WorkFarce Wizard

Saturday, February 16, 2002

 

It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim!

OK, a few things: I need to get the fucking keyboard on this thing replaced. The shift key is being too wonky to be believed. Also the t.

Watched Rock Star today. It had some wonderful moments, but on the whole, left me cold. Nothing at all was ever explained, and while I'm sure the writer would say that that's because it's real life, baby, I think it's important to realise that it's a fucking movie, not real life. You don't have any control over how real life turns out, but a movie . . . . well, it's supposed to be different.

Visted with Jackie while I was in SF. had a good time. Drank more beer than I usually do, which is usual when I go visit her. Talked music with Bill, mostly, also par for the course.

Bought some presents for the boyz while I was there. Starting to regret getting Shannon the Dr Demento CD, after the 18th listen today.

10:38 PM

Friday, February 15, 2002

 

Home again.

Details later.

11:58 PM

Wednesday, February 13, 2002

 

Lies, Sex, and Demon Knight

Lies: I feel like a fraud sometimes. I'm sure everyone does. Do I feel it more than other people? Probably not. But there are times when I wonder if I'm cut out for everything I do. Work, fatherhood, everything . . . . I just feel like I have to fake it a lot of times. I couldn't come up with any specific times, tho.

Sex: There are moments when I don't want sex, when the very idea of it is repellent to me. Why do we (and I do mean we, because I'm usually one of them) allow ourselves to be led around by our hormones? Why is the online sex industry the only one that has constantly made a profit, and a healty one at that? Why is it that every hotel room I go into has "Adult" movies available, and the disclaimer that "Movie titles do not appear on hotel bill," and why am I sometimes tempted by them?

Demon Knight: Simply one of the greatest bad movies of all time, it's on SciFi Channel right now.

11:06 PM

Tuesday, February 12, 2002

 
I'm tired of hotel life. Sitting in this little fucking room, not knowing anyone in the area, not having anything to do.

I'm tired of room service. Never thought I'd say that, but there you go. In fact, I'm tired of restaurants in general.

I'm tired of not knowing anyone in the place where I work, of having to develop new relationships every month.

But I like my job. I like digging in, finding out what they customer needs to have happen, and making sure it does. If I didn't have to travel so much, being away from the family and all, I'd be well satisfied.


7:57 PM

 
I'm in SanFran for a training. Not a lot to do here, despite what people say. Oh, sure I could probably go find clubs and whatnot, but that's not my thang anymore. I am going out to visit my mother in WC Thursday night, so that's all right. And I have a couple of friends who live in the area. One of them will probably be unavailable - he's going to Vegas over the weekend. The other lives up in San Jose, so that might be out, too. So, it's just watching Buffy tonight, hanging out in the room, maybe e-mailing and whatnot. Maybe I'll work on this damned blog more, reformat it and stuff.

Or maybe not.

9:55 AM