Well, this guy certainly deserves a prize for “best write-up of parental weirdness.” Go forth and check it out.
Yes, I’m “blogging” for a couple of hours. You were expecting real original content at this hour? Really, now.
Day: July 27, 2003
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It’s a good night for drunken dialing.
If we’re going to get a case of wrong-number drunken dialing at 2:30 in the A-bloody-M, it might as well be on the night I’m up until 6:00, no?
*ring!* *ring!*
Me: *checking caller ID, it’s a wireless number* Hello?
Him: *mumble mumble* (something that sounds like) Brian?
Me: Who?
Him: Um, (something that sounds a bit more like) Brian?
Me: I think you have a wrong number, sorry.
Him: *mumble*
*click*
I waited a few seconds to see if he’d call back, but… well, maybe he really did dial the number correctly the second time. And as I stood there in the kitchen I thought, “Ah! I have posting material now!” Yeah, I’ve been at this too long.
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More linky goodness
Since you’re not getting the intellectual stimulation you’re probably accustomed to, let me point you in the direction of The People’s Republic of Seabrook. (That’s in Texas, y’all.) There you’ll find a smorgasbord of delightful diatribes against the absurdities we see through the public eye. Go forth and be amused, outraged, and enlightened.
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Curious about the weather.
Here’s what I want to know: How the hell do they know what the temperature “feels like?” For instance, take a look at the current weather indicator for Portland, Oregon. Sixty-three degrees, and it feels like sixty-three as well! Astonishing!
I’d be delighted if someone could explain this to me. And if you do so tonight, be sure to use small words so I’ll be certain of understanding you. Thanks.
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All Lained Out
So. Serial Experiments Lain. Yeah.
I was right all along: It’s as if someone decided to try telling a story with lots of the pieces deliberately removed for the sake of being (ooo!) mysterious and cutting-edge.
Red herrings. Mumbo-jumbo. Unexplained phenomena. Pointless, unresolved plot threads. False endings.
On the whole, I was disappointed. I kept hoping the thing would go somewhere, you know? Ultimately all the writers could do was simply chase their own tails for a few hours and hope it looked cool enough to impress the kiddies.
Maybe I’m just missing something, but… well, I’m not going to lose sleep over it.
Ha. Ha ha ha. Get it? Lose sleep? Yeah. Damn, I’m funny. See you in half an hour.
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Wendi, Blogger
I tried to shoo her into bed, but instead she’s insisting on writing in her journal. Well, it’s not like she doesn’t have things to write about, eh? After all, she’s going through an awful lot right now. I’m glad to have provided her an outlet for some of it.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I want to finish up with Lain so I can type up my overall impressions of the series. See you at 1:00 Pacific Daylight (but at night) Time, okay?