then he greedily went off, consuming all the wheat crackers and Cream Cheese in the house. They found him gasping for breath next to a jug of Dandelion Wine that Elmer had thoughtfully provided...
"He don't look right!" said one of them.
"He looks like my Great-Uncle" another said.
"He looks kinda peaceful layin there don't he?" said the third.
And so, it becomes October. Sickness must be transmitted through the Internet. Been out of it for two days. Been reading a bunch of journal entries and those people are/have been sick too. Gee. Must be goin' around.
Another thing is sleep. Seems to be a scarce commodity among journalers. We seem to either not sleep well or not get enough of it. Or is sleep deprivation more prevalent in the general population than is known? Hmmm. I was going to write up some good stuff today and last night as I was falling asleep worked it all out in my head. I remember thinking "I should get up and write this 'cause I'm not going to remember this" but then thought "Nah. I need to sleep". So I did. And of course, don't remember a thing. I love it when that happens.
I need to get a driver's license for this state and register. The thought of going to the Bureau of Motor Vehicles and doing that gig fills me with fear and loathing. There is nothing worse than failing a license exam. It's not like you're taking the medical boards or solving equations in Quantum mechanics. It's humiliating. Oh well. And then there is the "bureau" itself. After bus stations, they rank right up there with public restrooms.
Godzilla. Godzilla has been an ever-present fixture in my life. I know people who when ,upon finding out someone acutally lives in the apartment above them, are actually surprised. Not me. Godzilla has always lived above me. Stomping around, dropping what sounds like engine blocks all over the floor while they (seemingly) destroy their apartment. "Ohhhh, they say he's got to go, oh no Godzilla! Woooooooo! Ohhh no, there goes Tokyo, oh no Godzilla!" (lyrics by Blue Oyster Cult).
Here's an example of the copyright laws working against Corporations. I wanted to upgrade some software yesterday; to something by the same company. Well, the company needs a faxed copy of the first page of the manual with the serial number on it. Okay. I went to (nameless service bureau) to get a copy made and to fax the thing. Nope. Sorry. Can't do that. Ya see, the first page has the product logo on it. Which of course is copyrighted. In fact, explains the helpful camper behind the counter, we cant' even fax it cause that's a violation too. I half expected them to call the cops for my even requesting such a thing. They say you have to get written permission from the company for this. So let's see here I'm musing to myself. One to three weeks to get a reply from the legal beagles at A, then another two days shipping. I don't get the software (which I must have!) for a month. This is a no-brainer. So company A lost a sale. I called a competitor who will gladly take the serial number alone. Lovely. Now, I am in favor of copyright laws, but they can work against you from time to time.
OK. Who bites their fingernails? I work with someone (in a very quite cube) who does. Ah. The snap, crackle and pop of a righteous index finger nail. You wouldn't think sound could travel that far. But it does! Joe! Stop it! I gotta eat lunch today!
Drew
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