August 10, 2002

I am almost hesitant to say that my computer is fixed because it has been broken for so long. I don’t believe in the computer anymore. It is like having a car stall out on you for no reason and then you take it to a mechanic who looks like Gallagher and it is supposed to be fixed but it keeps on breaking down and all of the sudden you get the thing working and it turns out that it just needed gas or something stupid. I will never tell anybody what was wrong with the piece of shit for fear of looking like I flunked out of Thinking Machines 101. I don’t want somebody to tell me: “Yeah, I figured of course you would first turn the thing off and on and then do that, dummy.” I will give a clue. What fixed the computer (supposedly) was found on the Troubleshooting Microsoft Word 2000 (before you bug us with your stupid questions, moron) website. I might be working. I am going to be careful about getting pumped up about writing tomorrow morning or anything. I am not holding my breath.

Today, I was too physically exhausted to do anything but run and then lie around on my dead ass all day watching TV. I would tell you what I was watching but that would spoil the surprise. Now, I am agitated from too much caffeine and not enough activity. I am going to do some housework and then get my freak on – if you know what I am saying. No, you couldn’t possibly.

posted by Thea at 7:23 PM

August 7, 2002

I had some down time waiting for things to happen at work. Lucky me. Instead of wasting time looking at the paper or walking up and down the hallways and stairways of this massive office, I read “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?” by Philip K. Dick. The book was good. Damn good. Philip K. Dick is not that great of a writer but the ideas either expressed or alluded to in the book were some deep ass shit. God. Existence. Human nature. Robot Monkey Brains (more or less). It’s all there in the book. I must be slow but I still do not know if the main dude, Harrison Ford’s character in “Blade Runner” (the movie based on the book), is an android or not. I was drunk with Joel Kaufman the only time that I saw “Blade Runner”. I had just got a Laser Disc player and that was the first movie that I watched on it. I was confused at the end of the movie or just loaded - I can't remember. I had that idea that the main character was actually an android when I opened this book and did not really know when I finished it. It’s not like it jumps out at you or anything. Was that the point of the book? I don’t know. If not, and I really don’t know where I got that idea, there is still plenty to think about after it is all through. I am not a sci-fi guy but this book was not too high tech syntho sequencey for me to dig. I think that I am going to read more by this cat. Big ups to my dog Tim for getting the Phillip K. Dick ball rolling and for being the dude.

posted by Thea at 6:29 PM

August 6, 2002

If you remember correctly from the News segment of the show a couple of years ago, “Doomsday has been rescheduled to August 6th”. I don’t know if I would be able to tell if today was Doomsday or not if that was, in fact, true. I am numb from too much work and not enough sleep. I would say that it is getting to be a bit much but I am overcoming that notion by removing the desire to do anything besides sleep, eat and work out of my head. The only thing that is fucking with me is my addiction to running. I am scheduled to go tonight but it is not going to happen – too tired. If I don’t go first thing in the morning, I am not going. That’s just the way it is. I should have learned this last week but I did not because I am slow in the head. So I will run tomorrow at six a.m. I am looking forward to it.

Besides being Doomsday, it is also Thea’s birthday. Big ups to Thea on her birthday.

Thea is a great person. She is great because she has an interesting way of looking at life. She is great because she has a wicked sense of humor. She is great because she has the wit, presence of mind and agility of tongue to express that wicked sense of humor. Most people can’t do that. I think that I like Thea’s personality more ten years after I first met her than I did back in the day. I often say to myself that Thea is a special person and I am lucky to have known such a funny B. She has been calling me up and telling me when morbidly obese people are on television for many years and I am not looking forward to the day when that stops. And I know that one day it will stop. I know that one day there will be no Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show. I know it. And it is sad. But instead of getting all worked up over getting older and drifting apart, I will celebrate the hilarious awesomeness that is Thea and wish her all the best on Doomsday.


posted by Thea at 7:59 PM

August 4, 2002

I am writing from the bowels of hell. No, seriously – I am just at work... where I have been for seventy plus hours this week. What the fuck is up with that? Are they trying to kill me or does it just seem that way? It is not like I really mind the work (well, at least not so much of it) but I do loathe the bullshit, which is what I have plenty of during all of this overtime. Overtime = bullshit. It is a simple equation. Also, I have been asked on a couple of occasions to smile. No. Fuck no. I can eat shit. In fact, I can eat all the shit you want to throw at me all day. I certainly can eat shit. And I can smile. But I can’t do them both at the same time. And it is not fair to ask me to do that. It’s just not fair. Eat shit or smile. It is your choice.

Besides all of this work, I went to a couple of shows this weekend. I went and saw the Terminal Lovers but bailed after the girl band openers because I had to be at work at nine in the morning. I did have a sweet drive through the no man’s land between the Grog Shop and the Beachland that night, though, and a kick ass drive through Bratenahl. Two previously unexplored territories. High on Fire on the stereo and the windows rolled down. Nice.

Last night, I went to Studio “A” Rama. Big ups to the peeps at WRUW 91.1 FM for pulling off the best Studio “A” that I can remember since The New Bomb Turks played many years ago. I had a good time for a change of pace. There were more people at this Studio “A” than any other that I have been to. I wonder why?

I missed the whole day because I was at work but I did catch Viva Caramel who ruled and Guided By Voices who were Guided By Voices. The wife and I left before Guided By Voices were done but after they had already played a million songs because a friend of ours decided to do an imitation of Thea and crack up her ankle. At least it wasn’t broken.

Maybe me having so much fun at Studio “A” had something to do with me not being there for too long. Get there. Say hello. Watch some bands. Get the fuck out of there.

I think less might be more. I just wish I could convince that to the suckers that I work for.

My computer at home is still broken. Pray to the god of e-mail computers or the patron saint of tech geeks that one day it might be fixed.

posted by Thea at 12:03 PM