Saturday, July 21, 2001

GOTW!™ number 13

What's the deal with batteries? Wait, I already wrote about that once. Sorry! My frustration today is my desk, The frustration is that it's always cluttered with shit. (Here and here are 2 lo-res pictures so you can see what I'm talking about.) I know what you're thinking, I have no one to blame but myself. OK, ass, it's time to shut up now and listen to me. I have a theory, and it is as follows: desks suck. Ha ha, no. Actually my theory is based on the assumption that I have a lot of free time, and about 97% of said time is spent in front of my computer. In actuality, my free time is spent sleeping, watching my Dreamcast likeness best Mark McGwire in a home-run race and firing up the ol' home theater. Of course, after my vacation ends and I get transferred to Siberia.... I mean the Woodbury Audio King, my free-time ratio shoul increase exponentially after which I could actually do laundry myself and other things that "normal" people do. I also hear that there is really a spheric orange dealy in the sky which I believe is called the "sun." I had previously only seen the "sun" on television and in movies, and imagine my surprise when I heard from a co-worker that it actually exists!! Apparently it is very elusive, and changes its appearance hours constantly, much like TNT's broadcast schedule, but can usually be seen betweel 7:00 am and 8:00 pm. I also heard that in the summer, the sun comes out at 5 am or so, and doesn't go away till 10 that night. One word: woooowwwwwwwww........... I am very anxious to see this object and all the "heat" and "light" it supposedly provides. I mean, this is straight out of Isaac Asimov, what's next, nuclear power or electric locomotives? Personally, I believe the steam trains will by far be the most popular, after all who has heard of "electricity"? That's crazy talk, almost like "drive-thru". Drive through what? A wall? That doesn't make sense, that would just hurt your car. Speaking of cars, what the hell is the four-wheels gig all about? Be economical and only use 3. You would, though, have to narrow out the front of your car or put little sticks on either side to keep it from tipping over.

Wow, that took a weird turn. Well, I will leave it as is as it is a good example of why one should get 8 hours of sleep a night. Stay tuned for next week where I insult a magazine feature.

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