That's not what the Death card means

Four years prostrate to the higher mind
written 2010-08-10 06:53:10

Time enough for a quick update, before I walk to the mechanic.

Chasing women is a wholly subjective endeavor. Even though the judges are all holding up 9.9s, it's still possible to not yet have won your event. This is part of the crazy I mentioned in the last post. I'm onboard with the whole thing, though, so I can't bitch too much.

Well, I can, but no one has to listen.

Orioles v. White Sox on Sunday. Great day for baseball, the O's managed a win (keeping their loss record down to 73 or something horrific like that) and Camden Yards is always a good time.

Working. Hope to keep working into autumn. Can't wait for autumn after this miserable summer. I say that despite the fact that I have been actively using AC all summer, and I still hate it.

Scott Pilgrim this week. I hear there isn't going to be a midnight show around here. Bad move, movie theater proprietors. That would be an event.

About to finish my reread of Infinite Jest. It remains excellent, and DFW's precognitive abilities are borne out more and more each time I read it.

All right, time to walk down the road. Let's see how much the mechanic wants to gouge me for inspecting my car.

--6:46 AM, Hatboro, PA, cadillac, cadillac, long and dark, shiny and black

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